#I said something but I was a little late lololol

[mammons-hubby]

Hear me out, Vampire mc, maybe like mc got attacked one day, and bc they were like ‘I doubt this’ll be a big deal, I shouldn’t bother them’ they hid how they felt until like one day, they were like cooking dinner or something and then when they came to check on mc their lovely little human was biting into some bloody meat in the fridge, like the whole nine yards of vampirism, red eyes, fangs, paler skin. 💊anon <3

Very interesting. Let's see what I can do.

(Sorry for the lateness hehe... My Obey me Juice left my body)

Mc turned Vampire?!

Stressed out 100%

Lucifer

Wants to find out who did it so they can be properly punished for it.

Tries to find a cure anywhere, there must be one somewhere and he will find it.

For now, he tries to keep your urges in touch so you don't go crazy.

He felt a bit hurt that you didn't tell him you were going through something though.

Depending on what you want, you can stay a vampire forever or get healed, the choice in the end is yours.

Gets scared when he sees you sucking the blood out of a piece of meat actually.

Mammon

"What the hell are ya'?! A vampire or something?!"

He said it totally joking but his face drops when he realizes it may be actually the case.

"Damn it! I was supposed to be protecting you!! I'm gonna get in so much trouble!!"

He doesn't mind the trouble too much, more than he wasn't there when you were attacked and that he didn't notice first what was happening to you.

Will try to find a cure anywhere, going as far to make deal with sketchy witches to get you back and healthy.

He gets used to your vampire antics but sometimes he gets scared of the things you do.

Leviathan

He had noticed your complexion changing but he didn't thought much of it, the red eyes, the paler skin, he thought you may be using contacts.

But when he saw you drinking the blood out of a piece of meat all he could do was joke.

"Lololol, are you a vampire or something?"

He takes a moment to analyze the situation before bringing his hands to his head.

Oh no. How didn't I realize?!

He immediately brings you to Lucifer, which reprimands you for not telling him, but also curses himself for not realizing first.

Leviathan tries to do everything to make you comfortable while they find a cure, which usually is keeping you in his room and feeding you bags of blood.

"This is just like the story I was reading some days ago! My bestie suddenly turned into a vampire and I gotta take care of them!"

You are always surprised about the too specific names of the animes he watches.

Satan

He realized pretty quickly something was wrong with you.

Putting two and two together he got to the conclusion you may have been affected by a vampiric curse.

He observes your actions and stops you from putting people in danger and yourself.

While doing so, he pinpoints the exact curse and tries finding the cure for it.

It seems you annoyed a witch or a demon, and they ended up cursing you with a pretty weird vampiric curse.

He will eventually find the cure, he is sure of himself.

Asmodeous

"Your skin is looking a bit sickly dear, are you feeling okay?"

He is always looking at your appearance so he notices pretty quickly something may be wrong. At first he though you may have been using red contacts but the more he looked at you the more that didn't seem like the case.

Hmm, he's gotta ask you directly.

When he asks you, you reply that it started happening some weeks ago.

He thinks, and suddenly a thing that happened comes to mind.

The other day you two were on a date, and one of his fans grabbed your arm pretty strongly.

That must be it, you got cursed.

Asmodeous goes to Satan and explains the situation.

While Asmo tries to keep you looking less vampiric, his brother looks out for a cure.

Beelzebub

He noticed your new found appetite for blood really quick, seeing you more interested in raw meats and similar bloody cuisine.

At first he doesn't see anything wrong, he sometimes has cravings like that.

But the way you eat, resembling himself kind of puts him off. That's not how you usually act.

He goes to Lucifer and explains the thing he's seen, and both reach the conclusion something may be wrong with you.

Seeing you suck the blood out of a piece of meat until it's grey kinda solidified that you're being affected by a curse.

Lucifer thanks Beel for going to him first and begins to search for reverse spells.

While he does that, Beel makes sure to feed you properly as a vampire should eat.

Belphegor

Belphegor starts growing worried when he naps with you and notices how cold you are.

If it would've been one day there wouldn't have been an issue, but it had become something frequently.

Even your heartbeat had started to become slower and slower.

When he saw you devouring a piece of raw meat like a wild beast he had to ask for help.

He goes to Satan, with the clear conclusion that you're cursed. Satan seems to have the same thoughts, and they begin to search everywhere for the cure.

It's a bit uncomfortable to sleep with such a cold body, but he tries for you.

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(Sorry for the uh... very big delay of almost a year... Oopsies.)

[mvltisstuff]

Could i request for a Conrad fisher X reader where reader has a younger sibling who gives her a hard time and her parents favour her younger sibling more. It's the reader's bday on the same day as belly's and her family doesn't get her anything and they don't bother with an excuse either and say they don't really care abt her so it doesn't matter. So Conrad comforts her later and if u don't mind u could include some smut at the end?

(this is my situation rn lololol but without Conrad to comfort me😭)

matilda - c.f

summary: request

conrad fisher x reader

a/n: i’m so sorry love, sorry this is a few days late but you are so loved and appreciated no matter what, hope this makes you happy today <3

it’s been a recurring theme for most of y/n’s life. the overheard quotes about the older sibling had eventually become a reality. they didn’t even wait for y/n to try and live up to them. instead, they just accepted that their daughter wasn’t as good as the rest of their children.

as upsetting as it is, kids experience it too much. y/n experiences it every day, so when she realized it wasn’t normal, that’s when it started to hurt more every year.

this day was supposed to be different. she was so excited, turning 18 and finally being an adult. free of her parents if she wanted to be. she thought that maybe, just maybe, her parents would think of her for a day, and make it about it. alas, the second she woke up and walked into the kitchen, y/n’s hopes were shut down.

“y/n, can you take y/b/n to practice? i’m going out with sharon today,” her mom said, barely even looking at her.

“uh, i’m leaving in a bit, remember?” she speaks, trying to sound as polite as possible. “the fishers invited me over for today.”

“hon, we get it,” her dad talks next, peering up over his glasses and newspaper of the town. “but, to some point, it’s just another day. just do what your mother asked.”

y/n looks at her little siblings at the table, messing around and receiving no repercussions. she still remembers when that was her. playing with her parents, happier than she ever was again. she loves her siblings to death, but she loves herself, too. y/n deserves more than she’s been given, so she confides. she drives her brother to whatever practice, wishing him luck as he whispers a happy birthday, then jumping out of the car to see his friends.

she’s already dressed up for the party for belly. the fishers had welcomed her with open arms, even having decorations and sweets for her on the table. everyone figured she’d have something going on at home, but oh, they were so wrong. she didn’t receive a single birthday message from the people who gave her life, so did it matter? even if she didn’t believe it, at least the fishers knew she was worth it. she was dressed in one of her best outfits, a simple dress with small flowers printed over. she had small wedges and her hair was done neatly. she felt pretty, she is pretty.

she walked into the house, belly hearing the door open first. she skips toward, engulfing y/n in a huge hug. “y/n!” she squeals. “happy birthday!”

“oh, belly! happy birthday to you, you look so cute!”

“are you kidding? your man’s gonna go wild when he sees you!” she whispers, making y/n blush toward the end.

“belly, stop!” she nudges. “he’s not my man… yet.”

they giggle together before moving back into the kitchen where y/n greets susannah and laurel, along with the rest of the boys. conrad stands up first, in a heartbeat. he walks over, almost lifting y/n off the ground in a hug.

“hey! happy birthday!” he tells her, excitedly as he pulls away. jeremiah comes piling in next, saying his words to the person he considers a sister.

“didn’t y/m/n have anything planned?” susannah asked from the pure kindness in her heart.

“oh,” y/n mutters. “we, uh, we did something yesterday.”

conrad can tell when y/n lies. he can read her like a book at this point. he’s spent so long fanboying over her that he knows what she’s feeling. when she’s sad, excited, pissed, he knows. it pulls at his heart when he can sense the disappointment in her voice. he starts to get more alarmed with every drink she takes throughout the day. she’s not even a big drinker, never really taking an offer. now he’s positive somethings wrong.

if y/n’s parents didn’t care about her, they don’t care if she drinks, right? she’s with her friends, she’s allowed to. plus. it’ll take the edge off of the internal wounds her parents have left her with. her feelings on the whole matter start to disintegrate for a while, until belly’s cake comes out and is handed to her. it’s so nicely done, perfect detail and so much love. they put time into her cake and party, and y/n can’t help the jealousy rising up. she vividly remembers every one of her younger siblings birthdays. all of them having their friends and a party, while y/n was just locked in her room on her birthday. the presents and the cheesy grins from everyone were overwhelming every year. she couldn’t help but think about what it could be like with her real family. maybe they could love her as much as she deserves, but in reality, they won’t. they can, but they chose not to, which hurts even more.

y/n stumbles around on the balcony, around people while carefully savoring every last drop of whatever is in her can. she’s probably had too many, but she doesn’t care. it’s almost like it’s reversed itself now. she watches belly open all of her presents and receive hugs and kisses, and the lump in her throat becomes thicker. she thinks of the alcohol as her enemy now, just bringing back the thoughts in her sober mind.

it’s not until everyone hears the clicking of y/n’s heels on the pavement that they notice her walking away. her hand is swiping away the loose tears and everyone looks at conrad. if there’s anyone y/n wants to see, it’s him. they’ve been in love for so long, it’s almost painful to watch. as she walks away, blurry vision from the alcohol and the tears, she tries to grab another can from the box before a hand stops her.

“i don’t think that’s a good idea,” conrad says, gently taking it out of her hand and landing it back in the box.

“oh, great. more fuckin’ judgment,” she retorts, making conrad’s face contort.

“hey, what’s going on? you’ve been off all day.”

“i am, perfectly fine,” y/n slurs. conrad places a hand on her shoulder, and takes them to sit on the steps. his arm is wrapped around her, the other one gripping her hand.

“i know you’re not. it’s ok to not be ok,” he looks at her nose scrunch and her cheeks turn red again. “hey, hey, don’t cry, you’re alright.”

“no,” she weeps out, putting her head in her hands. “i’m a mess! i don’t know what to do, i cant make it any better and i’ve been trying for 14 fucking years!”

“hold on,” he keeps his voice low. “what do you mean?”

“my parents don’t give a shit. they haven’t since y/b/n was born and they didn’t even bother about me anymore,” conrad pulls her into his arms, leaning back as her teardrops soak into his shirt. “i didn’t do anything for this, and belly’s being loved unconditionally without having to fight for it. and i feel like a bitch getting upset over it but-“

“absolutely not. don’t say that ever again. you don’t deserve anything they’re giving you. anything they’ve said to you is a fucking lie. i know who you are. you’re the most perfect, beautiful person i’ve ever met, inside and out. you don’t have to prove anything to them, because they don’t deserve your amazingness,” he speaks to her. it’s nothing but the truth, and nothing he would ever hesitate to say. “and i will spend forever trying to prove to you that you’re nothing but beautiful a beautiful person.”

y/n looks up at him, only bursting into more tears as he laughs a bit. “oh, my god, conrad. i love you, so much. i know i’m drunk but i mean it more than anything.” she’s felt nothing like she does now. she’s never had someone accept her so quickly and with so much appreciation. she feels like she can do nothing but cry and just love on him.

“i’m glad,” he begins again. “because i love you, too. no matter what your parents say or do. they don’t define you.”

and in this moment, for the first time in a long time, y/n knows someone loves her. and he’s not just saying it for comfort. she doesn’t need her parents to be loved. if they can’t do that, there will forever be someone out there who loves her just as much. she knows she’s enough, and that’s enough.

[daddyfordaeddy]

Pairing: Wooyoung x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1244

Warnings: cursing, none otherwise (smut warnings under cut)

Genre: smut, fluff, rated M for mature, established relationship au

Summary: It's your birthday and Wooyoung's a little surprised at your wish, but not against it

Smut warnings: fingering, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex (wrap before tap guys🔫)

Wrote this in one day (yesterday) but didn't finish it time to post on my birthday lololol that's what i get for starting it 6 hours before the day ends

When you wake up, you’re hot. And if Wooyoung was up, he would claim “Hell yes you are”, and wink. But he isn’t awake, just tucked into your neck with his arms wrapped around your waist as he snores lightly away. You chuckle at the sweet display, lifting your free arm to comb softly through his hair. It’s your birthday, and Wooyoung has taken the day off to be with you, a sweet gesture you appreciate.

He claimed yesterday that he would wake up early and make you breakfast, but his plans have not gone to fruition. Not that you minded at all. He had to stay at work late to make up for his absence today, and you didn’t really expect him to be able to wake up before you did. With a light kiss to the top of his head, you shimmy your way out of his grip, making sure to smooth down your shirt before making your way to the kitchen to make breakfast for the two of you.

As you start mixing batter for pancakes, arms wrap around your waist and a head reclaims its previous spot in the crook of your neck. “Why’d you go?” you hear Wooyoung mumble, half-asleep, and you chuckle.

“Gotta eat, babe. We can go back to bed after breakfast.” Wooyoung groans as he presses his face further into you. “If you help me out, I’ll give you a kiss.”

He tilts his head to look up at you with one narrowed eye. “It’s your birthday, you shouldn’t be bribing me to help you out. Move over, I’ll finish the pancakes.”

Considerably more awake than he was a few seconds ago, he pushes you away from the bowl with his hip and takes the whisk from you at the same time. With a sigh, you relinquish your control and go sit down at the counter. There’s no fighting him, but you’re not about to complain, not when you get a look at his toned back peeking out of his yellow sleep shirt and the soft curve of his ass.

The unholy thoughts don’t leave your mind as you eat the fluffy pancakes Wooyoung prepares for the two of you, not when your eyes flick to his delicious neck every so often. “Hey babe,” you hum as he bends to put your plates into the dishwasher. “What are the plans for today?”

Wooyoung shrugs, leaning over the counter on his elbows. “Whatever you wanna do, of course. It’s your special day, birthday girl.”

A smile tugs at your lips as you reach out and intertwine his fingers with yours. “I can think of one thing I want to do.” Wooyoung’s eyebrows raise as he waits. “I want to suck you off.”

Wooyoung chokes at your shameless admission—usually, it’s him who’s always making innuendos. “But it’s your birthday, shouldn’t I be the one ravishing–” he starts to argue but you snort.

“Yeah, and to celebrate me turning a year older I want to choke on your cock. Is there a problem?” Your smile widens at the look of both surprise and arousal on Wooyoung’s face. “Come on, you can’t say no to that, especially not today. Plus, who said I can’t enjoy having you weigh on my tongue?”

“Well, I won’t say no to that,” Wooyoung chuckles, straightening up. “Bedroom?”

—

Wooyoung sits against the headboard, you lying on your stomach between his legs as your hands press at his growing bulge. “Fuck,” you sigh. “What have you done to me, Wooyoung? Every day I wake up and all I want to do is suck your soul out through your dick.”

Wooyoung’s ears burn red as he bites his lip. As much as he dishes it out, he’s always embarrassed when you take the reins, but it’s something you find endearing about him. You tap his hip, and he moves so you can tug his boxers down, revealing his half-hard cock. Without hesitation, you lean forward and press a kiss to the velvety head, revelling in the way it twitches and leaks precum.

Wooyoung lets out a groan as your tongue pokes out to press gently into the hole and your hands move to grip the base of it. “(Y/N), you’re so good,” Wooyoung praises, his hands gripping the sheets already. You chuckle at how done he already seems to be.

Without warning, you relax your throat and let your head sink down onto his thick cock. As you told him earlier, the heavy weight on your tongue is one of your favourite feelings and you can feel your underwear getting wetter every second. 

Wooyoung’s hips are shaking with the effort to keep them still, and you chuckle, letting the vibrations of it add to the sensations around Wooyoung’s dick. You push your head down even deeper as your hands twist around the base of his cock. The veins press against your tongue and you can’t help but press your hips into the bed to try and relieve some pressure.

