#it sometimes accidentally changes to the wrong expression and it happened to pick sans

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testing and debating if i should add an expression change on tap feature

10% of the time it randomises

[silv3rswirls]

Comforting their s/o when they cry (Ateez)

Note: Some of the members came out short than others based on the scenarios I picked for them

Tike taken: about 30 minutes/unedited

♡Seonghwa♡

Crying over an argument

You and Seonghwa were busy people. You worked part-time and went to school, while Seonghwa could often get caught up with KQ and Ateez. So, spending time together could be hard to find at times. But you made it work, mainly by trying to plan things the best you could around Seonghwa’s schedules. Most of the time it worked out, but lately, it hasn't. You just couldn’t cancel and reschedule all the important events coming up and unfortunately, your dates with Seonghwa had suffered.

That’s why both of you were standing around in the dorm bickering at the moment. Seonghwa wanted to go out with you tomorrow afternoon, but you were swamped. “Can’t you reschedule it?” He asked again, “I want to take you out.”

“I can’t” you pressed, “I really can’t miss this, I’m sorry.”

“But you keep saying that, we haven’t spent time together in weeks.” He frowned, frustration building in his voice. “Can’t you cancel? Do you just not want to spend time with him?”

“I always cancel!” You snapped, “I always reschedule so we can be together, so don’t say I don’t want to spend time with you!”

A thick silence fell between the two of you and you hadn’t even noticed your tears until Seonghwa came to brush them away. “I try really hard to accommodate you, and I don’t mind, but sometimes I just can’t, okay?”

Seonghwa wore a guilty expression as he took in your glassy eyes and stressed demeanor. “I’m sorry...do you really plan everything around me?”

You nodded, “I want nothing more than to go out with you all the time, but sometimes things are just too much, okay? I’m sorry I can’t go tomorrow-”

He hushed you, “don’t apologize, I shouldn’t be so persistent in your rescheduling.” He rubbed comforting circles on your hand as he held it, “just forget about tomorrow, let’s just enjoy the time we have together right now.”

♡Hongjoong♡

He's late for a date

Seeing you slowly descend into tears as he tried to explain why he was late hurt. He hadn’t meant to get caught up at work, but he had and your evening date had momentarily slipped his mind. Hence why he was nearly thirty minutes late. He had found you, bored on your phone as you kept up the waiting. He had swopped in with apologies and excuses, but hearing them only made you sadder than you already were. It wasn’t the first time he had forgotten, in fact, you almost expected it. It didn’t make things sting any less, so as you listened to him explain how he had gotten so caught up in work you felt the sting of tears building in your eyes, unable to hold them in as you choked back a sob.

“Don’t cry!” Hongjoong had pressed himself closer to you. It truly took him off guard, seeing as you were also so understanding of these kinds of things. “Don’t cry, I’m sorry.” It tore him up to see you crying because of him, but his heart broke when he heard you mutter than it was to be expected of him as you tried to wiggle free. His hold on you grew lax as he looked back on all the times he had done this. With a pang of guilt in his chest, he realized that he had come to expect you to accept his apologies and excuses, accidentally taking advantage of your usual kind and supportive energy.

He waits until the two of you are outside, following you to your car. “Just go home, I don’t feel like doing anything anymore.” You sniffled, fishing your keys from your bag.

He nodded but went in for another hug, wrapping his arms tight around your body and pressing his face into your shoulder. “I’ll do better” he mutters, “I promise, I’m so sorry for tonight.” Tentatively he rubs away whatever tears are left in your eyes and kisses your forehead, “text me when you get home, okay?”

You nod with a small smile, sharing one more hug before heading off.

♡Yunho♡

Crying of frustration

Yunho immediately brought you in for a hug when he noticed your frustration spilling into tears. You had been working on your schoolwork the past few hours, studying and preparing for your exams while he watched a movie beside you. You had been turning your mind over and over trying to understand the material in front of you, but every time you tried to work it out you found yourself either wrong or too lost to keep going. Frustration set in early as you tried to keep going, but as you did so your eyes clouded with tears and they escaped right as Yunho came back with a snack for the of you.

“Awe, baby don’t cry” he cooed, arms tight around you as he pulled you away from your work. He could understand being so overwhelmed and frustrated, but seeing your break down into tears over it tugged his heartstrings harder. “It’s okay, just take a break.” He squeezes you tight, almost like he was trying to squeeze your frustration away. He made you take a long break, have some water, and a snack to relax. In the end, he sat by your side and helped you through it, a bit lost as well but eager to help you. He keeps his arm around you the whole time.

♡Yeosang♡

A pet passes away

Yeosang had no idea what to do when you tearfully explained how your beloved family pet had passed away the previous day. You had come to him with teary eyes but as you explained the situation further you broke down to full sobs. His eyes grew wide as you broke down, understandably so. “I’m sorry” he spoke softly, taking your hand gently and guiding you to sit down. Losing a pet could be so painful, he just wanted to take all your pain away.

He knew he couldn’t just make it disappear, so he let you get it all out on his shoulder. Rubbing your back and handing you tissues. Yeosang wants to be there for you all he can, despite being a little jumbled and awkward with his actions at times. He makes sure you cuddle up close with him, petting through your hair and reminding you of all the good memories with your pet. He wants you to smile back on all the good things.

♡San♡

Watching a sad movie

With a storm raining outside, you and San had chosen to settle down for the evening with a movie. Cuddled under a blanket with snacks and light conversations as the movie San picked at random ran through its time. You had liked the movie at first, a kind of coming-of-age film as it slowly went through the main character’s life with her friends and family.

It was towards the end where you found your face heating up with tears. The main character was reminiscing in her old age of her youth and all the people that impacted her life, focusing heavily on one of her childhood friends that she had a falling out with. They had never spoken again, going separate ways in life seemingly not missing the other. It ripped at your heartstrings a bit too personally as you were only reminded of an old friend you had drifted from. As the credits rolled and you sat with old memories you could feel your shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

“Baby?” San was caught off guard to find you crying. You explained how close to home it had hit you, and San scrambled to change it to something happier to take your mind off of it. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have picked a sad one.” He frowned, holding on to your tightly. Even long after your tears stopped he keeps you in his arms, cuddling and talking sweetly with you for the rest of the night.