Your throat constricts and Wooyoung can’t help but let his hips buck up into your throat, ripping a moan out of both of you. You pop off his dick, the precum and saliva squelching as you look at him through your lashes. “Don’t hold back, just fuck my throat. Let me taste you,” you whisper before letting your mouth sink back down.

“Fuck,” Wooyoung whines, his first words since you started and his hands grip your hair, thrusting shallowly into your mouth. Once you relax your mouth enough, the movement becomes more practised and stronger and you moan around him.

He doesn’t last too long, his hips jerking until ropes of cum shoot into your mouth. You don’t move an inch, happily swallowing every last drop and swirling your tongue around the tip. As he lays back panting, you crawl your way up to him, leaving down to press a kiss to his lips before letting yourself settle to lay next to him.

You’re almost ready to just let the day continue with relaxing, but Wooyoung has other ideas, rolling over to cage you between his arms. “Done already? You didn’t even come, birthday girl.”

His hand slides down your torso until it reaches your clothed cunt, sliding past it to push his long fingers into your dripping folds. You throw your head back, eyes closing as he presses into the spongy part making your thighs clench. Wooyoung chuckles at the look on your face, shoving down your own shorts and grinding his half-hard cock against your folds.

Without warning, he slowly presses in and your legs hook around his waist and pull him even closer. “More,” you pant, “Please, Young-ah, please please please.”

Wooyoung tucks his face in your hair, peppering kisses on top of it as his hips piston even faster into you. “Look at you, birthday girl. So needy for me. But I live to serve, and you’re my life.” His head dips down to suck on your neck, gently scraping the sensitive skin with his teeth and you come undone, clenching hard onto his cock.

“Fuck,”  you both say in almost unison before Wooyoung pumps a second load of come into you, his hips stuttering as he kisses you deeply.

“Happy birthday, my love,” he smiles down at you, and you lean up to kiss him once more.

“Thank you for a wonderful morning, Young-ah. I can’t wait for another year with you.”

[boydepartment]

I absolutely love your "just thinking" series!! They are so butterfly-inducing and believable!! Maybe another one for Binnie? Maybe a mega "just thinking" for Binnie with lots of little scenarios? Can you tell who my bias is? lololol

Anyhoo, just a suggestion since you wanted requests! I hope you have a lovely day!! And thank you for your sweet Skz content!

<3 <3 <3

omg thank you so much ❤️❤️ I’m really glad you loved them. Thank you for requesting too! I really hope you like it, I had fun writing them. I even giggled a couple times!! Have an amazing day my dear!!! Here you go!!!!

Just thinking- Changbin special 💌

These “just thinkings” are all separate from eachother❤️

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Just thinking💌

Just thinking about long road trips with him, it’s hard to not stare at him while driving. The windows somewhat rolled down, his natural hair flowing ever so slightly. Changbin glances at you and giggles.

“Stop staring at me weirdo.”

You simply smile, “I can’t help it.”

At this response he smiles, feeling as warm as the beginning summer breeze.

Just thinking

Just thinking about college boyfriend Changbin. Him always repping the university’s hoodies and gym shorts. When Changbin’s class ends earlier than yours he will wait for you outside your class with your favorite drink or snack. He absolutely loves to make you feel special in front of everyone. The week before one of the big football games he would bring you flowers after every class when he could. Changbin said your smile brings him good luck.

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Just thinking

Just thinking about having a crush on Changbin. Always looking forward to seeing him at friend hangouts. His eyes lighting up when he sees you, everyone told him you weren’t coming. At the friend hangout you and Changbin never leave eachothers side. The small smiles, the soft giggles from you both. The warm feelings.

Just thinking

Just thinking about being an idol and having a really rough day in the studio. You always helped the other people in your group a little too much. Changbin notices how you always overwork yourself so on top of his own workload he helps you with yours. You two having a lot of late nights together may or may not have led to feelings being stirred for eachother.

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Just thinking

Just thinking about surprising Changbin with a movie night when he gets home. You set up blankets and snacks, you were so proud of yourself. When he walked in you didn’t hear him.

“What’s all this…?”

“Holy shit you scared me so bad-“

He absolutely loves the surprise and gives you so many hugs and kisses during the movie.

Just thinking

Just thinking about Changbin being so excited to tell you about this place he visited while on tour. He shows you photos on his phone while he holds you in his arms. You snuggling up to him just so content with having your boyfriend back home.

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Just thinking

Just thinking about borrowing Changbin’s clothes. He gets so smug watching you walk around people you both know. He always loves showing you off.

Just thinking

Just thinking about making friendship bracelets for everyone in the group. You noticed that some people don’t wear there’s as often, but Changbin? Changbin never ever takes his off. If he could he would die in your friendship bracelet that you made for him. Especially because you put little details in it just for him.

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Just thinking

Just thinking about taking walks with Changbin, he’ll talk about his day and what’s frustrating him. You’ll listen and try to offer any advice if you can. He appreciates that he can vent to you and be open with you. Changbin is relieved he can let down his strong front around you.

Just thinking

Just thinking about going to the beach with Changbin. He made sure to bring his family’s beach blanket and umbrella. As you two relax he will tell you stories about the blanket you two are currently laying on. That was something you always loved about him, how family oriented he is.

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Just thinking

Just thinking about doing his makeup. You thought he would fight it but he didn’t at all.

“Can I do your makeup?”

“Yes :)” “Why no- wait ACTUALLY????”

Just thinking

Just thinking about feeling so safe with Changbin. You could be anywhere and as long as he’s near you or right by your side, you know you’re safe. You’re safe with him. And he’s safe with you.

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Just thinking

Just thinking about Changbin finally proposing to you at the place where you two first met. He gets really emotional while he looks up at you praying that you’ll say yes. You mean the absolute world to him, his future.

You do say yes :,)

💌

[lucyandthepen]

sweet cream, cold brew is so soooo *deep breath* fucking good. i surely need mark lee rn im not kidding at all. love this kind of slowburn aka their feelings for each other just get more obvious each time but none of them actually makes a clear move. ESPECIALLY markkkkkkk good god i'll bite him. no because I'd think twice too, it's like -- it really seems he likes her but also.... not? I SCREAM out of frustration but truly because of that the impact of them finally saying the things that should've been said and done long ago is wayyyy bigger than i expected. their little moments are so cute and sweet as if they're not (initially (????)) lusting for each other esp the mc ��😭😭 huge thanks to youngho's existence (i honestly do kinda feel bad for him tho NDHDHDH i DO wish she actually gets him a present eventually and even treat him or something 😭) and jaehyun's nosiness they finally came thru lmaooo just wanna highlight that one when they were out buying those blind boxes..... THEY'RE SO FREAKING ADORABLE. but fuck mark lee being this shy, usually tripping on his words.... polite and nice and just overall mark lee but once already inside the bedroom and has already bared it all ....... dear god i want him too . (PLUS WHEN HE KEEPS GLANCING AT THE MC'S TUMMY WHEN SHE STRETCHES OR SOMETHING......... BITCH SO SLICK BUT COWARD FOR STILL NOT MAKING A MOVE BACK THEN. HIM HAVING THAT KIND OF THING THO.... WHEW. WE KNEW. we knew. oh my god)

*can't wait to binge all these new releases of yours can't believe i missed it >:(( i'm sure this is so late now but welcome baaaaack i've missed u here <3

hey jae! i hope it's okay that i call you that; i just find some importance in being able to connect using names or aliases together, so i always check just to be sure! i am so so happy you had a fun time reading this fic; it's my longest yet and i've honestly been so self-conscious about how winding and slow it seems, so i'm really happy you were able to enjoy the slow burn!!!!!!! i absolutely approve of the idea of you biting mark because HE DESERVES IT! >:( shy cutie pie with actual game?????? WE LOVE TO SEE IT!

i was also really worried about this mc because she's one of the more assertive ones with clear goals (i.e. get in mark's pants, even if she can't say it out loud in just so many words LOLOLOL) but lettuce be real... we need a pushy gal every now and then because mark was teetering on the edge of being obvious and being aloof and WHY WOULD HE DO THAT! (answer: he's a wittle baby........... a precious chicken nugget..............)

poor johnny really got his ass beat (figuratively) while he was minding his own business for WHAT!!! despite the fact that he was very nosy... his heart was in the right place SIGH i actually really love writing johnny in my fics — in this one and last night on earth — because there is an unparalleled SASS to him that i am a key enjoyer of!!! and jaehyun really pulled through with them big ears n bigger mouth WE LOVE IT!

smut aside, my favorite scene had to be the mystery box too!!!!!! just... something so sweet and pure about him sharing this little hobby of his with her because he wanted them to be closer and he really viewed her as a friend after some time :( i love his big ................................... heart LMAO

i am a big believer as well in mark being someone whose skill comes out the best when he's asked to step up to the plate fully so basically i just think he's someone who's always bound to surprise and i feel like that really just stems from how goofy and awkward he is but on stage............... he is a MENACE to society (and our hearts) so we love to see shy, polite, blushy mark let his instincts and possessiveness and kinkiness (tummy bulge may have to be a running headcanon for me with him from now on i fear......) finally come through!!!!! DESERVE!

i am so so sorry for my absence, but i am so happy to be back and so happy that people have been so nice and understanding even if i disappeared for a while. :( i am always so grateful to hear from you, and i hope that i continue to make things we can all enjoy (and possibly thirst over?? SJIDFSJDI). i hope you have a wonderful day or night, wherever you may be, and that we can talk more (see: endlessly) either like this or in private! <3

[francoproject]

A SEX worker! lololol I did it again!

Ok so years ago when I was in my late teens. And I mean years ago. Before cell phones. They had pay phones and pagers. And so one night after leaving my girlfriends dorm. She paged me like 10 minutes after I had just left. So... I pulled into a gas station and used the pay phone to call her back. Because I would have gone back of she wanted something or needed something. As we were talking this lady walked right up to me and asked will you give me a ride? I said ok one second I am on the phone. So my girlfriend at the time could hear her asking. She said "I am worried so please take her to where she needs to go and then come right back to me. I said ok. Because got to go back to my girlfriend was totally ok with.

So got this woman in my truck and she started to tell me where to take her. So I drove here and there. And then we came to a house but! She had me park where the house was not really able to see my car. I thought that's weird. Then she looks at me and asks " you want to get with this?" I realized who was in the car then. I was like "no thanks." Thinking to myself that's nasty. Nasty trash. She just sat there with a person that didn't have a clue what to do next. So she got out and i go back to my girlfriend's place and boy did she test me. I realized she was checking to see if I had been with a prostitute.

20 plus years later!

So... today, I see a lady walking down the highway. And I have recently walked those miles like her. I have slept under bridges. So I felt bad for her. And stop to give her a ride. She said she wanted to go to the next City. But then started to talk about same thing. "Do you like to have a good time?" I don't have smokes can I have one. And then started to talke and I could not hear well at what she was saying. And again, same face when they realize a man can says "Ohhh No thanks."She was shocked just like the other one. She left and I was like laughing again. Driving back thinking. Wow, i bet it's weird seeing a man not need sex and won't fall for trash. Because honestly, I don't care if you are a worker or not. If you think I am that easy to fool and want to get off that bad. Sorry you're an idiot.

And i get it! Hurts a little and they are feeling so awkward. My bad.🤣🤪😁😀😛

LOLOLOL I did it again!

[imagineanime2022]

Secret To Public

Kyotani Kentaro X Male!Reader

Word Count: 1074

Requested: Anon

Request: 🎐🤍💿 can i get a Kyotani Kentaro x Male reader, where the reader is Aoba Johsais manager and nobody on the team knows that they are dating yet—and Oikawa keeps making moves on the reader and it makes Kyotani jealous? (sorry for not good wording, very sleepy rn lololol) 🎐🤍💿

You and Kyotani had been dating for a little while, you had met him when he came to the gym to practice late one night and you had just managed to kick Oikawa out, you complimented him and even asked that he tried out for the team but he shut you down said he didn’t work well in a team and no one even wanted him there, you didn’t believe that for a second, with how dysfunctional the rest of the boys were you had no doubt that he would fit in. In the time that it took you to convince him to join the team you actually ended up dating him, you never told anyone, you assumed that he would want to keep his private life private and you had no problem with that.

You were laying around in your bedroom, he was on his back with you draped over him as he played with your hair “they asked me to join.” He mumbled. “Hm?” You hummed moving your head so your chin rested on your hand to connect your eyes with his. “The team… Well, Iwaizumi asked me to join the team, something about needing my help to beat the teams that they’re going to be facing.” He said lowly. “Well yeah, we really need someone like you, you’ll confuse them no problem.” You nodded and he raised an eyebrow. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?” He asked. “Yes. You know your way different than anyone else on the team.” You explained and he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. “You’ll be there the whole time?” He asked. “Yeah.” You answered with a nod. “I guess I’ll see how it goes then.” He shrugged. “Thank you.” You smiled as you pushed yourself up to straddle his waist leaning down to press a kiss to his lips.

Practice went about as well as you thought it would. He clashed with almost everyone on the team, no one more so than Oikawa, who believed himself the highest authority. You knew that Kyotani was never going to listen to him and you could definitely see that he was getting aggravated, you wanted to go over and talk to him but you weren’t sure that he was even going to want that. Your eyes were still trained on him when someone else came over to you. “Scary Mad Dog don’t worry I’ll protect you.” Oikawa said having seen where you were looking. “What?” You asked looking at him, confusion clear on your face as he giggled. “I protect you from the scary new player, do you need to tell him something?” Oikawa asked, looping an arm over your shoulder, “What are you staring at him for anyway, I’m right here.” “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that you really aren’t my type, pretty boy?” You asked as you looked at him and laughed. “A few more times I’m still not getting it.” Oikawa smiled. “Get back on the field.” You ordered. “The only reason that you are a star player is because I can’t play.” “Of course.” Oikawa smirked before going back to practice with the others.

Later that evening, you were sitting in the gym waiting for everyone else to leave so that you could lock up, almost everyone was out, Oikawa being dragged away by Iwaizumi who was closely followed by Hanamaki and Matsukawa, all the others leaving of their own accord, the only one that you hadn’t seen was Kyotani, you decided to go into the changing room and make sure that he was okay. “Ken!” You yelled through the changing room. “What?” He asked, you walked towards where you heard his voice and saw that he was still getting changed. “Are you okay?” You asked. “Fine.” He answered as he dried his hair. “You don’t seem fine.” You frowned. “Look I really don’t need you fussing over me alright?” He asked. “You're going to want to revise your tone if you still want to call me your boyfriend tomorrow.” You warned him and you heard him sigh as he let his head drop, his shoulders dropping. “I’m sorry I just don’t like the way that he talks to you and touches you.” He finally said. “Who?” You asked. “Oikawa.” He answered and you smiled as you walked towards him looping your arms around his neck smiling softly. “Are you jealous?” you asked as you leaned up your mouth a breath away from his. “You know all we have to do is tell them that we’re dating.” “I never said that we were keeping it a secret.” He grabbed your waist pulling you closer to him, his naked chest pressed flat to your clothed one. “Oh really?” You asked, he smirked and pressed a kiss to your lips only tightening his grip on you as you attempted to pull away from him. You slipped your phone out of your back pocket snapping a picture of the both of you. Kyotani finally pulled away from you to see what you were doing. “What are you doing?” He asked, watching you pull up Oikawa’s text thread with yourself. “Just sending a message to Oikawa.” You answered, attaching the picture with the caption ‘really not my type, pretty boy’. Kyotani smirked before pressing send for you and pulling you into another kiss. “Come on get changed, we can finish this back at my place or something, I have to lock this place up.” You reminded him and he gave an annoyed groan before doing as you asked.