♡Mingi♡

Overwhelmed

Mingi’s go-to had been to scoop you up in a bear hug. He knew with just how hard you had begun to break down that it wasn’t just over breaking a glass. He listened to you desperately try to explain how it was so much more than the glass, how hard you had been trying to hold everything in the past month or so. He clings to you for the rest of the day, encouraging you to let everything out and cry as long and hard as you need to. He’ll be there for you through it all.

“Come to me whenever you need.” He assures you that it’s okay, he wants to hear about all your worries and frustrations. The both of you lay down, cuddling as you recount how emotionally blocked you had been. Talking away all the big worries on your mind as Mingi listened to every word. He keeps his arms tight around you.

♡Wooyoung♡

Not knowing why

Wooyoung had come home excited to see you after a long day. He had many things stored away to tell you about, questions about your day, about your next date, anything that had come to mind during the day. Eagerly he found you in bed, the big smile on his face slowly fading as he noticed your quiet crying. He tones his energy down and sits beside you. Carefully he runs a hand over your back, catching your attention as you turn over to face him. “What happened?”

You shake your head, “I don’t know...I just needed to cry I guess.” You seem upset, unable to figure out exactly why or what you were crying over. Seeing your boyfriend’s brow knit in confusion and a small pout taking his lips only made you cry more. You had buried your face into his thigh, but Wooyoung wasted no time crawling under the covers with you. “It’s okay” he soothes, an arm around your waist as the other rubs away your tears, poking and pinching at your cheek in an attempt to get you to smile. “Sometimes we just need to cry, it’s okay.”

♡Jungho♡

Stress

“Everything’s fine, I’m here.”

Jongho had been with you when you began to break down. He was sitting on the sofa of your place as you pace around, on the phone with work as major changes were taking place. Watching you frantically scribble down dates and notes, anyone could easily tell how stressed you were getting.

When you finally hung up, standing over the table quietly and playing with your pen he got up to check on things. He found you rereading everything you hastily scribbled down, chewing your lip as you tried not to start crying. Between school and work, you were feeling nothing but stress and worry over how things would turn out in the coming days.

“I-I’m sorry” you hiccuped, rubbing your eyes. Jongho hadn’t known what to do at first, but he’s quick to let you wrap your arms around him and try to compose yourself. He strokes your hair, again muttering that it was okay to cry on his shoulder like this. “We’ll figure it out together, okay?” He keeps an eye on you even when you break away and takes a few deep breaths.

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San let out a small cooing sound as he watched the baby in his arms gobble down the milk in his bottle at an increasingly fast speed. Gently, he pulled the bottle away to give the infant time to swallow what he had without having any sort of accidents occur. The baby, not appreciating having his dinner taken away from him, let out a displeased squeal, fist raising up in the air while his legs began to kick out in frustration. Chuckling softly, San adjusted him so he wouldn't accidentally drop him or the bottle, the latter which would probably conclude in the child throwing a full blown tantrum.

"There there. I know you're a little glutton, but I can't let you drink all the milk in one go. I'm still traumatized from the time it all went to your lungs."

Whimpering softly, the boy's fist relaxed and began to clasp and unclasp itself as it tried to reach for the bottle. With a small pout forming on his face, San gave in and once again placed the rubber sucker near his son's mouth, which immediately opened and began gurgling down the lactose contents in the bottle. Withing seconds, the baby finished his meal. Holding him up, San began to pat him on the back, a satisfied smile on his face when his son emitted the faintest burp out of his throat.

"Ok, you're fed, your diaper was changed 15 minutes ago, am I missing something?"

The baby remained quiet as usual, unable to yet respond to his father's inquiry.

"I'll take that as a no then."

Kissing the top of his head and nuzzling his nose against the baby's, San moved over to where the crib was, ready to put the baby inside it so he could sleep. He carefully layed him down and pulled the blue Eeyore blanket Yeosang had gotten for him. Grabbing one of the tiny stuffed plushies, San tucked it under the baby's arm.

"Now you have a sleeping buddy."

Looking at the plush with a grimace, the baby threw the plush rather hard, hitting San on the side of his face.

"Damn son. A simple I don't like it would have sufficed."

He looked around, searching for something that he would like, but unlike himself who adored any plushie, his son was rather picky about his sleeping companions. As he was bending down to look in the treasure chest containing all his toys, he immediately shot up when he heard the baby let out a tiny shriek, nearly tripping on himself as he went to inspect what was the problem. San blinked slowly as the baby currently had his arms latched around Byeol's neck, rubbing his cheek on the top of her furry head, mouth opening up in a squealing giggle when her ears tickled along his nose. The siamese seemed completely unbothered by this, her eyes closing as her paw rested on the infant's tummy, a soft and low purr barely audible unless one payed close attention. Scratching under her chin, San smiled down at the heart fluttering image.

"Thank you for taking over babygirl."

After she let out a tiny meow, San now made his way out of the nursery to go into the adjoining room next to it, making sure to leave the door cracked open a little in case anything happened. He made so little noise as he entered the bedroom that his wife didn't even notice him as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, her hands poking around her belly area, a dissatisfied look on her face. San breathed out a disheartened sigh through his nose as he knew very well what was probably going through her mind. Slowly he came up behind her, startling her when he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Hey beautiful." He greeted her with a kiss to her temple, a light giggle coming out from him.

Forcing a small smile onto her face, she gently moved his hands away from where they were, looking down embarrassingly.

"Let's go to sleep."

Saying those 4 words, Y/N crossed her arms protectively across her chest. Getting into the bed, she layed on her side, facing away from San yet again as she had been doing the past few days. Laying next to her, he scooted his body closer to hers. When she tried to shrink away from his touch, he merely pulled her against him, fingers brushing some of her fallen hair out of her shoulder. His lips began to pepper tiny butterfly kisses across her bare skin, starting from the top of her shoulder and working his way to her neck. Y/N shifted slightly, all those months of not being touched like that since she got pregnant and after having the baby suddenly made her aware how needy she was, how much she craved for San to touch her, hold her, fill her up once again.

But when he moved his hand back towards her stomach, she felt self conscious and pulled away from him.

"San .....please don't." She pleaded at him, her eyes already brimming with tears.