Oikawa let out a distressed noise as he looked at his phone “Why would he send me this.” He whined holding his phone up for the others. “Because you don’t take no for an answer.” Iwaizumi answered. “He has told you before that he’s not interested.” Matsukawa shrugged. “You're still trying.” Hanamaki smirked. “Iwa-chan my heart is broken!” He whined. “I’m sure you’ll find someone else by this time tomorrow.” Iwaizumi muttered as he continued to eat. “You don’t care?” Oikawa asked. “I’ll care when you’re actually hurt.” Iwaizumi muttered, slapping Oikawa’s hands away as he tried to reach out for him. “You really think he’s going to be okay?” Matsukawa asked as he watched Hanamaki tease Oikawa about something. “He’ll be fine.” Iwaizumi waved off the question in favour of finishing his meal and getting as far away from the star setter as possible.

Request Here!!

[rushipedia]

In the first act of Albedo’s event he says that “useless things should be disposed of at the outset.” And now all I can think about is reader comforting insecure Albedo. Please remember to drink water and eat 🥺

Side note: I’ve been reading too much hurt/comfort stuff lately lol

Synthetic Insecurities

A/N: hello i put off writing this a very long time bc it is apparent that you are talking about original albedo but the one that says that is imposter albedo...so i did both lololol

Non!Traveler reader obv. bc, he says that to the traveler...

GN!READER YAAHHAHAH 1 more fic coming sometime today and 1 tomorrowowo get excited

Albedo!

He has a little bit of pride knowing that he came out better than the previous version of him.

Though he does feel a little bit sad

Maybe his insecurities lay in being the one that got to experience the world over the other version of him.

Why him?

You find him one night staring blankly into his lab notes.

"Albedo?" You ask, setting down the things you'd brought to make dinner for the two of you. You place your hand on his back. It's warm in contrast to him. He's freezing cold.

"What's the matter with you?" You ask in a quiet tone, leaning forward to see his face a little better

He seems to come back from whichever corner of his mind he'd retreated to. He looks at you before jerking away from your touch.

"Pardon me, I didn't notice you'd returned." He mumbled, continuing to write his notes. "What were you saying?"

"I was asking what's wrong. It seems like something's bothering you." You said, straightening back up. Your hand came to rest on his back once again in a comforting manner.

"I'm unsure of what is bringing my mood down these days. Ever since this other version of me has shown up, I've been thinking a lot about Rhindottir's ways. Perhaps they weren't the most ethical." He sighed, looking up at you from where he sat.

"I remember you told the traveler about how she disposed of him," You said, trying to give him the idea that you're at least understanding where he's coming from. She seemed too dedicated to her experimentations' perfection to care about what happened after the experiment was done.

"Well, whatever Rhinedottir's intentions were, I'm glad you're here with me." You say, reaching down to hug his head against your chest. He stayed still for a moment before wrapping his arms around your middle.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but I can't help but wonder if things could've been different. Because of my feigned ignorance to Rhinedottir's other experiment until now, I've put several people in danger." He mumbled into your clothes.

"Not everything is your responsibility," You hummed, stroking his hair. His silence shows that he doesn't seem to believe you. If you were in his shoes, you probably wouldn't believe you either. "Rhinedottir's reactionsn't your fault, you had no part in it."

"But I was the one chosen..." He mumbles. "Perhaps it should've gone differently."

You broke away from the hug quickly.

"Don't ever say something like that!" You said loudly, your voice echoing through the dead silence of the mountains. "Whether or not you were the one Rhinedottir chose, that wasn't something you could control. Perhaps if her other experiment had been shown more compassion, things wouldn't be going this way."

"And maybe, its not too late to show him that compassion. Hm?"

You lean down and give him a quick kiss and he looks rather surprised.

"I suppose that is something we could try."

You can't help but smile at his use of the word 'we'.

You hug him tightly once again.

"I'll make dinner now."

ImpostAlbedo!

You'd kept it a secret for a long time

you'd known about the other Albedo's presence in these mountains long before Albedo himself had.

His insecurities very obviously lay in not being good enough for Rhinedottir.

Why wasn't he offered the same chance he was? It's not his fault her damn experiment failed.

"Something you want to say to me?" You hear him say suddenly. There's a bite to his tone, but that doesn't scare you away like he sometimes wished it would.

You'd found him sitting on a rock, looking out over Monstadt. It wasn't your intention to sneak up on him, so you didn't mind him noticing your presence before you'd even said anything to him.

"Yeah," You say, elbowing him to scoot over so you could sit down next to him. "You've been different lately."

Even from the mountain, you can see the citizens of Monstadt frolicking. You look over at him, he doesn't look at you.

"How so?" He asks.

"Your eyes are full of longing. Why don't you just go?" You ask. He wants off this mountain for longer than mere hours, you know. He wants to experience Monstadt, you know. You know it better than even he might.

"Perhaps not under the guise of the Monstadt's Chief Alchemist?" You hummed, tilting your head.

"But that's all they'd see me as anyways," He muttered, looking down at his hands which rested in his lap.

"Then why don't we pay him a visit?" You asked, patting his lower back. You still weren't sure why he was feeling like... this.

"Impossible. As I said before, imperfect things should be disposed of according to people like them." He muttered, crossing his arms tightly and looking away.

"Their goal would be to dispose of me once more. He drew a sword in my presence mere hours ago." He muttered,

"That's because you tried to kill him and take his place." You say in a sweet tone, leaning your head on his shoulder. He relaxes slightly.

"Well, I don't suppose you'd be overjoyed if your double showed up out of nowhere, hm?" He huffed.

"Well, I've never been in a situation like that, so I don't know how I'd react," You shrugged- the view up here really is beautiful- "But I do know that the Chief Alchemist has sympathy and compassion for all forms of life."

"That includes you, as long as you're not trying to kill him."

He pushed you off his shoulder and put up.

"Don't you understand?" He shouted, taking a step back, "My creator threw me away! Why wouldn't they?"

His hands found their way to his blonde hair.

"What was so wrong with me? Even if I wasn't right..."

You stood up and put your hand on his arm. You two were standing very dangerously close to the edge of a minor cliff.

"Stop it, it's not your fault that something like that happened. She didn't care about you or Albedo, she just cared about the success of her experiments." You snapped, your grip on his arm tightening.

His eyes widened slightly. The thought that she didn't care about him was jarring, but in the back of his mind, he already knew that. He'd just thought that the perfect version of himself might've had a chance. But the fact that he'd been cast out only proved that Rhinedottir cared for perfection and not about them.

"Okay," Was all he said, lowering his arms and hanging his head. "I understand your point."

"And I understand that you feel like you don't deserve to experience the world the way Albedo did, but if that is what you want, you have to go and get it." You said, sitting him back down on the rock and wrapping him into a warm hug.

"You and Albedo are both your own people and you deserve the love that everyone else gives him, okay?"

You felt his hands grip at the back of your coat.

"Okay,"

rushipedia ☆ 2022

[haik-choo]

karasuno boys as boyfriends

a/n: im just basically astral projecting myself into these situations; ALSO if you want more detailed ones, just ask, and you shall receive! (also this is my first post i’ve written on here! but if you want plenty of kpop content i’m @hyucksong where i’ve been writing and I am still active! :))

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[KARASUNO BOYS AS BOYFRIENDS HEADCANNONS]

-tsukishima, yamaguchi, hinata, kageyama, tanaka, nishinoya, sugawara, daichi, and asahi

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tsukishima kei.

the type to look you straight in your eyes when you ask for a hug and say “no, who do you think i am, your boyfriend?”

runs his hands through your hair from the front and then when his hand reaches the back of your head he pulls you into him and kisses you either on the forehead or the lips <3

in order to be in a relationship with him you HAVE to have the same type of humor.

i don’t think he could date someone who doesn’t make fun of people with him

you guys are like best friends who make fun of each other and. make out a little every once in a while

he’ll hold your hand and hug you in public but he will NEVER do anything else, especially not in front of the boys

he thinks the blush that ignites on your kissable cheeks should be for his eyes only

he gave you a keychain that had a cute little strawberry shortcake on it. and it’s your most prized possession 

will shoot a glare at anyone who watches you too closely. like no. don’t get googly eyed over MY girlfriend. 

and you don’t have a problem with that ;) 

yamaguchi tadashi.

he likes to watch you when you’re not looking to pick out the little habits you do

he thinks that knowing someone’s little hardly noticeable habits is one of the most intimate things on mother earth

he knows that you stir the milk in the bowl three times before you pour the cereal in to check for chunks because you accidentally drank spoiled milk when you were younger

NEVER has an issue getting you a gift for any occasion. he ALWAYS knows what you’re looking at and what you want and you lowkey think he can read your mind but in reality he just pays attention <3

you’re either just as shy as him to bring out his more assertive side or more assertive than he is to bring out his more timid side -- both are good

kisses you on the forehead and holds your hand in public -- he loves PDA because he can show you off :’)

yes. he kisses the back of your nape in public. so what. 

YES. HE CLOSES HIS EYES WHEN HE DOES IT AND ACCIDENTALLY INHALES YOUR SCENT AND WHISPERS IN YOUR EAR THAT YOU SMELL GOOD. IDC IF YOU THINK THAT’S CREEPY. IT’S CUTE. YES. HE GIVES YOU THAT LOOK THAT SAYS HE’S CRAZILY IN LOVE WITH YOU. SO WHAT.

kageyama tobio.

he probably fell in love with you because you were just as passionate about something else as he is about volleyball; music, drawing, writing, math, science, reading -- whatever

i see this relationship as being one that’s like...accelerated friends. like,,, you act like him and hinata except you kiss sometimes and he can see you at the end of the wedding aisle

DEFINITELY reads cosmopolitans once you start dating because he wants to be a good boyfriend for you <3

PDA is literally little to NONe,,, not because he doesn’t like it...it’s just because he doesn’t realize that he’s not showing you affection lololol

like in one arm he has his athletic duffel bag and the other he has a volleyball

he doesn’t mean to neglect you he just does AGAGAG

realized he liked you when he thought about you when he was drinking his milk and mindlessly bought you one too

the first time y’all kissed. he literally stared at you so intensely for a SOLID ten minutes debating in his head whether or not he should just go for it or wait or just smash his face into yours and hope your lips connect

he chose to cross his fingers and ended up smashing his forehead and nose into yours 

it was cute tho <3

hinata shoyo.

YALL HAVE DATES WHERE YOU BABYSIT HIS SISTER. WTF SO CUTE

when yall cuddle and you’re the little spoon he likes to put his head on your shoulder/between your neck and watch as you scroll through tiktok or instagram and just mindlessly talk about his day 

the type of boyfriend where neither of you can cook and you both confusedly look at recipes on google like: ????? wtf is the difference between brown sugar and regular sugar

it’s his INSTINCT to hold your hand. no matter what. his hand just...gravitates to yous.

AND HIS LIPS JUST FIND YOUR CHEEK??? like it’s so natural to him to kiss your cheek when he sees you, even in public. it’s so adorable i--

THE TYPE OF GUY TO WIPE OFF FOOD FROM THE CORNER OF YOUR MOUTH AND STILL EAT IT AND SAY “you taste good!~” AND NOT EVEN REALIZE WHAT HE SAID. BUT WHEN YOU DO IT TO HIM HE BLOWS A FUSE

he loves to tickle you. like you’ll be vibing, drinking whatever you drink in the morning and he’ll come up to you all casually and kiss you cheek...and then he’ll pounce 

he holds you close to his chest when he tickles you, partally because he likes feeling your laugh vibrate on his chest, and partially because it’s easier to not get tickled if he’s right behind you

his sister LOVes you and it just. makes him so happy

tanaka ryuunosuke.

you CANNOT remove his hand from your ass. it is permanently glued there. it is attached to you. yes, even in public.

number 1 hypeman! he will always support you, no matter what! you could be in a competition to raise the biggest beetle and he’ll be there rooting you on and staying up late with you as you rear your award-winning beetle

you two lay next to each other on the couch/on his bed and he’ll have his arm around you and you’ll lay your head on his chest as you watch netflix shows

YOU, NISHINOYA, AND TANAKA? UNSTOPPABLE TRIO. POWER TRIPLET. 

i don’t imagine him being shy when he first kisses you; the first time he kissed you, you were literally just. existing and he literally just...couldn’t hold it in...and he just went for it

literally CATAPULTS himself into you and kisses you senseless

yes you and saeko are besties she gives you ALL the tea about young tanaka

the type to take off his shirt more during practice if you’re there watching, and literally BURN red if you mention anything about his muscles

you once traced a vein in his arm and commented on how hot it was and he literally short-circuited 

kiss his biceps. kiss his abs. kiss his cheek. please. it’s all he wants. he’s touch-starved

nishinoya yuu.

SUCH an excited boyfriend

like he seriously gets so hype doing ANYTHING with you pleaSE give this man an award. you’ll be at the amusement park and the line to get into a ride will be three hours and he’ll be like

“I get to spend three hours with you?!! fucking sick! absolutely radical!” 

he’s bold in public, but only because he wants to rub you in his teammates faces, but his ears will be Red

at home, he’s calmer :) he just loves to spend time with you, even if you’re sitting on a bench watching him practice receives for five hours straight in the blazing sun. 

he just treasures your time so much, you treats you like a precious gem -- he will NEVER treat you wrong. deadass has no problem admitting when he’s wrong -- but if he thinks he’s right then he WILL stand his ground

he’s a passionate man, who loves just as passionately.

his favorite time to kiss you is after you’ve taken a sip of a soda because he likes the taste of the syrup and the burn of the carbonation, but most of all because he likes the taste of your lips in combination with all of them

NIPS AT YOUR EAR. DEADASS JUST LOOKS AT YOU BRUSH A PIECE OF HAIR BACK WHEN YOU’RE DOING HOMEWORK AND IS LIKE “free real estate” AND C H O MPS

the day nishinoya told everyone yall were dating, kiyoko stopped you in the hallway and deadass got on her knees and thanked you LITERALLY she was like “i’ll buy you anything. give the word and it’ll be yours.” 

sugawara koushi.

would kiss you on the first date. deadass. he’ll just drop you off at your doorstep and you’re still high on adrenaline, and you’re lowkey hoping he’ll kiss you and you get  little disappointed when he doesn’t and then when you least expect it. bam. his lips on yours

his smell oh god, he literally smells like fresh sugar cookies. it’s like as soon as you get anywhere near him his smell just invades you nose and. you’re powerless. you just wanna hug him

never smells bad. try me, bitch. NEVER.

his hugs are literally god’s gifts. he loves hugging you. he just completely envelopes you with his pretty setter arms and his smell takes up all the space in your head and nothing else exists for that moment, just you two

loves tucking your hair behind your ears or just moving it out of your face; doing homework and your bangs are in the way? not for long because he’ll clip them up for you <3

he’s pretty mischievous and will playfully put his hand next to your head and lean down with such a HOT look in his eyes 

and he’ll say some shit like “i wanna devour you” and then he’ll laugh afterwards and give you a kiss on the forehead and you’re standing there. like -.- o.o -.- o.o

whenever he feels insecure about his position on the team, you’re always there to comfort him and he’ll just lay between your legs and rest his face on your stomach as you comb your fingers through his hair and scroll through tiktok

PDA? yes please. uh huh. mhmm. he doesn’t care who sees his love for you he just wants to love on you baby. kisses you on the lips, no problemo

daichi sawamura.

you and suga are the only ones who can scare him when yall are mad lol

boyfriend where you’ve dated for like a year but it feel like 50 have already passed. in a good way!

this relationship is so ungodly domestic. like from the first day it’s just pure comfort and he’s like your rock and you’re his anchor

you two bicker a lot but it’s lighthearted and you just feel so secure with him that poking fun at him and at yourself is just natural

daichi. gives. god. hugs. he does. it’s fact. 

his arms are just so big and he has so much body warmth and he probably smells like some bullshit cologne like “smoldering woods” and it’s just so. daichi

you two spend the night at each other’s house so often it’s like you already live with each other and people always forget that you don’t lolol

totally sleeps with his shirt off and only with underwear. isn’t awkward about it either;  when he wakes up he puts on sweats but still remains topless (not that you’re complaining)

you two are like. the strict parental couple, when you walk together whether it be down the street or in the hallways, you just look so right for each other it’s. mind blowing

doesn’t mind kissing you a little in public but really thinks that stuff should be for private; so normally he just kisses your temple and always has an arm either around your shoulder or around your waist

WHEN THE TEAM SEES YOU KISS ON THE LIPS THEY GO “EW” EVEN SUGA AND ASAHI AFIEFHEWIF

asahi azumane.

literal fucking teddy bear. god please cuddle him. please kith him. please comb through his hair with your fingers and kiss his nape and kiss the back of his head. please i beg of you.

did NOT ask you out first. he wrote love letter to you and then waiting behind the gym because he thought being near the volleyball gym would give him some luck and them you got in front of him and he was. deer in the headlights

needless to say you asked him out and kissed his cheek. he DIED

even once yall are comfortable in the relationship he still needs reassurance every once in a while because he’s a little insecure, not that you’ll leave him for someone else, but that he’s not good enough

his PDA skill are. subpar. he usually just holds your hand and that’s it, but sometimes kisses the corner of your eye or nose and you just combust

OH RIOGEH TOTALLY DOES BUTTERFLY AND BUNNY KISSES. YES GOD YESSSSS

when yall cuddle he doesn’t like spooning. he likes to be able to see your face and the expressions you make, so doesn’t like being the little or big spoon; yall face each other and just lets your head lay on his arm even tho it’s numb. im: soft

kisses are so sweet, slow, and hesitant. he doesn’t really kiss you often because he has terrible timing but...when he does it’s like the whole world just becomes still in that moment and nothing matters but his hands on your waist and yours in his hair 

[wh0lemilk0vich]

how r u going ? i felt like checking in since i’ve been pretty inactive lol

got some fat eddie on the mind, stoned and pitiful maybe making his way to steve’s house where he knows his parents keep all the expensive pastries n goodies n shit or maybe steve keeps the pantry stocked up for when the kids have dnd night at his (or just extra snacks for eddie lololol)

gets in with his spare key while steve is in the shower or something, steve comes downstairs in a towel and pretends to be furious maybe

drags eddie upstairs oooh shower sex like imagine eddie’s fat gut and tits pressed into the window of the shower whilst steve fucks him from behind, berating him about how he’s such a greedy little fucker. squeezing his ass leaving red marks all the while eddie is jiggling hypnotically and whimpering lol - he’s too full and he’s being fucked out of his mind

🪱🪱:)wooorrmmmiieeee !!!!