Shocked by her refusal, San sat up.

"Darling what's wrong? Please tell me." He asked her.

Y/N let out a tiny huff.

"Just forget about it....it's stupid anyways."

Frowning slightly, San reached a hand out to stroke his wife's cheek. His stroke was extremely delicate, as if he was caressing a fragile and valuable vessel that could break at any moment. In a way, that's what Y/N was to him.

"Is it cause you don't love your body? Are you self conscious after having the baby?"

Whipping her head around, she wiped some of the fallen tears off her eyes.

"How did you..?"

"I'm not dumb or oblivious Y/N. I see the way you look at yourself in the mirror sometimes." He answered her.

Feeling even worse, Y/N sank back down on the bed, lip quivering in an attempt to stop herself from crying.

"I'm fat and ugly aren't I?"

Hearing her talk about herself with such disdainful comments broke San's heart. Moving himself so he was hovering above her body, he cupped both of her cheeks and looked her straight in the eye.

"You're not fat and you're certainly not ugly. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life and will ever see. And I'm sorry that I failed in not letting you believe that..."

Stooping his face down, he captured her lips in a yearning kiss that had both of their hearts fluttering like the first time they had ever kissed each other. San did not pull away for a long time and when he did, it was only to peck her lips a couple times as he pressed his forehead against hers.

"So let me do that right now."

As he began to kiss along her jawline, Y/N tilted her head back and ran her fingers through his hair.

"San-Sannie? Could you please turn off the light though?" She hesitantly asked.

Letting out a smug laugh, San pushed himself up so he could pull the blankets off their bodies.

"Sorry darling. Tonight I want to see all of you with no covers and in full light. Let me see your entire beauty."

San's hands worked quickly to remove all the articles of clothing that covered Y/N's body. Once her panties were discarded onto the pile on the floor, he looked back at his wife and took in the sight of her naked. Harshly sucking in a breath, he bit down on his lower lip and released a low moan.

"Fuck it's been way too long. Far too long if you ask me."

Tilting her head to allow him easier access, Y/N was already melting from San's kisses across her neck. His hands were already groping down on her breasts, feeling squishier and more tender due to all the milk they had been producing since pregnancy. As soon as his thumbs began tweaking at her nipples, she arched her back and stifled back a whimper, but San's ears still caught it.

"They're really sensitive aren't they love?" His eyes looked up at her as his tongue teasingly swiped across one of her sensitive buds.

Y/N's head nodded in a needy way. Her hands cupped San's chin to press his face against her chest, her swollen breast nearly smothering him. Letting out a heavy groan, San squished her boobs together, watching them jiggle against each other. He'd release them to watch as they bounced against her body before picking them up again.

"Fucking hell, they got so damn huge." He licked his lips.

Taking hold of his hands, Y/N guided his movements so he could massage them as she wanted him to. As Y/N looked up at her husband, she felt shy about what she was about for ask him to do. Seeing her bite down on her lip, San knew there was something on her mind. Bending over to kiss along the sides of her neck, his warm breath ghosted near her ear.

"Tell me what you want babygirl, I want to fulfill your desires." His voice lowered significantly, making her pool even more in between her thighs.

"Sannie...please suck my tits."

Pulling back, he looked at her with a worried expression, no doubt wondering if it would be ok. Pecking his lips, she began to calm his worries.

"It'll be fine, just please, wanna feel your mouth around them."

Not needing any further coercion, San dipped his face and buried his face in her breasts. First paying attention to one, he began kissing it as the other hands fondled the other one. Slowly he opened his mouth and latched it down onto her nipple, giving it an experimental suckle before going any further. Noticing the way she inhaled deeply and pushed her chest more outwards, he then took more of her of in his mouth. Relaxing his jaw, he continued a pattern of flicking and swiping his tongue around her areolas before gripping in his palms and fingertips as sucking sounds come out of his mouth. Soon enough, he felt a thin, watery liquid start to come out of her. Y/N couldn't help but giggle as her husband moaned out an 'oh my god' before his mouth began pumping more of her breast milk out of her body. His oral ministrations on her nipple became more languidly as he was savoring the sweet fluid that he gulped down his throat. Not just San, Y/N's breathing became more ragged and she felt more aroused than she wanted to admit.

"Sannie, don't forget to pay attention to the other one." She reminded as she petted his hair.

Switching over to the other side, this time the latching of his lips was more sloppy and his suckling more desperate. It seemed he couldn't get enough of her milk. Muffled grunts and moans could be heard whenever he gave a particular long suck at her skin. He never imagined that feeding on Y/N's lactating milk could turn him on so much. Releasing her nipple with a loud popping sound, he panted as some of the white liquid trickled down his chin.

"Now I understand why our son is always hungry."

They both couldn't help but laugh softly at his cute little joke. Even as he began peppering kisses down her sternum to her stomach, he was still a giggling mess. Once he got to her lower abdomen, he took his time to trace each and every stretch mark that adorned it. Although he knew she hated them, he thought they were remarkably beautiful, even more so since he knew how she got them. He made sure to kiss all around that part of her body with tenderness and adoration.

"I don't know why you hide them. They're gorgeous...."

Pausing, he looked back up at her, a light twinkle in his eyes as he smiled fondly to her.

"You're gorgeous. Absolutely stunning."

Blushing intensely, Y/N couldn't help but hide her face with her hands

"Really?" She piped out.

Stooping down once again, San dragged his mouth along her hips bones.

"Yes. Even more so now. I still can't believe that you actually carried our son in here, I'm still amazed you did. And these scars..."

Tracing along the lines, he couldn't keep the stupid grin off his face.

"Are a reminder that you did. And everytime I see them, I'll remember all those months of waiting and taking care of you until you gave me the greatest present you could give me. Thank you love."

Feeling overcome with emotions, Y/N couldn't help but let tears fall down her cheeks at her husband's words. Not yet finished with his praises, San now began kissing up her inner thighs, teeth grazing along the most sensitive parts of her skin.

"You have no idea how crazy I am about you. Even after all this time, I still want you like the first day I saw you. Hell I think I desire you even more now than back then love. I go insane every time I look at you. I can't believe you're all mine."

Pushing her legs up, his hands firmly gripped the back of her thighs as his face began to dive into her glistening cavern.