Aweeeee hello wormie!!

I'm decent. Work has been fine lol asks and anons picking up this weekend in particular which is really helping my mood, so thank you!

I love this so much 😩😩😩

Like maybe, I'm trying to logic this out, bear with me. Like, Steve using his allowance to keep an Eddie stash in his room for when comes over baked off his ass. But lately Eddie's capacity, especially with the munchies, has been getting monstrous. And Steve would not otherwise complain at all, except he's had to ask his parents for money a couple times now this week to restock and they're getting a little impatient with him.

So when he comes back to his room wrapped with a towel from the linen closet to find his overfed boyfriend high as a kite, and visibly pleased with himself on his bed with most of another stash gone he's pissed but of course his cock wins out.

He drags Eddie to the bathroom, undressing him, and chewing him out for "eating him out of house and home" all while telling him how fucking hot he is and fucking him against the shower door. He grabs different parts of him for leverage, like grabbing his tits to jackrabbit up into him, or holding around his belly feeling it quiver and shake while his chin is on Eddie's shoulder moaning and panting into his ear, or at his waist and wide hips and standing back so he can see just how insane the wobble of Eddie's fat ass is. Everything about the way his body jiggles and quakes is hypnotic, just like you said.

When they're done, Eddie's like "can we make a Sonic run?"

[gamerbearmira]

(Oh I just…lololol I just…here. 👻)

Julieta knew what she needed.

Blood.

After the whole bat episode it was clear that she had become something not human. Her daughter, her little Mirabel, was like that too.

It would take work but for her daughter’s sake she could do it. She could hide the…condition.

But she was so damn hungry it was hard to think. As she paced around the kitchen Agustin came to find her.

“Up late in here again? Amor you must come to bed. If you do I could make it worth your wild,” Agustin said in a sing song voice. He probably meant a foot message but that wouldn’t help her current problem. Suddenly Julieta had a wild idea. Born of the trust their marriage was built on and the acute hunger pains.

“I need to eat something first…Agustin sit down we need to talk.”

The next morning Agustin came to the breakfast table with a smile on his face. Julieta was looking better than she had been too. Before anyone could notice the puncture wounds on his neck Agustin took a bite of his wife’s cooking.

“All good?” She asked.

“Of course I’m good. My wife thinks I’m a snack after all.” Agustin winked and Julieta rolled her eyes fondly.

They would start Mirabel on animal blood tonight and she how she would do. It would be a journey but at least Julieta wasn’t alone in it.

I WILL BE THINKING ABOUT THIS ALL NIGHT…HOW DARE YOU…

Jokes aside, I’m glad they trust each other, I want that kind of relationship one day <\\\333 Agustín got jokes though 😭😭 that mf can’t catch a break huh 💀💀

Me rn after reading this:

[drabbles-mc]

Lurking

Happy Lowman x F!Reader

Request by @est1887: I got a random request idea and of course no rush I feel like this would be perfect for my love Happy lol. idk I feel like maybe you’re coming home from a party or something and happy has been trying to get in contact with you and your phone died and you left you car charger at work and what you thought was your blankets on your bed or sofa idc which one is actually Happy sitting in the dark like the killer he is and he scared the life out of you when you hear your blankets talking but it’s actually him but obviously happy isn’t trying to scare the reader it’s perfectly normal to sit in the dark in someone else’s apartment that they don’t know he’s in lololol

Warnings: language, Happy being Happy lmao

Word Count: 896

A/N: A short but sweet Happy fic. I feel like this was a perfect scenario for him lmao. Hope you enjoy it! xo

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You popped your apartment door open with your hip. You were giggling quietly to yourself as you tucked your keys back into your purse, dropping the whole thing to the floor as soon as you were completely inside.

The apartment was silent, as it should’ve been at 2AM. You hummed to yourself as you made your way to the kitchen to get yourself a bottle of water and a few aspirin for the morning. Despite how dark your apartment was, and how buzzed you were still feeling, you could still navigate your place without having to turn on the lights. You bumped the fridge closed before leaning down to peel the high heels off your feet.

As you stood upright and made your way towards the bedroom, you saw something shift in the shadows on your couch. You froze, trying to focus your eyes on it in the dark. It wouldn’t be the first time that a pile of blankets and pillows threw you off. When you heard the creak of the floorboard under someone’s feet, you let out a scream as you whipped one of your heels in the general direction of the noise. You must have hit your target because you heard someone curse under their breath. That did little to comfort you, though, and you threw your second shoe harder than the first.

“Ow! Fuck, Jesus Christ, stop!” the person finally spoke up.

You’d been winding up to throw your water bottle, too, before you heard the voice. You stopped mid-scream and let your hand drop back down to your side, “H-Happy?” you reached and turned the light on.

Sure enough, there he was, standing there in the middle of your living room. There was a small cut on his forehead, presumably from when the heel of your shoe had caught him just right. His expression was one of disgruntled confusion. He traced his thumb along his forehead and looked at it for a moment before wiping the blood off on his jeans without comment.

He returned his full attention to you, “Where’ve you been?”

You couldn’t hide your confusion at the question, “What?”

He repeated himself, his tone still neutral, “Where’ve you been?”

You shook your head, “You’re not the one who gets to ask questions right now!”

His brows furrowed, “Why not?”

“Because you were lurking in my house like a goddamn intruder!”

“I’m not an intruder—you gave me a key.”

You sighed, looking up at the ceiling for a moment as you tried to muster up what little patience you lad left in the moment, “Why did you have to sit on my couch in the dark? Is there something extra appealing about looking like a burglar?”

He shook his head, “It wasn’t dark out when I got here.”

“When did you get here?!” it was hard to picture him just sitting in your apartment for hours, waiting for you to get home.

“You weren’t answering your phone.”

His response had nothing to do with the question. To be fair, that’s usually how things went between you. It took a while to get to the point sometimes. You tried to keep yourself in check, knowing that he was getting to the answer in his own roundabout way.

“Okay and?” you asked, “My battery died and I didn’t have my charger. How did that end with you sitting on my couch by yourself in the dark at 2 in the morning?”

“You weren’t answering your phone. I thought something happened to you. You weren’t working late so I came here looking for you.”

You pressed your lips into a thin line as you processed what he was saying. You knew that to him, it seemed like a perfectly logical chain of events. The creepiness of him sitting in your apartment in the dark was not something that his brain was able to register, especially if he had shown up nervously looking for you.

“I’m sorry you were so worried,” you pinched the bridge of your nose, “But why didn’t you turn the lights on?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know.”

It was an honest answer, and you couldn’t be mad at him for it. You walked closer to him, inspecting the small cut on his forehead before leaning against his chest, “I know I said you can make yourself at home even when I’m not here, but next time can you do it in a more obvious, less scary way?”

“Will you be better at remembering to charge your phone?”

You laughed as you draped your arms over his shoulders, fingers linking behind his neck, “I’ll work on it,” you paused, “Sorry about your head.”

“It’s fine,” he glanced over at your shoes on the ground, “They’re pretty good self-defense weapons.”

“Anything can be if you throw it hard enough,” you chuckled.

He smiled for a moment as his hands rested on your hips, “That’s my girl.”

A few seconds of silence passed between the two of you before you took a deep breath and rested your head against his chest, “Since you’ve already spent most of the night here, wanna come to bed with me?”

“Sure,” he let you tug him down the hall towards your bedroom, “I’ll make sure no one else gets in here.”

“Yea,” you laughed, “Can’t have more than one creep on my couch per night.”

[narrators-journal]

Be my first

The title is not my best work, and this whole story might not be the best. But, I enjoy Kanao being goofy goobers. I hope you too.

CW: Trans Naoto, spicy content, awkwardness lololol

Kanji was a towering, gruff, hostile delinquent. He took on an entire biker gang on his own and won. He was suspected of working with the Yaukza. And he was about ready to float away with all of the butterflies swirling around in his stomach at that moment. Chill dude. He told himself, swallowing the lump in his throat as he smoothed over his comforter yet again. It's just naoto. It's just a little hang out. However, a second voice piped up to argue that point, But why did Naoto ask to only hang out with me? Why did he ask to come over in the evening? We're almost eighteen now, could he want something...more romantic? He shook those thoughts away. Taking a deep breath, holding it, and trying to breath out the anxiety chewing on his nerves. Assuring himself, You're jumping to conclusions. This is just two...dudes, hanging out. Nothing to be flustered over, dumbass. As if to challenge that statement, there was a knock at the front door. The sudden noise making the tall blonde nearly cling to the ceiling like a cat.         "Kanji, dear! Your friend is here!" His mother called, Maybe I can crawl out the window. Sneak away before Naoto realizes I- He smacked his palm over his face, Shit, no. My mom already gave me away, damn it! It's too late to sneak away now!

So, knowing he was stuck, the blonde took a deep breath and tried to steel his nerves one final time before going to greet the small detective prince, who he found chatting casually with his mother. Dressed in a white buton up shirt and nice dress pants, which somehow made kanji feel woefully under dressed in his own home.         "Uh hi there, Naoto." He said, trying not to squeak while his mother gave him a smile,        "See? Told you he didn't vanish." She joked to the blue-haired boy, earning a polite chuckle and a glare respectively.        "Just...come on, Naoto. Before we bother my mother anymore." The smaller male gave a quick nod at that and followed him off to his room without a word. Once in the blonde's room again, the detective sat on the floor and looked around while Kanji stood by the door and debated leaving it open or closing it. Deciding to gently kick the door shut and sit on the edge of his bed like a rod replaced his spine. Should I invite him to sit on the bed? Would that be weird? Too forward? Kanji asked himself, looking everywhere but at his guest. Would he think I'm a pervert or assuming too much?! While he fretted and over-thought, he and Naoto sat in a thick silence. Only broken when the detective prince finally spoke,           "Your little creatures are cute," Gesturing to the small knitted and sewed dolls Kanji had decorating his desk and dresser.           "Oh! Uh, thank you. I make them for my mom to sell at the shop." The blue-haired boy nodded and the two fell back into silence for another moment. Though, this time Kanji ended it,          "Well, anyways. Uh, you wanna sit on the bed? I-It's comfier than the carpet." He offered, and the detective was quick to hop up and join him on the edge of the bed. Close enough so he wasn't falling off, but not close enough to touch. "So...um, why'd you wanna come over like this?" The delinquent hadn't meant to ask that. And he regretted the impulse the second the words left his mouth. Oh fuck me, that was so rude! He panicked, quickly stammering out,          "N-not that I don't want you here! I just- I just didn't- I was wondering why you didn't wanna wait and hang out as a group again. L-like we used to, y'know?" Naoto giving a small, nervous laugh, the sound and smaller male's bashful smile nearly kicking up a fresh wave of butterflies in the delinquents stomach.       "Ah, well...I honestly just wanted to hang out with you. Only you, not the others." And just like that, the air was sucked out of kanji's lungs. Oh shit, is this a date?! Fuck, I wasn't prepared for a date! He panicked, dumbly watching the detective prince fiddle with the cuffs of his shirt. And that, was when it dawned on him. Wait. If this is a date, I'm doing an AWFUL job at being charming, shit! I'm just making this worse and being weird! Shit! In an instant, Kanji's anxiety waned and took a back seat to Naoto's.           "Well," He hummed, rubbing the back of his neck as he continued, "I think I have a game system floating around in here, so if you want, we can play a game? Or, I have a dvd player, so we can watch a movie." He offered, doing his best to exude a calmer, less nervous aura to counteract Naoto's nerves. Glancing over to the boy to catch his nod.           "A movie would be good," He agreed, so the delinquent got up to dig out his collection of movies for his companion to pick from before popping it in and turning off the lights. Once that was done, Kanji sat back down and spent a good portion of the movie's opening trying to relax so Naoto would. But, the nerves continued to chew at him. Am I still being weird? Am I making Naoto uncomfortable? Am I too close to him? His fretting only pausing when Naoto cleared his throat,             "Um, would it be okay to lay down? Or maybe just move back to sit against the wall?" He asked, and Kanji quickly nodded,             "Oh, yeah! Yeah, definitely. Sorry, I-I dunno why I didn't suggest that sooner, sorry."            "It's fine, no need to apologize, Kanji." Naoto chuckled, crawling up the bed as he spoke and settling down against the freshly washed pillows. "I hope you know i don't bite," He joked while the taller male moved to settle beside him with a fresh coat of blush lightly painting his cheeks.          "oh, I don't mind- I-I mean, I didn't think you would." He said, his cheeks becoming a darker shade of red as he spoke, but the darker haired boy simply chuckled and comfortably leaned against him. After that, they returned their attention to the movie. All the while, Naoto slowly began to put more weight against Kanji's arm. And about halfway through the film, he moved to hug the limb he almost used as a pillow. An increasingly intimate, warm way to sit together. So, it was easy for Kanji to finally relax a bit. He got so relaxed, in fact, that by the time the credits began to roll, he was finding himself dozing off a bit. So, he pushed himself to sit up properly and stretched. Asking before any nerves began to chew at him again,             "Well, anything you wanna do now? I could put on another movie, or we could play a game?" He offered again while Naoto followed his lead and sat up as well. Yet, when his companion didn't answer for a long moment he glanced back at him. He found that Naoto was simply sitting there. Fidgetting with the edge of his shirt. Though, when he realized the blonde was watching him, he tried to give another heart-melting smile and play off the anxious aura.         "What?"         "Are you alright? You can tell me if you wanna go home at any point." Kanji assured, quickly adding "if you're uncomfortable from the plush toys all around, I can put them away. They're only out so I remember to my m-" Naoto cut him off by just grabbing his shirt sleeve and pulling him back down into the pillows.          "U-um, Naoto?" Kanji asked, his cheeks heating up to match the embers burning under his skin when the detective prince wordlessly moved to straddle his hips and drape his arms over the blonde's shoulders. "W-what are you doing?"          "Well, I..." He hesitated, then sighed, his blue-grey eyes looking almost everywhere except at the blonde beneath him as he thought, "It's a little embarrassing...Just- can you roll with this? Please?" He asked, and with how Kanji's blood sizzled with electricity, his consent was easy to gain.        "Just...Are you sure? About...where this might go?"        "Yes." The smaller male insisted, though he broke only a moment later, "Uh, well. Somewhat, yes. I-I'm just nervous, but I...I don't want to graduate highschool being a virgin..." His cheeks flared a shade of pink to match Kanji's as he rambled and quickly added, "We don't have to, though. If you're uncomfortable-"       "Hey, no. I never said I didn't want to do stuff." He promised almost instantly. The two of them sat in silence after that. Marinating in the nervous energy for a few seconds before Kanji spoke again,           "Was that weird to say?"           "No, it's not." Naoto promised, giving him a smile that sent a fresh zip of heat through him. "I'm actually glad to hear it." The blonde nodded at that. And, after a moment of hesitation, the blue-haired detective leaned in to close the small gap still between them. The kiss was quick. A tentative peck on the lips. But, when Kanji didn't complain and Naoto didn't back out, the delinquent took it as a cue to pull him in for another, longer kiss. Which, admittedly, was a little sloppy. But, it was more than enough to fan the embers into a lustful flame, and, once they found a rhythm it smoothed out considerably. From there, things quickly heated up. Naoto's arms tightened around kanji's neck, one of his hands slipped down into the blonde's shirt while the blonde wrapped his arms around his waist and ran his hands up the detective's back. When they eventually separated for air, the smaller male pulled at the delinquent's shirt. So, taking the hint, he sat up more and pulled his graphic t-shirt over his head, letting the detective run his hands over his torso and feel how his muscles rippled from his gentle touch.          "You're softer than I thought you'd be," he noted, Kanji feeling a flicker of pride mix into the heat of need rolling off of his skin when Naoto's blue-grey eyes glinted with his own lust.         "Oh, well, that's only because I'm not flexing or anything, watch this." With that, the blonde flexed his arms to show off. Which, worked in his favor, judging by the chuckle his gun show got. As well as the way the boy pulled him back into a kiss. This time though, the detective prince didn't stop at simply kissing. He also rolled them over so that Kanji was on top of him and the dark-haired male could wrap his legs around him. However, Kanji broke the kiss once more in order to breathe and stave off the broiling heat in his blood. Slow down, don't pressure him before he's ready. He told himself, letting out a slow breath. The point proved moot, however, because while he was fighting off his urge to hump his crush like a feral animal, said crush was working at the buttons of his shirt.        "Woah, hey, you don't have to do that, y'know." He assured, though he caught himself watching the detective's hands reveal more skin to the dark room.        "I'm aware, but I want to. I promise." With that, he pulled him into another kiss. While they kissed, the small male fed the restlessness he was inflicting upon Kanji by running a hand down his torso and coming to a stop at the waistband of his pants. Humming into the kiss at the way the delinquent shuddered and moaned into the kiss. Though, they were made to separate by the jolt Kanji gave when Naoto's hand slid lower and pressed against the bulge in his pants. The pressure to such a sensitive spot earned another moan from the blonde.           "Would you like some help here?" The detective asked with amusement filling his voice. Running his thumb over his crotch as he spoke and smiling more at the way the delinquent shuddered. Instead of waiting for the male to respond, Naoto hooked his fingers into Kanji's waistband and tugged at his pants until he got the message and sat up to pull them off and chuck them into some corner of his darkened room. Naoto, meanwhile, did the same. Leaving him in his unbuttoned shirt, binder, and a pair of black, lace-trimmed panties. Which, brought a realization suddenly dawning on the blonde delinquent.           "W-wait, uh, how exactly would...this work? I-If you don't mind me asking." Naoto blinked at him,           "What do you mean?" Kanji huffed and rubbed the back of his neck, looking away from the detective prince,           "I-I don't mean to be rude, o-or innapropriate, but how are we gonna go about...this...hook up..." He drifted off, his words being forced out of a progressively tighter throat until he had to swallow down the discomfort bubbling up. "Um, y'know, the whole..." Thankfully Naoto got the message from there, his cheeks flaring a healthy red.          "Oh! Oh god, um..." He took a moment to think, leaving Kanji to run a hand nervously through his hair and stare a hole into his mussed comforter until his companion finally spoke again, "Um...y'know what? L-let's not, y'know, worry about that right now."         "Huh? But, how do you...you wanna go about this then? I-I could...go-go down-"         "Oh! No, no need to do that!" Naoto squeaked, turning a darker shade of red, "I-I...Look, let's just focus on you, right now." He offered, only throwing the taller male glances as he spoke. Though, Kanji could only tilt his head,         "So...what do you want to do?" He asked, and after another moment of thought, Naoto's eyes lit up with a thought.        "Well, I know something fun to do, but we'd need something like lube for it." That got Kanji's attention the same way a car would a dog's. So, the detective continued,          "Well, if you'd like, you could...use my thighs, for friction." He offered, lifting one of his legs as if to bring how full and thick they were to his attention. As if the delinquent blonde hadn't thoroughly studied them each day. Hooooly shit. This is real. He thought, his member giving a shameless twitch in his boxers, I'm actually about to do something raunchy with Naoto. I'm getting to fuck his thighs. Though, his celebration was soon pushed back down by another, less horny voice, Wait, shit. Get control of yourself. Last thing you want is to blow barely a minute in. He reminded himself, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly to reign in the restless zap of need that was burning under his skin. When he was less frantic, he nodded,              "I wouldn't mind that. So long as your comfortable with it." That made the detective prince smile. From there, Kanji dug through his bedside table until he found the lotion he usually used in his...alone time activities. Naoto, meanwhile, wriggled down on the bed until he was properly laying on his back. And while, at first, Kanji was going to ask what exactly to do with the lotion, he decided against it and simply kicked his boxers off to put it on himself. After that, words were left at the wayside. Kanji didn't want to make a bigger fool of himself than he already felt he had, and Naoto gave no signs of complaint, so the blonde ran with that. Being careful as he worked out how to position the detective's legs so they were comfortably pressed together and sandwiched his throbbing member between those plump, soft thighs. It was. Glorious. Naoto's thighs were warm and soft, providing just enough friction to send bolts of lightning through him yet again. Zapping his thoughts away one by one and leaving behind nothing but mindless pleasure burning in his belly. Naoto, meanwhile, seemed to be enjoying himself as well. judging by how he ground up against Kanji's member as best he could, letting out small whimpers and muffled moans to match the blonde's. All of his noises and the lewd slapping of skin on skin adding fuel to the fire burning beneath Kanji's skin. The soundtrack, paired with the friction, and the simple thrill of finally getting to touch the man he'd been dreaming of. It all made his cock twitch and throb between the detective's thighs. With all of that stacking upon itself, the delinquent couldn't keep a grip on himself for long. Shamefully soon, the pleasure grew too much and launched the delinquent over the edge into blinding euphoria. Lleaving him slightly shaking and clinging to Naoto's legs like they were the last thing keeping him from floating away into the night.          "Kanji?" Naoto panted after a moment, and when he finally managed to open his eyes again, he saw Naoto's grey-blue eyes staring back at him. The small detective panting with another rosie shade of pink painting his cheeks, "Are you alright?" He asked, the blonde blinking a bit before nodding.          "Yeah, why?" He breathed, quickly letting go of the detective's thighs and letting them fall back onto the bed. Naoto, meanwhile, just gave a small grin,          "Um...well, if you'd like, we could maybe do something else." He offered, and, as if on command, his cheeks flared another shade of red.

[beyondtheborderridiculous]

Mankai Stage Winter Troupe Live 2022

OMFG!!!! THEY WENT ALL OUT FOR THIS LIVE!!!

First of all, their singing got soooo much better (the harmonies were so beautiful), their dances are also a lot cleaner, and. Wow, don’t even get me started on their acting. Absolutely phenomenal performance. I was watching this with a friend, and she said that this had to be her favorite Live. Which I agree with. I feel like every Live was better than the last. And Fuyu’s performance was seriously no joke.

All the songs were just killer and just so so fun to watch. The transitions in between songs flowed really nicely. 

The “story” bit for this Live is a bit shorter than the others, but that’s probably because the Live was already so long. It opens with Tsumugi and Tasuku doing a workshop at Yuzo’s theater. They did a really intense scene, and it was fun watching the two of them do an action scene. Then they invited Yuzo to go out drinking with their troupe. But the day of, Tsumugi and Tasuku are running late due to the lack of trains, and so it’s just Yuzo with Hisoka, Homare and Azuma, and it’s just... So awkward, lololol. To be honest, this is the part where my listening comprehension of Japanese isn’t really up to snuff yet, so I couldn’t really make out what they were saying, but I think Homare decided to drink a lot so that he would be eccentric enough to make Yuzo feel welcomed... Or something... So the song, “The Great Detective, Arisugawa Homare,” got remixed into Homare just getting hopelessly drunk. It’s so dramatic and chaotic, and it ends with Homare bawling all over Yuzo. It’s great.

In the end, everyone concludes that this is just Homare expressing his love to the troupe in his own awkward way. And after Yuzo goes home, they end the night stargazing. And oh geez, the stage was just so pretty.

Also, if you thought that Nocturnality couldn’t get any gayer... Oh ho ho, I am here to tell you that you are so wrong. They somehow amped up the gayness. Like, I can’t even believe. 

For the transitions, instead of Matsukawa or Sakoda, it’s now led by Yuzo. And he did a good job! I just couldn’t understand most of it yet, lololol.

They had the same backup dancers as the other troupes, so it was a treat to see them again. 

Akigumi’s message to Fuyugumi was just so them. Omi was recording it, and Taichi first started the message, but then he got sidetracked and started acting out a potential scene between a fan of his and him, until he got interrupted by Banri, who got interrupted by Juza which... Just led to them fighting that Omi had to put the camera down to help Taichi break it up, which ultimately led to Sakyo just barging in and setting everyone straight. And then Sakyo restarts the message to Fuyugumi that devolves into one of his infamous lectures. They’re so cute, I love them.

Unlike the other troupes, Fuyu got to sing “20 for Colors”, which is a song from Mankai Movie, which was neat to watch.

One little detail that I absolutely adore, is that when Fuyugumi sang “To Bloom,” they had these mics that were wrapped in their flowers. They were so pretty.

If I had to describe the overall tone of this Live, it’d had to be whimsical. And nostalgic. ...Yea, I think that’s a good way to describe it.

Also, at their curtain call, Tsumugi’s actor was talking about how last year, due to Covid, Fuyugumi was the only troupe where their performance might’ve been cancelled, and the pressure and the anxiety was just a lot, but thanks to everyone’s support, they were able to pull through. As he was talking about this, he almost cried, and then I almost cried. I really appreciate the vulnerability that he shared with us, since I just knew that there was no way that they didn’t struggle last year. 

To be honest, out of all the troupes, I always felt like the actors of Fuyugumi weren’t as close as the others, but you could just tell that they were just having so much fun during this Live. I was so happy for them, and I had a lot of fun watching this too. It has got to be my favorite Fuyugumi performance.

And with that, I finally got to watch all of the Lives!!! 

[karamfilmare]

Always Been You || Kuroo x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’ve fallen back in love with your best friend, but does he love you?

Disclaimers: Hi, this is my first piece in a while, and my first smut piece. Please be nice, I’m so nervous about this.

Content Warning: Smut, Some fluff, Angst(?), Jealousy, praise kink, etc.

Here we go :’) Enjoy. I’ll just be nervously biting my nails, lololol.

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A familiar, corny tune sounded through the bedroom, the buzzing on the table causing an irritable disturbance to your sleep. Fumbling for your phone, you brought it to your ear, ready to chew out your best friend.

“Kuroo Tetsurou. Give me one good reason you are disturbing my weekend morning to sleep in, or I swear--”

“Chibi-chan, please,” Kuroo’s voice cut in, “Bokuto was calling me until I picked up and just yelled in my ear. Something about having some important thing, I don’t know, but apparently he wants to meet up with us.”

"Mmm," you groaned. You rubbed your eyes, taking a moment to process his words. Then it hit you. "Wait, he's here for a game?!"

"Hmm, oh yeah, that makes sense," his voice a bit clearer now, the sleep wearing off. "Anyway, let's go."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Go where?"

"He said he'll send me the address. Just get ready, I'll come over as soon as I'm done.”

You huffed. “Who said I’m going? Do you know what time it is? It’s early.” You don’t bother to check the time, it didn’t matter; anytime period of time where class or studying wasn’t necessary meant that people were not to wake you up -- Kuroo should know this.

“Fine, I guess I’ll tell Bokuto you don’t love him,” he chuckled. That woke you with a start, his voice sending tingles down your spine.

“Do that, and I will shave your head while you sleep,” you hissed. “That will take care of your bedhead concern, you dork. And I’m up, I should be ready soon. I’ll open the door for you.”

“I have the key to your place, don’t worry, I’ll just let myself in, ok?” Kuroo said softly. “You just get ready, I know you probably need all the time to fix out your cute mess.”

“Kuroo-” you pretend growled. “I swear--”

“Oh no, the signal.” And the call ended with a click.

You huffed, and headed into the bathroom to take a shower. It wasn’t until you had started washing your hair that you stopped in your tracks.

“...Cute...”

Did you hear him right? Did he call you cute? Did he just let it slide out, or did he mean it? To be fair, he did put ‘mess’ after it, but what made him say cute at all? All he did was tease you unless it was something serious. Besides, you two are best friends, it’s not like there was anything going on, not now, not in the past, and not in the future, most likely. You felt your heart clench in your chest.

Well, maybe there was one thing that happened. Back in high school. You two were top of your classes, always fighting over who had top scores ever since middle school (it was always back and forth between you two). Not only that, but you both were talented volleyball players and captains, always organizing practice matches together, trying to improve your skills and techniques against each other; it wasn’t uncommon to have small training camps with Fukurodani and Shinzen, as well. At one such training camp was when the moment that would forever lurk in your mind occurred.

Official practice for your team had ended, but you stayed behind to work on a few more setting techniques. Your fixation on the accuracy of the sets made you unaware of your best friend’s presence, his tall frame leaning on the doorway of the gym.

“Oi, Chibi-chan,” he called out as you set the ball in the air. Startled, you turned to search in the direction where the voice came from. That momentary distraction left you open to the ball falling and bouncing off your head lightly.

“You idiot, you scared me,” you groaned, rubbing the spot on your head, while Kuroo started laughing. “If you’re going to be here to bother me, you can at least be useful and help me out with a few of these sets.”

Kuroo managed to calm his small laughing fit and made his way over to the net, his face donning a somewhat soft look. “You ok there, Chibi-chan?”

You huffed, turning away. “It’s fine. Just hit a few of these sets, I would appreciate it.” He complied, like the devoted friend he was, running through this extra practice until you realized how late it had gotten.

“Damn,” you rubbed your neck. “Have we been at this for two and a half hours?”

“It’s alright, it’s what this camp is for, remember?” He looked as if he had remembered what he came to the gym for, snapping his fingers and pointing at you. “You know, I didn’t see you grabbing dinner, did you eat?”

Cue a very well-timed stomach grumble. Your team had their individual practice slot right before dinner, but when you stayed after, you forgot about it, not grabbing anything to help sustain you. Despite feeling slightly drained, you shrugged it off.

“Oh, uh, you know, it’s not a big deal, honestly,” you had said, collecting the balls that were throughout the gym. Looking back at Kuroo, a rare, serious look appeared on his rather handsome face.

“(L/N),” he frowned, his voice stern. He rarely called you by your name. “You need to eat. Come on, I’ll help find something for you to eat in the kitchen.”