"All mine."

Y/N couldn't keep her body from jolting up when San's tongue licked up her folds. Every swipe of his tongue along her slit had her toes curling. She couldn't remember the last time he had eaten her out this way. She couldn't help but buck her hips up against his face whenever his mouth opened and closed over her clit, the humming sounds he was making sending waves of shock up her body. San didn't mind at all when her fingers began to harshly tug at his hair, it only made him smile in satisfaction against her mound. By the way her thighs were trying to close around his head, he knew she was definitely enjoying herself. The lewd whimpering she was releasing was further indication that she was about to spill herself onto him at any moment and although San would have loved nothing more than to have her cum all over his face, he really preferred something else right now.

With great effort, he detached his mouth from her core, chuckling in a teasing manner when Y/N's mouth dropped open, looking somewhat pissed by the fact he denied her the much anticipated orgasm she hadn't felt in a long time. Pulling his shirt over his head, San licked his lips and winked at the woman underneath him, whose eyes sprang up when he rid himself of his bottoms and his erect cock sprang free.

"Missed this darling?"

He teased her as he ran the head along her folds, coating it with her slick to act as extra lubrication for them. Propping herself up on her elbows to get a better view of him pushing inside her, both of them spewed out hisses and small mutters when his member was fully sheathed inside her walls.

"Ok hold on....give me a second....fuck! It's been way too long."

Y/N could only let out a groan in agreement to his words. Once they both settled down, San began a rather tame and mellow pace, pulling out completely before stuffing himself back inside her. Her legs were already trembling everytime he pushed back in, his tip rubbing against her g-spot due to the way he angled his hips upwards. His fingers were harshly digging into her thighs, surely about to leave tiny purple marks on the days to come. Y/N's hands reached upwards to grip on San's forearms as she looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"Sannie...please... faster."

Halting his movements briefly, San took hold of her legs and wrapped them around his waist, a sinister smile on his face.

"Don't say you didn't ask for it."

Her breath got caught in her throat when he began slamming his hips against hers, back arching and breasts bouncing with every thrust he was making. San felt like he was in heaven once more, feeling his lover clench around his length as the two became connected as one yet again. He missed the euphoric feeling of both giving and receiving such an overwhelming pleasure. He couldn't contain the heavy panting coming out of his mouth although he tried to keep his voice down so as to not wake up the baby sleeping in the next room. Thumb reaching down, he began to circle it around Y/N's pink nub, making her flinch and tremble at the added sensation.

"San! I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that!" She warned him.

"Oh? Yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock? Make a mess all over me?"

Throwing her head back into the pillow, Y/N shut her eyes tightly, mouth struggling to stifle back whimpered shrieks as San hit harder and deeper in her.

"San- don't t-tease me.." She said through tear stained eyes.

"Trust me I'm not love. Just wanna make you feel good, have you cum all over me and then spill my load into you."

Growling softly, he placed his hand on top of her stomach, gently caressing it with his fingers as he looked down at his partner.

"Gonna cum inside you once more love. Gonna fill this pussy up with my seed and get you knocked up again. Would you like that?"

"Oh my-" Y/N clutched at the sheets underneath her, feeling herself on the brink of toppling over the edge due to his dirty talk.

"Yeah you want that? I'll make sure you're pregnant again. Looking all pretty and cute with a swollen belly once again. Carrying another child of mine. Fuck!"

Unable to hold back anymore, San frantically plunged himself deeper in her walls quickly sending them both over the edge at the same time. Y/N's legs quivered and her body shook uncontrollably as the long forgotten feeling of a high took over her completely. San couldn't help but chant out a series of 'oh my gods' as his hips sputtered and he coated her pussy with his cum that gushed out and filled her to the brim, some of it spurting out as he continued to move inside her, helping them both ride out their orgasms.

Movements getting slower until stopping completely, San leaned down to kiss Y/N once again, fervently and passionately.

"I love you so much." He declared, a wide smile sprawling across his handsome face.

"I know....I love you too San."

San kissed her forehead before rolling over and pulling her on top of him.

"You're absolutely perfect darling. Don't ever forget that." He complimented her.

Although she felt embarrased and shy at his words, she played it off with a light scoff and roll of her eyes.

"Are you just saying that so that I'll agree to another round?" She raised an eyebrow.

"I mean...... I'm not saying no...and we do have all night." He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"He might wake up at any moment now." She nudged her head towards the direction of the nursery.

"Oh don't worry about him, Byeol's taking over night shift tonight."

Y/N let out a squeak when San sat up and positioned her on top of his cock before sliding her down on it.

"And I'm not done with making love to the most beautiful woman in the world."

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[akaluan]

Kisuke's wings are an aberration in that they don't seem to exist.  Yet he can absolutely still fly and it confuses the hell out of people.  What is actually happening is his wings are made of energy that isn't normally visible to humans/shinigami but hollows can see it.  Ichigo also ends up being able to see them. And is therefore very confused when people tell him Kisuke has no wings.

-- prompt from Discord user Yuurei

---

There’s something bothering Rukia.

Ichigo casts her a sidelong look as they leave the Urahara Shoten, wondering what about the place — or the residents — has gotten under her skin. This isn’t the first time she’s returned from the Urahara Shoten with a crease between her brows and her delicate, ice-pale wings tucked tight against her back, but he still has no idea what she’s reacting to.

Sure, Hat’n’Clogs is an oddball and the definition of shady, but the man doesn’t seem to be lying to them about anything: avoiding the entire truth, yes, but Ichigo hardly expects honesty out of a man like that.

(Urahara seems the sort to have a past, and Ichigo’s seen what that does to a person.)

(So long as the man doesn’t betray them, Ichigo doesn’t care.)

Rukia catches his glance and huffs, crossing her arms over her chest and muttering, “I’ll tell you when we get home.”

“Alright,” Ichigo agrees easily, not in any rush to force Rukia to speak of whatever’s been bothering her; it hasn’t affected their work so far, so he’s content with not knowing.

(Even if it’s driving him to distraction trying to figure out what’s wrong.)