He reached his hand out, turning his face away. Slightly taken aback, you started to wonder if he really wanted to hold your hand. Involuntarily, your pulse picked up, though you dare not to get your hopes up. It was at a recent practice that you had realized what you were feeling for him, when your vice captain almost smacked some sense into you, while the rest of the third years on the team rolled their eyes; why your heart started racing when he sent a genuine smile your way, the way his voice just warms you, the way he always knew how to make you feel better. Everything about him just made you feel things you’ve never felt before.

But you couldn’t say anything. Not when the tentative new manager of your volleyball club with whom you were just becoming friendly with, Misa-chan, came up to you, her eyes shining in humble earnest, asking if you were going out with Kuroo. When you had reassured her that you weren’t, your heart tensing all the while, she brightened up and asked if you could ask to see what he thought about her, because she wanted to go out with him. Even though a pit in your stomach was forming, you agreed, the words tasting bitter in your mouth. You didn’t want to go back on your promise to help her, even though it hurt you. So you tried to push your feelings down.

But in this moment, your heart took the reins, reaching for his outstretched hand, your face feeling warm. His hand was warm and calloused from the years of volleyball, but so were yours, you were sure. It was comforting, yet exciting. None of the previous boys you went out with made you feel this way, not even the ones you thought you liked a lot. This was different. He was different.

You would worry about being selfish and betraying Misa-chan’s trust later. All that mattered was how his hand holding yours made your heart beat faster as you walked out of the gym. You tried to look at your friend’s face from the corner of your eye, only to see that his face was also turned away.

“You know, I worry about you,” Kuroo broke the silence. “I sometimes worry about you just as much as I do about Kenma.”

“Hey, now, that’s a bit harsh. I just happened to miss dinner once or twice, it’s not--”

“I worry about you almost in the opposite way. You work yourself to the bone, whether it’s for school, practice, at home...you’ll burn yourself out. And that’s coming from me.”

“Well, hey,” you shrugged, chuckling. “If I do burn out, you’ll easily get the top spot, you know. And besides,” you curl your hand in a weak fist and nudge his arm, “you don’t have to worry about me. I’ve been doing this for quite a while, you know that.”

You felt your hand get slightly tugged as Kuroo stopped in his tracks, slightly tightening his grip on your hand, forcing you to face him. You looked up to see his brow furrowed in concern, his lips pursed.

“I will always worry about you,” he let out with a sigh. “You’re...you’re always on mind.”

You’re slightly taken aback, but you tell yourself to not jump to anything. “Well, I should hope you think about me at least a little. I’m your friend after all,” you chuckle.

He shakes his head lightly. “No, that’s...that’s not what I mean.”

“Well, look at the master of provocation looking so serious now. Whatever you’re thinking must be weighing down on you.” Chuckling, you tried to rationalize in your mind, trying to calm your heart, to no avail. “What’s on your mind, Tetsu?”

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. His hand still enveloped yours, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand, gently pulling you a bit closer. You looked into his eyes, the lights of the night causing the hazel to appear nearly ethereal. His face inched closer, to the point where you could feel the featherlight touch of his breaths on your face.

“Have you ever thought about how we would--”

“Oi, Kuroo-senpai! (L/N)-senpai!” you heard Yamamoto call out for you all, which caused the warm hand to drop yours so fast, the boy attached to the hand turning towards the voice, running his hand to the back of his neck. You turned away from him, taking a step back from him, your thoughts spinning. You hardly registered anything that happened when the younger boy approached you all and started talking to his captain.

You walked off to the direction of your sleeping quarters, slightly dazed. You were confused by what he could have wanted to say? Was there something that you had missed? Just what did he think of you?

No, that doesn’t matter, because you were going to help Misa-chan. You were grateful to her for wanting to take on the thankless occupation of being a manager, so you were going to keep your promise. Just keep your feelings down, you were sure they would fade away eventually.

Right?

As you let the water pour over your back, you thought that you had done a good job of doing so. You did eventually get Misa-chan and Kuroo to date for nearly a couple of months, while you had cried yourself to sleep, night after night, until you picked yourself up and even dated others, squashing away your emotions until you couldn’t feel them anymore.

It seemed as if things between you two had returned to normal. Neither of you brought up that night ever again. You didn’t want to relive that uncertainty, it was better to stay in the past. It should have stayed in the past, so why did everything reopen again?

You stepped out of the shower, drying your hair and wrapping a towel around your body, before stepping out of your bathroom to get your clothes ready. Remembering the laundry you had left unfinished the previous night, you groaned and walked out of your room, hoping you could take care of at least finding something to wear before Kuroo came.

Except when you had left the room, you saw a wide-eyed Kuroo in your living room. You both froze for a moment, like two deer caught in headlights. You saw his eyes look down your body, a slight tint of pink coming to his cheeks. You turned away, squeaking in embarrassment.

“Well, Chibi-chan,” he cleared his throat. “If you wanted to seduce me, you could have just said--”

“Agh, turn around!” You could feel your face heat up, but what was worse was that you could feel yourself being...aroused? By what? You shook your head and ran back into your room, closing the door and leaning against it. Biting your lip, you gave yourself a moment to cool down, dry yourself off, and search through your drawers for clothes to slip into.

After getting dressed, you left your room to find Kuroo still turned around, in the same spot as before. “Tetsu, why are you still turned around?” you chuckled, walking up to him. “You do know I changed in my room, right?”

When he turned around, you stole the chance to admire him, thinking back to the difference between high school Kuroo and the present. He grew to be even more handsome through the years, still somehow growing even taller. His face had just about lost all the boyish charm, instead taking on a more angular, masculine shape. The hazel eyes exuded an intelligent confidence that was rather charming; though when he smiled, they warmed and softened, revealing the rare quiet side. The workouts had definitely trained and formed his body into perfection, the kind Michelangelo wished he could model his sculptures from; he took care of himself. The black t-shirt and jeans ensemble accentuated his build. His hair was still his trademark bedhead, but you loved it on him, it just wasn’t Kuroo without it. Overall, he was so damned attractive, and it was utterly exasperating to resist his physical appeal, damned near impossible when coupled with his caring, easygoing nature.

Mr. Devilishly Handsome Bedhead smirked. “Chibi-chan, maybe you should take a picture, it will last longer.”

“Whatever, Tetsu,” you rolled your eyes. “Do I look alright?”

Kuroo fell quiet for a moment, and he looked you down again, before looking into your eyes again, clearing his throat. “You look more than alright.” He shook his head. “We need to go now, so we can catch up with Bokuto a little before he gets busy and causes chaos somewhere.”

You nodded and grabbed your bag, phone, and keys. Kuroo brought his hand to your back, ushering you towards the door. His touch was light, but it still made your insides do flips. Damn it, stop reacting this way to him, he said he was interested in somebody. All you’ll get is a broken heart, you thought to yourself. Recalling one time after studying in the library, he asked a hypothetical question about how he should approach someone he was romantically interested in.

“So, Tetsu, any updates about that someone you’ve got your eye on?” you asked, locking the door, pulling away to walk alongside him.

His eyes widened a little, and he brought his hand to his neck. “Uhh, well, uh, I-,” he stuttered out. “She is, uhm, she’s doing alright. Yeah, I see her a lot.”

“You do?” you asked, your heart dropping a bit, cursing the stupid fluttering at his adorable reactions. “That’s good. I’m glad, is she nice? You haven’t told me much about her.”

“Well, yeah, she’s really nice. She’s very caring, driven, hard-working, almost to a fault. It’s like she can’t seem to-- Oh, whatever, it’s not that important.”

“Uh, yeah, it’s important. You’re my friend, of course I’ll care about this. Don’t brush it off like it’s nothing.”

“Well, it’s just...I’m not ready to talk too much about her, I don’t want to get my hopes up. Besides, I don’t think she likes me that way.”

“Are you kidding me? I’m sure she’s interested, I know quite a few girls in my classes who ask about you, hoping I’d introduce you. But if you’re not up for talking about her right now, I’ll drop it.” Secretly, you were slightly relieved as well. Whoever this girl was had him on his toes.

You both started talking about studying, quirky facts, old friends, Kenma, and other usual conversation topics for a while, until you both reached a cafe, seeing Bokuto and Akaashi sitting at a table. Bokuto was waving excitedly, and you couldn’t help but grin seeing him and his energy. Akaashi was sitting quietly, but he softly smiled at you.

“Kuroo! (L/N)-chan!” Bokuto exclaimed. “It’s been too long!”

You both took your seats at the table. “It’s good to see you again Bokuto. Akaashi, let me guess--Bokuto knocked on your door and ambushed you?”

Kuroo chuckled next to you. “Bokuto, it’s good to see you, man. How’s everything going on the team?”

“It’s been great!” he beamed. He went on to talk about recent skills he’s picked up, matches, teammates, and so on. You felt Akaashi’s eyes on you, and you turned to look at him. You two were rather close, having played the same position in high school, as well as hanging out regularly in the library to study. He knew about your returning feelings for Kuroo, so you pouted when you saw him raise an eyebrow at you. You knew what he was trying to imply, and you shook your head. He rolled his eyes, as if mocking your inaction.

“Akaashi!” Bokuto looked to the younger man. “What are you and (L/N)-cha miming over there?”

You shook your head, chuckling. “Oh, it’s nothing. We’re just telepathically communicating, you know, like we do.” You pressed your fingers to your temples and squinted your eyes, pretending to send messages to Akaashi, who rolled his eyes in turn, shaking his head.

“Yeah, I’m telling her she’s being a coward.”

“Am not!”

“What are you being a coward about?” Kuroo jumped in. “Is this something I know about?”

“Hmm, I don’t know, when will you ask out that one girl you like?” You retorted. “You’ll never know if she likes you if you don’t ask her.”

Bokuto quirked an eyebrow and turned towards Kuroo. “Does she not kn--”

Kuroo slapped a hand across the other man’s face in a panic. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, man.” He turned to you. “You see, it’s a bit more complicated than that.”

“Is it?” a voice came from behind you. You all turn to see Kenma, looking down at his phone, walking towards the table. “I don’t see the problem in asking her.”

“Kenma!” you greeted. “Wait, do you-- of course you know who he likes.”

“Kenma, don’t you dare,” Kuroo warned.

Kenma shrugged, sitting down at the table, between you and Akaashi. “You’ll figure it out eventually.” He went back to his phone, checking through his emails and social media.

You looked at him, pouting. But you knew if Kenma said something like this, you had to trust him. It hurt that Kuroo seemed to avoid the subject around you, but you couldn’t help it at this point. You would just wait for him to tell you more.

You all enjoyed yourselves, catching up with Bokuto. You found out that he had a match against the Adlers tonight, and he managed to get tickets to see the match for the group. He took a small break to see everyone before he had to leave to get ready for the match. He was excitedly chattering about his teammates, some new techniques he picked up, and other things that had been going on in his life. At some point, Kuroo mentioned a gathering at someone’s place, and Kenma reluctantly offered up his apartment to meet up afterwards to celebrate Bokuto’s achievements. Some time had passed before Bokuto had to leave early (at Akaashi’s reminder) to get ready for the match. You and Kuroo offered to walk Kenma home, but he declined, saying he had to meet up with some investors for his company he was going to found.

So the two of you walked back home, this time in relative silence. You looked up to his face and found it looking a bit distant, as if he had the world weighing down.

“Tetsu?”

He looked down towards you, his trance seeming to be broken. “Hmm, what’s up Chibi-chan?”

“What’s up with you? Ever since we left, you’ve been silent.”

“Oh, just thoughts.”

You fell silent, biting back the quip you wanted to say. You didn’t want to mock him in his serious state, he could feel vulnerable in his thoughts. “Well, if you feel the need to relieve your stress, you can rely on me, ok?” Falling silent, the two of you

Reaching the apartment building, you both stopped at your door. Standing over you, he peered into your face, his eyes searching yours for what felt like years. You couldn’t describe what was in his eyes, but the color was...somewhat intense. His lips parted, as if he wanted to say something, but he closed them again. He brought a hand up, it being nearly centimeters away from your jaw, before it switched directions to land on the door, turning his face down to clear his throat.

“Uh, so Chibi-chan...listen, I’ve been wondering, but…” he hesitated a moment, “a-are you and Akaashi a thing?”

You raised an eyebrow, hoping you were doing enough to mask your slight emotional flustering at his closeness, confused as to why he would think this. “I--no, why?”

“No reason. Anyway, Chibi-chan,” he seemed to revert to his more confident persona. “I guess I’ll see you in a bit to go to the match, and then we’ll go to Kenma’s? What time are you thinking you’ll be ready?”

Giving him a time to meet, your heart fluttered as he slowly pushed himself off the door, turning to walk next door to his apartment. You both stood at your doors, briefly staring at each other, before entering your respective abodes.

What was with Kuroo? You grabbed your phone to text Kenma and Akaashi, the two people who could help sort out your thoughts.

Y/N: Guys, I think something is up with Kuroo. Kenma: You just noticed? He’s always been weird

Y/N: No I’m serious >:(. Y/N: I mean, he just asked me if something was going on between Akaashi and me.

Akaashi: …

Y/N: What’s with that response?

Akaashi: Nothing. I mean, everyone knew I had a thing for you...

Y/N: O-O What?

Akaashi: But you were too focused on him, so I gave up.

Y/N: I-- Wow, I was blind.

Kenma: Yes, you are*

Y/N: Hey!

Kenma: It’s true.

Akaashi: ^^

Y/N: Anyway, I could have sworn he was going to touch my jaw. But that’s probably nothing.

Kenma: ...your jaw? Is that what you texted us for?

Y/N: ...Yeah, sorry, I knew it was stupid. It’s just that he switched his hand direction and leaned against my door instead.

Akaashi: The “sneaky” kabedon ;).

Y/N: ...Nah, couldn’t be…

Kenma: You’re in denial. Just come tonight, don’t worry, things might reveal themselves.

Y/N: ...Is the girl Kuroo likes gonna be there?

Kenma: …

Akaashi: …

Kenma: You know what, yeah, she will be. There, you happy?

Y/N: >:( Tremendously. Whatever, I’ll see you all later.

You entered your room, picking up a few things and putting them away, before plopping yourself on your bed, musing thoughts over. Before you knew it, you had drifted off, the bed providing a small, soft comfort.

Feeling someone’s hand on your back, shaking you awake, you opened your eyes, turning your head to see Kuroo chuckling at your face.

“I should have known you had fallen asleep, it’s so like you.” He sits down on the bed next to you. “You had me worried there for a second, not answering my texts or calls.”

You grabbed your phone and checked the notifications to see nine missed calls from Kuroo, 15 texts from Kuroo, and one call from Kenma somewhere in between. You sighed, burying your face in the bed. “Sorry,” you muttered.

“It’s ok, I’m lucky I have a key to your place to check up on you.” He brought a hand to brush the hair away from your eyes, the light touch stirring your feelings again. “Anyway, you should probably get ready. You kind of need to fix yourself up,” he teased, which earned him a whack with a pillow from you.

“Shoo shoo, let me get ready,” you urged him out, shooting back with, “I think you need to take a look at yourself.”

“Wha- You liar, I look damn fine, and you know it.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, rooster head,” you retorted, though you silently agreed with him. As you pushed him out of your room, you changed into your outfit to watch the match and the meet-up afterwards.

Stepping out, you picked up your wallet, purse, keys, and phone, then turned to Kuroo who was gazing at you. He looked as if he was trying to memorize the outfit on you, and you couldn’t help but think that maybe you weren’t the only one with feelings.

“Tetsu? You ready to go?”

He blinked a few times, shaking his head. “Uh yeah, yeah.”

“Wait.” You went into the bathroom to grab a comb you kept around only for him to use. You went over to him and started combing through his hair, trying to fluff out his hair a bit more. “Damn it Tetsu, how did you get even taller than you already were in high school?”He tried to back away, but you grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him down, trying to adjust his wild hair. “Just hold on...there, now you’re ready.”