Still, it doesn’t take long for them to get home and head up to his room, where Rukia immediately hurls herself down on his bed and props her chin on her crossed arms. Her delicate wings flutter and then still, and she grimaces a bit as she slants a glance at him and says, “I don’t know how you can just… just not react to Urahara-san.”

Ichigo blinks in surprise, then tugs the chair out from under his desk and straddles it, crossing his arms over the back and resting his chin atop them. “Not sure what you mean,” he tells her honestly. “I react to Hat’n’Clogs being… *Hat’n’Clogs* every time we go there. It’s hard not to, you know?”

Rukia scowls at him. “I mean his lack of wings!”

“His— what?” Ichigo pauses to digest Rukia’s words, wondering what the hell is up that she can’t see Urahara’s frankly gigantic wings. The man doesn’t even attempt to hide them, with the way he constantly rustles and flares and gestures with them as he talks; in fact, Urahara’s wings are a better judge of his mood and honesty than anything *else* about him, which is…

Well, now that Ichigo thinks about it, it’s a bit weird, isn’t it?

In Ichigo’s experience, the shadier a person, the better control they tend to have over their wings. Urahara though is like… like Yuzu, almost, without any real filter between his mind and his wing motions. Between that and the way Urahara’s wings ripple with color as he talks, Ichigo’s been feeling pretty confident on his read of the man lately.

“Do you— doesn’t everyone have wings?” Rukia asks as she sits up a bit. “All the humans I’ve seen so far do!”

Ichigo stares at her for a moment, then slowly asks, “You really don’t see any wings on his back?”

“No!” Rukia exclaims, then narrows her eyes at him and asks, “Wait, you see wings on him?”

“Yeah, I just… thought his whole ‘I’m a shady shopkeeper, look at me’ routine was bothering you,” Ichigo admits a touch wryly. “The disconnect between the words he’s speaking and what his wings are saying can be jarring until you get used to reading him.”

Rukia gapes at him in shock, then tumbles off his bed and darts over to latch onto his arm, practically yanking him out of his chair as she marches towards the door. “Come on,” she demands as she pulls him out of his room. “We’re going back to the shoten and figuring out what’s going on right now.”

“I don’t think—” Ichigo cuts himself off with a sigh and lengthens his stride to catch back up to her, knowing he’s not going to be able to talk her out of anything when she’s in a mood like this. He gives Yuzu a sheepish smile and a wave as they cross the main room and go right back outside.

(He just hopes Urahara doesn’t take offense at anything that’s about to happen.)

(It’s hard to tell with the man sometimes, even with the tells that his wings give off.)

Rukia pulls him to a stop the instant they come within sight of the shoten, and Ichigo immediately sees why: Urahara is outside talking with Jinta, his back to them and his wings partially flared for balance. He seems in a relatively good mood, Ichigo judges as he takes in the crimson feathers laced with gold. There’s no sign of any of the colors Ichigo’s learned to be wary of, though there’s no telling how long that will last.

“Do you really see wings on him?” Rukia hisses at Ichigo.

“Yeah. You don’t?” Ichigo gives Hat’n’Clogs a thoughtful look, trying to figure out if Urahara’s wings are some sort of… who knows. Illusion, maybe?

(But why an illusion that only Ichigo can see?)

(Or maybe that only Ichigo can see through?)

(… no, that makes even less sense.)

“No!” Rukia grumbles as she leans closer, her eyes narrowed and her attention honed down to a laser focus that Ichigo… actually sort of feels sorry about.

If there really is something weird going on with the man’s wings, Ichigo kind of regrets bringing attention to it; he knows what it’s like to be singled out for something he can’t — won’t — change about himself, and he honestly wouldn’t wish that sort of attention on anyone.

Hat’n’Clogs notices them quickly, his wings closing tight against his back as he rises to his feet and turns to greet them. “Maa, the two of you are back sooner than I expected. Do you need anything else?”

Ichigo eyes the way Urahara’s wings are twitching and the spots of blue-violet that are creeping in across the crimson, then clamps a hand on Rukia’s shoulder and says, “Nah, we were just out for a walk,” despite the offended hiss that Rukia aims at him.

Acid green blooms across Urahara’s wings, though the man’s expression doesn���t betray whatever emotion he’s feeling; a variant on surprise, Ichigo suspects, though he’s not quite sure what exactly acid green might indicate.

(He’s already discarded any preconceptions he has about what colors mean what emotions.)

(Urahara just doesn’t fit into any neat box no matter how Ichigo considers him.)

(Which is perfectly fine, he didn’t really expect the man to, but it still means he’s feeling his way through the dark.)

(Well, he’ll learn.)

“Ah, well, if you do end up needing anything…” Hat’n’Clogs says leadingly, his gaze lingering on Rukia for a moment before sliding back to Ichigo; it’s clear he’s expecting them to say something about his wings — is expecting them to comment on his wings — and that just makes Ichigo all the more intent on not.

“We’ll keep it in mind,” Ichigo declares before Rukia can speak up, then pinches her shoulder just in case.

“Ichigo!” Rukia yelps with a scowl, swatting at his arm.

Ichigo snorts and jerks his head in the direction of home. “Come on, dinner’s about ready,” he says mildly. “You wouldn’t want to make Yuzu sad by missing it, would you?”

Rukia’s scowl deepens and she wavers for a moment, casting a confused look at Hat’n’Clogs, before she gives in with a sigh and pushes past him. “Fine,” she mutters. “But we’re talking about this later.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ichigo says with a shrug, already expecting a long, rambling lecture from her about… whatever it is he’s stumbled across this time. Not that he particularly minds; it’s interesting to try and piece together what Soul Society is like from the hints she accidentally drops during each one. So far, he’s picked up on a rather telling divide between the noble houses and the average Shinigami, along with some disturbing hints on how loosely regulated the Divisions are, and a whole host of other tiny details that he’s pretty sure Rukia has no idea she’s giving away.

He’s pretty sure this will reveal a whole new array of details about how Shinigami feel about an individual’s wings, which will give him some idea on how they’ll expect him to act if he ever meets other Shinigami.

Still… it’s strange that she can’t see Urahara’s wings; maybe he’ll ask his friends, see what they say about it.

(The mystery kind of suits the man, if Ichigo’s being honest.)

(Who knew there were invisible wings out in the world?)

(Weird.)

[nightofthemeteor]

Falconry/Bonsai

(Also here on AO3)

“Tobirama, can you come help me with something?”

“What?” came the disgruntled answer from down the hall.

Hashirama stuck his head out the door. “I need you to take a picture for my Instagram!”

He could hear his little brother stomping down the hallway, so Hashirama returned to his table and picked up a pair of pruning shears, considering the lighting in the room and the best angle to take a photo. A moment later, Tobirama walked into the room, saw Hashirama, and immediately turned around and walked out.

“Hey! Come back!”

“No way,” said Tobirama, without turning around. “I am not taking a picture of you in your underwear.”

“I’m not in only my underwear!” Hashirama protested. “I’m wearing a shirt!” Granted, it was the shortest shirt he owned, and it did leave a substantial strip of skin bare, but still.

“Can I ask,” Tobirama said witheringly, stopped in the doorway but without turning around, “Why you’re posing for a half-naked picture to put on your gardening blog? Don’t tell me you’re that desperate for exposure.” He was forced to turn around for this last part, because he had to raise his eyebrows at Hashirama to make sure he got the double entendre.

“Very funny, Tobirama. No, it’s not for more followers.” Although that could be a nice side effect, come to think of it. “It’s a…” Hashirama knew there was a word for this, if only he could remember – “Thirst trap!” he announced, proud of himself for getting the terminology right.

Tobirama wrinkled his nose. “Please never say that again, Anija. Do I know the person you’re posting this for?”

“Nah – I just met him yesterday! I ran into him on the subway as I was bringing home this very bonsai.” Hashirama affectionately patted the pot containing his newest leafy charge, a lovely boxwood tree rescued from the back shelves of a garden store on the other side of town. “I’m telling you, Tobirama, this tree is good luck!”

“Are you out of your mind, Anija? You gave your Instagram handle to some random stranger on the subway, and now you’re posting – ” Tobirama made a vague, sort of circular gesture to encompass Hashirama’s general state of undress “ – for him to see? I’m begging you to have just a shred of common sense.”

“No, this guy is fine, I promise! I have excellent judgement about this sort of thing.” Tobirama crossed his arms and gave him a flat look that said, Your judgement is terrible and we both know it. Hashirama sighed. “If you help me, I’ll buy you that expensive, iced coffee you like,” he wheedled.

“Two coffees,” Tobirama snapped. “And when you end up with some creepy stalker, I’m not going to help you.”

“Yes! Thank you!” Hashirama shoved his phone into Tobirama’s hands before he could change his mind and struck a pose next to the boxwood, shears in hand. He’d just finished pruning the tree, in fact – this picture was to show off his handiwork with the bonsai, too. The guy on the subway - Madara, he'd said his name was - had asked about it, after all. “Is the shape of the tree still good from that angle?”

“It’s fine,” Tobirama sighed in exasperation, and then, apparently resigned to his role, added: “Maybe turn it clockwise a little.”

Hashirama complied, spending a few more seconds arranging the miniature branches. “Did you get your exam marks back yet?” he asked, to keep Tobirama occupied while he fussed with the tree.

“Just got my mark for organic chem,” his brother replied, lips pressed together in an angry pout. “One point away from perfect. I swear, that TA was just trying to find some excuse to take marks away; he was a huge asshole to me all semester, just because I pointed out his synthesis problems had more than one correct solution.”

That explained why Tobirama was even grumpier than usual. “Well, you must have done an excellent job, if this TA could only find one point to take away,” Hashirama tried, in an attempt to mollify him; Tobirama’s stony expression remained unchanged. “Plus, the year is over, so you’ll never have to deal with him again!”

That got a grudging half-smile out of Tobirama. “Yeah – at least there’s that. Are you ready, Anija? I want to get this over with.”

---

The picture was…it was…different from the majority of Hashirama’s posts. Madara had been stalking his Instagram for the past half hour – was it really stalking if the guy had given him his handle and invited him to look for updates on the bonsai he’d been carrying? Probably not, right? – Madara had been looking at his Instagram for the past half hour, and it was all innocent pictures of trees, flowers, and houseplants, meticulously cared for and clearly thriving. Occasionally, Hashirama’s smiling face appeared in the background of a photo, or his hand showed up in a close-up to showcase some clippings, but there was nothing like…that. Broad shoulders in a loosely draped shirt; smooth skin over taut muscle at his stomach; sharp hipbones leading down to –

“What are you looking at, Nii-san?”

Madara jumped, fumbled his phone, and dropped it onto his chest. “Izuna! How many times do I have to tell you to knock?”

“Oh, it was porn? Sorry,” said Izuna, sticking his face obnoxiously through the crack between Madara’s bedroom door and the wall.

“It wasn’t porn,” Madara replied reflexively, before realizing that not only was he now going to have to provide an explanation, but he sort of had been looking at porn. Almost. “It’s this guy I met yesterday,” Madara mumbled at his phone. “I'm on his Instagram.”

“You met someone?!” Izuna exclaimed in delight. Madara sighed – there was no keeping his little brother out of his business now. Sure enough, Izuna threw open his door the rest of the way and bounded over to sit next to Madara on the bed. “How did this miracle occur?”

“It was…kind of accidental.” Madara wasn’t exactly the sociable type, and he certainly didn’t strike up conversations with strangers on public transit – in fact, he usually did his best to maintain a menacing aura so that people didn’t talk to him. But yesterday, after staring for probably a solid five minutes at the impressively muscled forearms of the guy standing in front of him, Madara had realized even those muscles might get tired of holding an entire bonsai tree, and he should probably offer the guy his seat. The man had accepted the offer with a very genuine-sounding thanks, and then had proceeded to flash Madara an implausibly sunny grin, gesture to the bonsai in his lap, and say, “Trees-ed to meet you!”. The line was so terrible Madara hadn't been able to let it go without comment, and before he knew what was happening, he’d been talking to the guy for twenty minutes and had acquired his Instagram handle.

“Well, can I see a picture?” Izuna demanded.

Madara winced, rapidly weighed his options, and reluctantly unlocked his phone to show Izuna the picture he’d been looking at. Izuna, shockingly, didn’t comment on the nature of the photo, but squinted down at it and said, “Hm…I think I know that guy.”