He smirked, ready with his usual quip. “Damn Chibi-chan, if you wanted to--”

“Seduce you, I could have just said so?” You finished for him, shaking your head, chuckling. “Come on, you’re so predictable.”

That seemed to hit a nerve with Kuroo. His eyes went slightly dark for a second, his smirk dropping. “Predictable? We’ll see about that.”

Caught off guard by his sudden shift, you let go of him, clearing your throat. He stepped back, rubbing the back of his neck, the flash of dominance dissipating. “Uh, I mean...let’s just go, we don’t want to keep Akaashi and Kenma waiting.”

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You all made it to Kenma’s after the game, with an extra person in tow. The match was highly entertaining. MSBY had won, 2-1, in close sets, even with the formidable spiker Ushijima and the genius setter Kageyama on the Adlers. Bokuto had played extremely well, along with the rest of the team. After the game, he came out with a dyed blonde-haired guy you recognized as the setter of the team. Bokuto introduced him as Atsumu Miya, saying he wanted to have him hang out with the group.

So there you all were, enjoying a few snacks and learning about each other. Kuroo and Bokuto were laughing in one area, Akaashi standing next to Bokuto, while Kenma was sitting down, playing a game as usual. You were chatting with Atsumu, who turned out to be quite charming, if not a little full of himself, but you couldn’t help but enjoy his company. Easily transitioning from topic to topic in the conversation, you got to know each other fairly well, laughing at his jokes and stories. Sometimes you would glance over at Kuroo, catching him staring in your direction with a hint of envy.

~~~~~ Kuroo POV ~~~~~ Kuroo couldn’t help but feel uneasy looking at a new rival with (y/n). He didn’t express it fully, but he was seething. Atsumu seemed like an alright guy, but at the moment, all he could feel was bitterness towards him.

“Kuroo, man, whatcha thinking?” Bokuto drew his attention away from the two. “How much I kind of want to punch you right now.” Kuroo looked at his friend with a pained smile.

“Over (y/n)-chan and Atsumu?”

“Noooo, over you and Atsumu, yes about them.”

Bokuto smiled and lightly punched Kuroo in the arm. “Come on, man, it’s not like you two are dating,” he said, a mischievous look on his face.

“Bokuto. Spit it out.”

The grey haired athlete shook his head, chuckling. Even Akaashi seemed to smirk a bit. Something was definitely going on, there had to be if Bokuto was in on it. He pursed his lips, forcing his gaze away from (y/n) laughing with Atsumu, his heart clenching. He gritted his teeth and glared at Bokuto and Akaashi, then went over to talk to Kenma.

“Yo, I know you’re in on whatever Bokuto and Akaashi are plotting, so you’re gonna have to spill.”

Kenma didn’t look up from his game. “Mmm, no.”

“I figured. Whatever.” He turned to see Bokuto getting on the couch, cupping his hands around his mouth.

“Guys, let’s spice this up and play a game! We’ll get to know each other a little, like truth or dare, but with small little consequences if you don’t do either.”

Atsumu turned around, grinning. “Alright, this oughta be fun. (L/N)-san, ya gotta sit next to me.”

Kuroo glanced back, throwing daggers at the blond-haired setter, but trying to avoid his eyes. He then shifted to see (y/n) smile and nod, which only fueled his jealousy.

~~~~~~ (Y/N) ~~~~~~~~

You were all having a fun time, especially listening to Atsumu’s little truths whenever he was picked. Bokuto was boisterous and fun as always, following through on all the dares given with no shame. Akaashi was shaking his head at his best friend’s antics, holding back his laughter, while giving vague answers when truths came up. He would occasionally give pointed looks between you, Atsumu, and Kuroo, but you rolled your eyes. Even Kenma seemed to be mildly amused, a glint appearing in his eyes when he looked up at you and Kuroo occasionally.

Kuroo, on the other hand, seemed unusually sour, especially when Atsumu occasionally would lay a hand on your shoulder or arm, laughing and getting your attention. His eyes would avert away as soon as you looked back at him, but it didn’t stop him from stealing glances at you.

“Oi, (L/n)-chan, before ya do yer dare, tell us, any men in yer life?” Atsumu asked.

“Well, all of these guys are in my life, as well as a few others,” you laughed.

Atsumu smirked, leveling a flirty gaze at you. “Ya know what I meant.”

Before you knew it, you stole a glance Kuroo’s way before your mind took over and made you look away from him. “Uh, well, currently, it’s a no, no boyfriend at the moment.”

“Hmm, interesting. Well, I dare you to kiss all the guys here,” Atsumu dared. “At least one of them has to be on the lips,” he tagged on, as if expecting a loophole.

Your eyes widened, and you looked down at your fingers. You could feel your face heat up at the dare. You could get away with kissing the guys on the cheek, but who would you kiss? Would you be bold enough to kiss Kuroo? This was your one chance to do so. But what if he didn’t want you to? He could push you away, and your heart would just shatter. But there was no one you wanted to kiss.

“Hey, she shouldn’t have to--” Kuroo started to defend you when another voice cut in, one you didn’t expect.

“Come on Kuro, it’s fine.”

You whipped your head to Kenma, who actually looked up at you from his phone, a slight smirk on his face. “You’re a big girl, you can handle yourself, can’t you?”

You huffed and pouted at him, but stood up anyway. Walking over to Kenma, you grabbed his face and planted a goofy kiss on his cheek, being obnoxious about it, knowing he would hate it. This elicited a few laughs from the group.

“Come on (f/n), that was uncalled for.”

“That’s what you get,” you teased. “Bokuto, you’re next.”

“Yes!” He fist pumped the air. “Get over here, I want a (l/n)-chan kiss!”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck before kissing his cheek. “There you go, big boy. Congrats on your playing today!”

Releasing yourself from him, Akaashi was next. You softly press a kiss to his temple, then ruffling his hair. “And there’s pretty boy Akaashi’s kiss.”

“Was the hair ruffling necessary, (l/n)-san?” He said, before glancing towards Kuroo. Turning your attention towards to the latter, you could see his crossed arms and his slight scowl. Shaking your head and sighing, you turned to Atsumu, wearing a small smile.

Walking over to the confident setter, your intention was to kiss his cheek and quickly move on. However, it seemed that the young man had other ideas, slightly turning his head in a split second to catch your lips, bringing a calloused hand to your cheek. It only lasted for a moment, but he pulled away, a cheeky grin appearing on his face.

“Well, pretty girl, ya have one more guy to kiss on the cheek, and then yer free.”

Your heart started racing, thinking of whether you should go through with kissing Kuroo. Swallowing the anxious feeling, you stand up and walk over to him. You paused, heart pounding, looking up into his eyes. There was something unreadable in his expression that left you feeling conflicted about what was about to happen.

Lightly grabbing his collar, you leaned in, gently pressing your lips against his. Briefly, the thought of pulling away crossed your mind, but Kuroo’s firm hand on your neck removed all thought. He snaked a hand around, pressing you closer to him. The feeling of his soft lips sent your heart soaring, those years of daydreaming could not compare to this moment.

Reluctantly pulling away from the kiss and letting him go, you shift your feet away, feeling his hands slip down your body before dropping to his sides. Avoiding his gaze, you turned away, excusing yourself and heading into Kenma’s kitchen to try to calm down from the slight rush.

Gripping the counter, your thoughts swirled in a cloud, not being able to form anything coherent. Nothing seemed to be any clearer, no matter how much you sighed and shook your head.

“Hey, ya seem to be deep in yer thoughts.” You looked to see Atsumu leaning on the doorway of the kitchen. “Mind telling me about ‘em? Won’t do ya any good huffing them out to no one.”

Chuckling, you contemplated the tempting offer. “I have a feeling you know more than you’re letting on. I mean, it’s pretty obvious what I’m feeling.”

He stood up straight, walking over to the cabinets to reach for a glass to fill with water, placing it in front of you. “Drink this. It won’t hurt ya.”

You shook your head, giggling at the action. “I didn’t take you for someone who would look after someone’s well being. It’s sweet of you.”

“Well, for a pretty girl like you, I think I could make myself a bit more chivalrous, don’tcha think?” He smirked, appearing to search your eyes. “Anyway, you, uh, look like ya need some company. I’d be willing to listen.”

A wry smile appeared on your face. You spoke of your feelings for Kuroo, how you’d thought you’d given up on him until a few months ago, how sure you were that he didn’t like you back, how you just compared everyone to him as a standard, how you hated feeling this way. Atsumu stood there, leaning against the counter, listening attentively, nodding along to your words. It was kind of a relief to spill these feelings onto someone else.

“Ok, I see what’s going on. I mean, I had an idea of what was going on from Bokuto, but I didn’t really care about his drama until he roped me into this.”

“Of course Bokuto told you,” you sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose.

“He told me some friends needed help getting their asses kicked into action, and if I would be willing to help,” he continued. “I was going to refuse, but I heard about a damsel in distress, and I knew I had to meet this lovely lady. Now...I kind of wish I didn’t agree.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“Because I’ve half a mind to steal you away,” he angled his head a bit bashfully, contrasting his confident tone, having edged slightly closer to you. “Listen, if he doesn’t treat you well, I’d snatch ya up in a heartbeat.”

“Very funny, Atsumu,” you giggled. “I’m glad I met you, ythough. It’s nice getting this off my chance. I really appreciate you, you’re not so bad.”

“(F/N), are you still here?” A voice approached from the entryway. You knew who it was, feeling the slight jolt down your spine every time he spoke. “Have you seen Miya-san around? I can’t seem to--oh, he’s here.” The last statement took a slight edge to it, something you weren’t used to hearing from him unless he was really upset.

“Ah, Tetsu,” you started, feeling the temperature rise a couple degrees to something a bit uncomfortable. “Yeah, Atsumu’s here, he’s been keeping me company. Don’t tell me you’re stealing him away from me.”

You swore you could hear him huff. “Bokuto was trying to find him to see when he was ready to leave. But it seems you two have gotten cozy with each other. I’ll let you two carry on.”

"Ah nah, it's getting pretty late," the younger man sighed, backing away, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I'll grab Bokuto and get to the room. Maybe we'll see you tomorrow before we have to head back."

"Yeah, I hope so," you nodded. "Here, let me walk you out."

Exiting the kitchen, you saw Bokuto standing around the door, a smile springing on his face when he saw you. "Hey hey hey! Did you have fun with Tsum-Tsum here?"

"Bokkun, I told ya not to call me that around other people, come on now," Atsumu frowned, crossing his arms. "And I think so, (L/n)-chan here is a delight. I'm glad we get along so well."

Chuckling, you nudged his ribs, and he wrapped an arm around you, messing with your hair. “Yup, Atsumu and I are thick as thieves now.”

You didn’t need to turn around to sense an intense glare at you two coming from Kuroo. You could see it in the way Bokuto’s face slightly twisted as he grabbed Atsumu’s arm and pulled him away, saying “Well, we best be getting on now. Have a good night everyone. Hopefully we’ll see you soon.”

Bidding them a farewell, the rest of you stood around for a moment in awkward silence, before Kenma asked Akaashi to help him out with something, leaving you frozen under Kuroo’s hard stare, his arms crossed. Taking a silent breath, you gripped your wrist, unsure of what to expect next.

“You seemed pretty close with Atsumu, considering you two just met,” he all but hissed out.

Your eyebrows slightly drew together, eyes narrowing at his comment. “Yeah, I made sure to know he’s welcome in the group. He’s a pretty nice guy to be around. Why?”

“Oh, nothing. Just kind of weird.”

Shifting your weight onto one leg, you crossed your arms, your eyebrows furrowing. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Chibi-chan,” he smirked, but his tone was nothing but full of edge. “You normally don’t jump to the first guy who shows you attention.”

“Excuse me?!” Your voice level raised a few decibels, disbelief in what you were hearing. “I was not ‘jumping’ on him. We happened to talk a bit.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” he scoffed. “He seemed to cling to you.”

“And is that so wrong?”

“He has a thing for you, can’t you see?” Exasperation seeped in his voice.

You rolled your eyes. “Wow, is that so bad that he does? Besides, we just met, it’s not like--”

“Do you have a thing for him?” Kuroo cut in, his stare piercing right into you.

Pausing, you took a moment to try to understand this line of questioning. “W-Why does it matter to you?”

He shook his head in what seemed to be in disbelief, bringing a hand to his forehead, and sighing out. “You know, (F/n), you can be really heartless sometimes.”

“Heartless?! You’re the one who kissed me back, even though you have feelings for another girl!” You were fuming. What on earth was he getting agitated for, and why did he drag you into his tantrum? You turned your back to him, grabbing your stuff and opening the door out. You tuned out the voices from inside calling your name, pleading you to stay, but you were not having it. You slammed the door behind you, marching in the direction towards your apartment.

~~~~~ Kuroo ~~~~~~ Standing in the same spot, he stared after the door, the bitter feeling of jealousy slowly ebbing, giving way to remorse. Why did he let his anger cloud his judgment? He’d gone and fucked things up now, she would hate him. He dropped his gaze towards the floor, bringing his hands to his face, his fingers digging into his scalp. Breathing heavily, he clenched a fist, turning towards Akaashi and Kenma. They exchanged looks with each other, looking back at him.

“Kuro,” Kenma broke the silence. “Listen, it’s--”

“I fucked it up. I fucked it all up. She’s going to hate me now,” Kuroo muttered.

Akaashi stepped forward, placing a hand on his shoulder to get his attention. “Listen, Kuroo-san. You really are a pain in the ass…”

“Thanks, but now’s not the--”

The younger man held up a hand, motioning for silence. “...but you’ve a heart of gold. And (f/n)-san knows this. She wouldn’t hate you after one intense argument, that’s not how she is.”

Starting to become distraught, he shook his head. “I don’t want to be like my parents. I-I can’t lose her, too. She’s been there for me. I just can't believe I let her see that side of me.”

“What, that you’re jealous? Listen, if you tell her how you feel, I’m sure it’ll clear up things,” Akaashi insisted.

“I don’t think I can tell her like this.”

Kenma, doing the most unexpected thing, set down his game, walked over to Kuroo and looked him in the eyes, fully gaining the latter’s attention. “Kuro, listen. I don’t normally spill her secrets, but this is probably the one time I will: (F/n) has been in love with you for such a long time. She knows you pretty much everything about you, and she still loves you. She would still forgive you, if you hurry and apologize about what an ass you’ve been.”

Akaashi and Kuroo just stared at Kenma, speechless. Akaashi cleared his throat. “Yeah, what he said. Run over to her and spill your feelings. Don’t worry about anything, just let it all out.”

“I got you a ride to get you back there. You can probably make it before she does if you hurry,” Kenma piped in, smirking, “go and grovel before her.”

Kuroo opened his mouth to say something, but he was immediately shoved out the door and told to get in the car. The rest of the ride was a blur, thoughts racing in his head, heart pounding in his chest. God, he wanted to make this work. He’d never seen her so angry at him, she’d never stormed off like this. Seeing the pain in her eyes just upset him to the core, but jealousy was a cruel mistress, only wanting to wound. He should have stopped, he should have just let it go.

“Your stop.”

The driver’s voice snapped Kuroo out of his spiral. “Oh, uh, thank you, is there--”

“Don’t worry, you’re deep in your troubles. Just make sure she accepts your apology.”

Kuroo nodded, feeling the pressure. He quickly stepped out of the car, thanking the driver, and ran up the stairs to her apartment. Seeing the lights out, he realized she hadn’t arrived home yet, so he waited outside, not wanting to enter her home with the spare key, feeling like he couldn’t enter her place.

~~~~ Y/N ~~~~~

You saw a figure stand at your door, startling you, since it was dark. “Hey, you there, what are you doing?”

“Chibi-chan, it’s me.”

Hearing that voice, a swarm of emotions you thought you had pushed down on your walk here threatened to overwhelm you. “I don’t want to see you.”

“Please, hear me out.” His tone was pleading, desperate, and painful for you to hear.