“You do?”

“I’m pretty sure I met him on campus one time, when I was waiting for your lab to finish. He was waiting for someone too, so we chatted for a few minutes. Nice guy.”

With sudden, dawning horror, Madara asked, “Was he hitting on you?”

“No, no! Nothing like that. I think he’s just a friendly type of person.”

Well, a man who flirted with anything that moved – or worse, Izuna – would have been a crushing disappointment, but a ‘friendly type of person’ was nearly as bad. Hashirama had given him his Instagram handle and told him to watch for a post with an update on ‘his’ bonsai, and said bonsai update had included a half-naked Hashirama. Madara had nearly dared to interpret that as interest…but if Hashirama was just a ‘friendly type of person,’ Madara could have been reading the cues entirely wrong. Perhaps their conversation yesterday had just been a fun way to pass the time, and the photo was intended for somebody else.

As if reading his mind, Izuna said, “You should ask him out for drinks or something.”

“I followed his Instagram,” Madara announced, “And that is exactly the number of moves I am willing to make. I’m busy, you know – I can’t go chasing all the time like you.” Just one of many excellent reasons to save that picture for his fantasies and never meet the real person ever again.

“You just finished marking all your exams,” Izuna countered. “I know you’re not that busy. Come on, Nii-san, be reasonable: when are you ever going to get another chance like this again?”

“Thanks for that, Izuna,” Madara muttered. Who said he was even interested in dating, anyways? Relationships were messy, confusing, and time-consuming; not at all worth the hassle –

Madara’s phone buzzed. Instagram message from Hashirama: Hey, sorry if this is presumptuous, but do you want to meet up for drinks sometime?

Madara stared at his screen. Then, disbelieving, he held out the phone for Izuna to read. A stunned moment of silence, and then Izuna shrieked, “You have to go!”

Well, maybe this wasn’t quite as complicated as Madara had feared. Izuna was right; he wasn’t that busy. Pursing his lips in concentration, Madara typed out a reply.

---

Tobirama had been completely wrong, as it turned out: Madara was neither a creep nor a stalker. He was a grad student with an acerbic tongue, passionate opinions, and a lovely embarrassed blush. Hashirama had become so absorbed in the conversation he’d completely forgotten to order more drinks, which was seriously unlike him – although, since he’d made up his mind to pay for the date, it was probably for the best.

“I can’t believe I’m here,” Madara remarked abruptly, somewhere around hour three or four.

“You mean existentially?”

“Literally here, in a bar, having drinks with you,” Madara clarified. “I mean – my younger brother is convinced I’m incapable of socializing. He was probably planning to set me up with one of his friends from…art school…” He leveled a suspicious glare at Hashirama as he said these last few words. “He didn’t put you up to this, did he? What’s he paying you?”

“It wasn’t your brother,” said Hashirama seriously. “It was the bonsai.”

“The bonsai paid you to take me out for drinks?”

“The bonsai brought us together.” Hashirama raised his glass; Madara followed suit, looking a little bemused but playing along, nonetheless. “To the bonsai!” Hashirama announced. He drained his glass, surreptitiously watched the way Madara’s throat moved as he drank, and thought. Tobirama would definitely judge him for thinking it, but though Hashirama barely knew Madara, he felt an immediate connection to him. He didn’t want to lose this opportunity.

“Madara,” he said. Madara looked at him with his dark, expressive eyes, shadows from his hair falling across his face, and Hashirama bit his lip. Careful, he thought. “I really am glad you’re here, in this bar, having drinks with me.”

Madara flushed again, his cheeks and the tips of his ears turning red; Hashirama wondered if he could make Madara flush anywhere else. “I’m glad, too,” he said, low and a little shaky, as though he was unused to saying things like that.

Hashirama immediately abandoned his caution of just a moment before and said, “Do you want to get out of here? We can go to my place – my brother won’t be home.”

“Yes,” said Madara. “Yes, definitely.”

---

Hashirama had the bonsai – Madara’s bonsai, the one he’d toasted that evening – set up in pride of place in his bedroom. That should have prompted Madara to suspect Hashirama had planned for this to happen, and make him annoyed at Hashirama’s confidence. He should also have been a lot more panicked when he looked at Hashirama’s face, sleepy and content, with his previously immaculate hair tangled on the pillow, and felt a tug somewhere under his sternum. Instead, he looked at that bonsai on his way out of the room and thought, Thanks.

Hashirama’s apartment wasn’t very large, considering it housed two people, but it was still annoying to search for the bathroom in an unfamiliar place. Madara had been sure Hashirama had told him it was down the hall on the left, but now he was in the entranceway. He was about to retrace his steps and try again when he heard a key jingling in the door.

“Hey, Anija, I just came back for – ” The man in the doorway spotted Madara and froze. Madara, too, had frozen in horror, because even in the dim light he’d immediately recognized Hashirama’s brother.

“You!” yelped Senju Tobirama.

“No,” Madara said, backing up a step. “Absolutely not.”

Tobirama pointed an accusing finger at him. “I was supposed to be done with you!” he hissed. “You took off that one mark on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Oh, because you think all your solutions are perfect, do you?” He’d certainly acted that way all through that torturous organic chemistry class.

“Tobirama?” came Hashirama’s concerned voice from the hallway.

“Tell me you’re not sleeping with my TA, Anija!” Tobirama practically wailed, and suddenly, Madara’s annoyance at the appearance of his least favourite student was replaced with pure schadenfreude.

“I’m afraid he very much is,” he said, before Hashirama could reply. “So you’d better get used to seeing a lot of me.” And to his great satisfaction, he watched Hashirama’s face brighten in delight, and Tobirama’s drop in utter horror.

[fortheloveofkuroo]

HAIKYUU AU;

Part 1 Part 2

Karasuno boys are having a sleepover in your place, their Manager!

7. Hinata Shouyo

Aweee look at those adorable face TwT

I'm a huge softie for first year tbh like.. WHO DOESN'T.

You know how Hinata supposed to ride his bike trough the mountain for half an hour and nu-uh baby you don't have to do that.

He doesn't mind though, he got his trusty rain coat stored back in his bag.

BUT STILL.

You insist at having the boys staying over night in your house. Watching you and Daichi having an argument it's like watching his parents quarelling.