You hiked up the stairs, rushing over to feel his face. “Tetsu, you’re cold! How long have you been waiting here?! Oh, nevermind, get inside.” You fumbled for your keys, opening the door, and dragged him inside. “God, why were you waiting for me out there?”

“I have to come and apologize. Please hear me out.”

Sighing, you motioned for him to sit down on the couch. “Alright, fine. Lay it on me.”

Kuroo sat down, hunched over, seemingly biting the inside of his lip. He sighed, lifting his head, his gaze meeting yours, which still made you catch your breath. “(F/n), listen. I’m so sorry for what happened back there. It’s not my place at all, but I just… I kind of snapped. All those years of being on the sidelines, seeing you with others…it all came flooding back. I thought I had the chance of letting you know how I felt, but seeing you settling in with Miya...it just stoked my jealousy. And, without really considering anything, I just lashed out on you.”

You held up a hand, pausing his words. “Wait, telling me how you felt? What do you mean?” Your heart picked up its pace again, not caring about getting its hopes up for naught. He expelled a short breath through his nose, almost in disbelief, standing up over you. “What, you don’t know? Do you need me to spell it out for you? Fine, damn it, Chibi-chan--I love you. I always have, and probably always will. It’s always been you, since pretty much the day we met in middle school. But I never did anything because it was you, me, and Kenma, and I didn’t want to ruin anything.” He gently grabbed your hand, bringing it up to his face, his lips touching the back of your hand, ever so lightly, before continuing. “There wasn’t another girl, it was you. No matter how much I tried getting over you, I couldn’t remove you from my brain.” Noticing how silent you went, he stopped in his tracks, lowering your hand, still holding it. “Chibi-chan? Please say something.” His voice had softened, uncertainty coloring his tone.

Stunned, you just stared up at Kuroo, words failing you in that moment. Here he was, admitting his love for you, the moment that you had yearned for years. The floodgates opened, and, without thinking, you placed your hands on his face and pulled him in for a kiss. The moment his lips touched yours, his arms slid around your, one hand gripping your waist, the other snaked around the back of your head, his fingers running through your hair. Your own hands slid down, wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to get as close as possible. The kiss was gentle and slow, as if you were exploring each other the way you hadn’t before. The way his lips moved against yours caused your heart to beat faster than before. It felt like it had been ages before you pulled away, coming for air.

“Does that explain at least a fraction of what I feel?” You asked, biting your lip.

Kuroo let a devilish smile creep on his face. “Oh, just a fraction. Chibi-chan, I’m a little greedy, I’m gonna need the entire thing.” He slid his hands to your hips and pulled them closer to him. “That is, if you want me to show you how I feel.” You nodded your head, to which he leaned back in, his lips capturing yours, fiercely and passionately.

This kiss held nothing back. The tip of his tongue lightly swipes at your lips, begging for entry. Opening your mouth, he explores your mouth, pressing you against him. A small gasp escapes your mouth as you feel his lips move to your jawline and neck, his teeth ever so slightly grazing against your skin.

“Chibi-chan, you sure you want to go through with this? Because there’s no way I can hold back after this point,” he groaned near your ear.

“Tetsuro, don’t you dare hold back,” you hissed, biting your lip as you felt his hand reach up to your chest to feel you through your bra. “You have no idea how much I want this.”

“Oh yeah? So naughty, I didn’t know this side of you existed,” he chuckled, bringing his lips to your neck again. “Well, then, let me treat you right.” His lips make their way back to yours, tenderly, bringing his hands around you, he lifted you up and carried you to your bedroom, gently kissing you all the while. As he reached the bed, he gently tosses you on it, before stripping off his shirt, jacket, and pants and climbing over on top of you. “I couldn’t help but notice you staring at me earlier. Like what you see?” He smirked down at you, his overly confident attitude turning you on even more. Biting your lip, you couldn’t help but admire his body.

Kuroo brought a finger to your pants, unbuttoning them and sliding them down agonizingly slowly. You started to whine and shift your hips to shake them off. You could hear him chuckle, clicking his tongue. “So needy, Chibi-chan.” His fingers traced over the top of your panties, leaving you squirming. “Let’s see how long I can go before you start begging.”

Your breath hitched, your legs rubbing together, feeling your arousal growing. You sat up and stripped your shirt off, pulling Kuroo in for a quick kiss. He pulled away enough just to let his lips brush over yours, then sank in, bringing your bottom lip in between his teeth before letting go. He pushes you down, one hand near your panties, tracing the lines and getting tantalizingly close before pulling away; his lips going to your neck, gently biting and marking his way down before reaching your breasts. “Chibi-chan, I can feel you getting so wet, and I barely even touched you.” You moaned in response, trying to lift your hips to press against his hand, but you were met with the clicking of his tongue, telling you to be patient. He wrapped his arm around your back, unclasping the bra and pushing it up, bringing his lips to one breast. His tongue swirled around, his teeth gently touching the nipple, then moving to perform the same action to the other breast. “Oh, Chibi-chan, I have such plans for you, just you wait.”

He resumed his marking of your skin down your abdomen, one finger finally looping around your panties and sliding them down. “Well, look what we have here,” he said, bringing a finger to touch the slick left on your panties. “So, so wet for me.” You whined, gripping the bed sheets, not able to stand the teasing anymore.

“T-Tetsu, please.”

“Please what, Chibi-chan? Come on, use your words.” He started rubbing a finger ever so slowly along your fold. “I want to hear you beg for what you want.”

“I-I need you to fuck my cunt. Please, with something, anything!” You whined out. “Fuck please, I need you so bad.”

He brought his head down to your sex, the devilish grin back on his face. “Hmm, what a good girl you are. See, I knew I would have you begging so soon for me.”

He wrapped his arms around your thighs, making sure you wouldn’t leave, and dragged you to his mouth, his tongue starting to lick at your clit. You cried out, the sudden touch you’ve been craving for brought you close to the edge. He kept licking against you, adjusting his arms to slowly finger you, one digit, then another. “Mmm, good girl, my Chibi-chan, so close already. It’s alright, you can cum for me.”

“F-fuck,” was all you could manage to hiss out, your breathing growing ragged. “Just like that.” You felt your orgasm build up quickly, his tongue playing you just right. Your hand quickly flew to his head and you dug your fingers through his hair. Tears started to spring forth from your eyes, your legs started shaking, and then you felt the coil snap within you, and you climaxed right there.

“That’s a good girl, there you go.” He drew out your orgasm, removing his mouth and his fingers slowly. He dragged his coated fingers across his tongue, savoring your taste. “But we’re not done yet. You got any contraceptives?” You mumbled out something about your birth control, saying it’s taken care of.

He stripped off his boxers, letting his pretty cock spring free. He pumps it slowly a couple times, before lining himself at your entrance, slightly grinding. You bring your knees up, readying yourself. “Tetsu,” you whimpered.

“Yes, Chibi-chan? What is it, baby girl, talk to me,” his look grew slightly concerned.

“I love you.” You looked away, not being able to handle his reaction after that. You heard him chuckle before feeling his hand on your cheek, coaxing you to look up at him.

“I love you so much,” he whispered, tenderly. Leaning down to kiss your lips and neck softly, he sighed against your skin, then pulled away. Gripping your thighs, he pressed the tip at your entrance, causing a small moan to escape from you. “You ready for me?”

You nodded. “More than ready.”

“Fuck, that’s all I need.” And with that, he pushed himself into you slowly, groaning at the tight feeling of your walls surrounding him. You gripped the sheets, panting out his name as he stretched you. “Damn, you’re doing so good for me, keep taking it, my pretty girl.” He kept going slowly until he bottomed out, both of you moaning out. “That’s it. Tell me when you’re ready.”

You took a moment to adjust, nodding to let him know he could continue. Muttering a curse, he pulled back and started his thrusting at a slow pace. “Fuck, Tetsu, you feel so good.”

“That’s it, take my cock. Fuck, you’re so good to me,” he praised, hiking your leg above his shoulder, trying to hit you deeper, his hips driving in to you slightly faster, kissing that sweet spot within you, sending you higher and higher. “I want you to take my cock so deep that you can’t think of anything else.”

At that last statement, you cried out, tears streaming down your face from the pleasure. You were still feeling sensitive from your first orgasm, but you were feeling your second build again. “Fuck, Tetsu, I think I’m gonna cum soon.”

Kuroo leaned over you, his breathing ragged, nearing his end, bringing a finger to tease your clit. “Oh fuck, ‘m close, too. Come for me, call out my name. God, I love you so much, you’re doing so, hngh, so well for me. Where do you want me?”

“Fuck, I need you inside me.”

“Damn it, what you do to me.” Growling at how lewd you were, he dropped your leg and worked your clit slightly faster, leaning down and growling from the sight of you beneath him. He kept thrusting as he marked your neck and shoulder, licking them to soothe you, trying to keep the pace as best he could. Wrapping your legs around him, you chanted his name, crying out your orgasm, shuddering your high came and washed over you. Throwing your head back, your walls clenched around his cock, creaming around him, to which he hissed out a curse. “Fuck, ‘m c-cumming, Chibi-chan,” he panted, before he buried your cock deep inside, feeling his cock twitch as he came inside of you.

You fell limp on the bed, while he stayed above you, still inside of you, trying to catch your breath together. You stared at the sight of Kuroo above you, a small smile forming on your lips as you brought your hand up to his face and wiped the hair out of his face, admiring his beauty like this. He smiled down at you, his panting beginning to slow down, and then he rested on top of you, his head near your face.

“Fuck, I’m so happy,” he breathed out, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I love you so much.” He then slowly pulled out, groaning at the drag, as you arched your back, moaning at the sudden emptiness, feeling the cum drip from between your legs. You scooted off the bed and tried to stand, but your legs refused to work.

Kuroo rolled out of bed, immediately scooping you up. “Here we go princess, let’s go get cleaned up.”

After you both washed up, you plopped down on the bed, Kuroo sliding in next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist. You heard him chuckle, and you gave him an inquiring look.

“I’m laughing because I don’t think Kenma meant this when he said I should grovel for your forgiveness,” Kuroo remarked. “If he asks, you tell him I got on my knees before you.”

You laughed, before leaning in to kiss him gently. “As if I’d pass up that opportunity.” You stared into his eyes, bringing a hand to his cheek, caressing it.

He brought you in close, kissing the top of your head. “I know we didn’t do this quite the right way,” he laughed, stroking your hair, “but would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

“I wonder,” you pursed your lips, pretending to think. “I guess I’ll go out with you and spare the women of the world your horrible chemistry pick-up lines.”

“Ouch, that hurts,” he replied, his hand going to his heart. “But I’m glad. I’m so happy I have you now.” He leaned in and kissed your lips sweetly.

You smiled against his lips. “Well, I’m not letting you go either. For me, it’s always been you.”

[lovely-angst]

Ohohoh secret lover? How about giyu having a secret lover AND his child has already been born. (2-3 years old maybe? giyu is 21...). Then instead of the pillars finding out themselves maybe he brings his child to a meeting because oyakata-sama wanted to meet him/her and they just freak out. Its fine if you dont want to do it i just got this idea suddenly after your post jwbsje

i like this one! thanks for sending it in!

a little messy , but plz just roll with it lololol

“Why is Tomioka-san late?” Shinobu complained as she tapped her foot on the ground impatiently. “Do you understand how rude it is to show up late to a pillar meeting?”

Sanemi scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Obviously, he has no respect for any of the demon slayer rules,” to which all of the pillars nodded in agreement—all except Mitsuri.

“Come on guys! He’s never late to the meetings I’m sure he isn’t purposefully trying to be late!” she defended, arms out in front of her as the pillars tried not to fall for her charms.

“Give it a break, Kanroji,” Iguro said from the tree, earning a pout from the love pillar.

With one soft step onto the tatami mat that would have gone unnoticed, the pillars immediately knelt into their positions as Oyakata-sama walked into view.

“I am grateful to see you this morning, my children,” he spoke softly as he gazed over the pillars with a soft smile. Turning to the side, his smile grew as he felt the presence of wife and kids as they walked quietly behind him.

“I am glad to see that you and your family are as healthy as always,” Sanemi voices clearly as Oyakata gives him a nod. “I’d hate to discuss anything but, however, it seems that Tomioka isn’t among us this morning, Oyakata-sama.”

Raising his head, Oyakata gave him a smile before turning towards the distance. “Perhaps he is just running a little late,” As if on cue, Tomioka had just arrived at the meeting, stepping into the garden grounds.

It was a surprise to see him late, but it was more surprising to see the young boy who held tightly onto Tomioka’s larger hand. The timid boy glanced around nervously before taking a step toward Tomioka, hiding behind his legs.

It was as if the young boy was looking for someone and once he locked eyes onto his friend, he dashed away excitedly.

“Kiriya!” he shouted as Kiriya carefully stepped down from the engawa before hugging the young boy. “Hibiki! I missed you!”

As the pillars watched the two young boys, Tomioka walked over toward Oyakata before offering a bow. “I apologize for being late today,” he stated respectfully as Oyakata shook his head.

“Not at all. It was my request you bring Hibiki along, he’s grown well,” Oyakata smiled at the water pillar, “I’m sure, (Name) is doing well?” Tomioka gave a nod, “Yes, I’m glad to have her.”

“I believe this is the first time Hibiki has met the pillars. Why don’t you go ahead and introduce him before we start this meeting?”

With another bow, Tomioka stood back straight before calling the young child over. “Hibiki, introduce yourself,” Tomioka said softly to the young boy as he gave him a gentle pat on the back, encouraging the boy.

Sheepishly, the boy took a step forward, playing with his hands, “Hi, my name is Tomioka Hibiki,” he said softly, but loud enough for all the pillars to hear.

Shinobu shakily brought her hand to her mouth, “T-Tomioka? Do you mean-”

“You have a child?!” Sanemi shouted in disbelief, the pillars confused out of their mind. “Since when?! And how!”

“Well, my wife and I wanted to start a family,” Tomioka stated nonchalantly as Sanemi yelled in the back about Tomioka having a secret wife.

“I’m two,” Hibiki said with a proud smile as he lifted his small hands in a peace sign, causing Mitsuri to squeal.

“Hibiki, go ahead and play with Kiriya for a bit okay? Papa will come get you when I’m done,” Tomioka stated as Hibiki gave a nod before running off.

The pillars all gasped as Tomioka referred to himself as papa. The day just kept getting weirder and weirder.  

-

“You are so cute!” Mitsuri cried as she pinched his cheeks playfully as Hibiki giggled in her hands.

“I can’t believe you’ve hidden the fact that you had a child from us for the past two years! Do you hate us or something?” Shinobu exclaimed as Tomioka just gave her a silent glance before turning back to his child, “Wow, rude.”

“Only Oyakata-sama knew about my family with my wife. Kiriya and Hibiki seem to have a close bond, perhaps its because Kiriya doesn’t have any brothers,” Tomioka explained as Mitsuri squished his cheeks once more.

“Children are so small,” Muichiro states as he watched Mitsuri interact with the young boy only for Uzui to remind him that he was still a child as well.

“Tomioka! There is a lovely lady at the gate requesting for you!” Rengoku shouts as Tomioka raised a brow before everyone followed the water pillar to the gates.

“Oh, (Name),” Tomioka’s lips curved into a smile upon seeing the woman in front of him. Hibiki glanced up before running into a sprint with his arms open wide, “Mommy!”

“His wife?!” The pillars gasped as they watched the scene unfold. They were surprised, to say the least, and it wasn’t the fact that his wife was here, but the fact that she was carrying a bundle in her arms.

Tomioka had been hiding not one, but two children this whole time. “I think I’m going to pass out from all of this,” Sanemi said from behind his hand as Mitsuri and Iguro tried to calm him down.

“What a lovely family,” Gyomei said, tearing up as he watched the family.

“He has two kids; how did he keep this a secret?” Iguro questions with narrowed eyes.

The pillars had never been so shocked before, but seeing Tomioka happy for once was a pleasant surprise to this crazy morning.