"What about the others with a far house? Like Hinata, huh?"

DING DING DING! You - 1, Daichi - 0.

Hinata, being the most happy-go-lucky boi he is walks to your house with the most brightest grin.

You two are basically close enough, a lot of the first years really adores you. Because of your motherly side and well, your scary sides sometimes almost scares them more than Daichi's.

But Hinata, boy he is your favorites. He's the most brightest cheerful boy you've ever met and he's just like a baby brother..

To you, at least.

"Na na (Y/n)-senpai, do you have any siblings?" He asked. You nods. "Mhm i have one. He's on junior high. He's about your height." You jokes, knowing so well that Hinata will be pissed about it. And he did, he start complaining and protesting despite the rainy weather.

God you love him so much.

After unlocking the doors, you all entered the house quickly because the weather is just getting more worse. After distributing the towel, you went to bath.

While Hinata and the others busy looking around your house.

"Woaaah.. So this is what a girl's house look like.." he accidentally blurts out his thought. "Well yeah, never see a normal house before?" Tsukishima scoffs.

"Damn it Tsukishima. Shut up!" "Hey don't talk to Tsukki like that!" Yelp Yamaguchi.

After waiting for a bit the boys finally got to shower. Some of the third years showers first so he waits. But his sharp nose picks up something. Something smells delicious. The third years are back from his bath too.

So he follows his instinct and trails the delicious aroma and he ended up in Kitchen. He was about to walk past the Kitchen but then..

His eyes- Oh my for the love of Asahi's beautiful hair. He witness someone's cornering you. He panicks. He saw the gorgeous golden karaage that's been served on the plate and quickly snatch a few of them.

Before any of you could say anything, he bowed so many times and left the kitchen at ungodly speed. Leaving both of you in awkward position.

He was munching the Kaarage only to realized that his face is still in panic state. So he went to the trusty ol' buddy. Kageyama lol.

"What happen? You run into a ghost or somethin? That's what you get for cutting the line dumb-" "Kageyama.. In the kitchen.."

Ah shoot, is he really going to tell him this?

"They were in the kitchen.. They.." But before he could explained, Kageyama already assumed first what he was going to say.. incorrectly.

"Sugawara-san is cornering (Y/n)-san.." he whispered. Maybe his whisper is a tad too loud. Someone might have heard that. Kageyama clench his towel and gets up.

Poor bby tried to stop him but gets thrown away instead. He never know what happen when Kageyama went to the Kitchen. All he want to do now is get to the hot shower and eats.

"Hinata you can go." A voice told him, it was Nishinoya. Hinata thanked him and went to bathroom. Before he can get to the bathroom, he get past the kitchen. Preparing himself to witness another 'intense moment' as he past by.

But he locks eyes with you instead. You eyes was a little gloomy. His heart suddenly got a little pinch when he see your unusual facial expression.

After showering, he went out. Fold his dirty clothes and join the others. Somehow your unusual expression gets him that hard. He hardly can focus on food when you and Sugawara served the main dish.

Of course he still talks and jokes around but you're the only one who noticed that Hinata's not as cheerful when he first enter your house.

"Um.. Due to lack of the space, one of you have to sleep with me."

As usual the two second years that are going after you fights over who's the one who gets to sleep with you.

Untill you pull Hinata from the crowds and grins.

"I choose Hinata, he's like my baby brother so i trust him!" You smiles as you hang your arms on his shoulder. Hinata cannot believe you just did but everyone strangely agrees.

"He's too dumb anyway, he won't do anything weird to (Y/n)-san." Ouch, He heard that.

You leave the door open as you prepare the mattress for him. Ofc he helps too. You two pull the mattress out and prepares it.

"Here's your pillow and blanket. Do you need anything else?" You kindly asked. Hinata shakes his head.

"Kay then, i'll turn off the lights!" Once you cut off the light, the dim room suddenly got so different. You jumped to your bed and wrap yourself in your soft fluffly blanket as you face Hinata's side.

"Hehehe, i feel like sleeping with my brother, it's somehow exciting." You chuckles. Hinata looks up, he tried to find your face in the dim room. Thanks to the moon that unexpectedly shines over you two, you both able to see each others faces.

You're surprised after seeing Hinata's face. He got that serious calm face just like when he about to take over the courts. It sometimes scares you how the loud boy can be so calm yet serious.

"Do i look like that to you, (Y/n)-senpai?" He asked. Sitting right up.

"Huh?"

"Do i really look like your baby brother?" He asked. You jokingly agrees. But when he gets up. You know he's serious now. Oh fuck.

"Did you forget that i'm a boy too?" His fast movement plus the dim room causing you to lower your guards and just in a second, he's already on top of you. Wait how?

"You know.. I saw how Suga-san cornering you like this in the kitchen earlier." He explained. Ah he did witness that.

"Don't treat me like a child, (Y/n)-san. I'm- I'm a man too!" He stated while making a manly face.

You can't help but smiles. Damn, you misunderstand him. You always thought that he just adore you because you're his senpai, turns out you're wrong. He got thus serious yet commited face. And don't forget a lil' flushed cheeks.

"I'm not a kid..." those were his last word before he falls down on your body and fall asleep.

You laughed and hugs him. Hugging him close to your chest.

"Of course you're not, Shouyou.."

8. Tsukishima Kei

Salt boi is here yall

He doesn't bother to say no when you offer him.

"Hah? No thanks. I'm not in the mood for sleepover."

But oh well you insist him to go in the end. And he does.

As expected, Tsukki didn't say much or even complained. Because he kept it inside. Pfft.

"Dang it why do i have to do this?" "i should've decline." "This is just a club, duh." "How many times i have to deal with this bunch of idiots."

"ThIs iS jUst A ClUb"

He places his shoes and went in. Leaving everyone behind and drop himself to your couch.

While everyone are looking at him with the 'what-the-fuck' face and Daichi is ready to beat his ass, but you stopped them.

"It's alright you all. Tsukki is actually visited my house a lot so he gets used to it." You explained and everyone are shooked.

Everyone asked him why did he get to visit your house. He simply shrugs "Our parents are friends with each other."

Everyone never knew that you both are actually childhood friend. Well you and his older brother is. But you consider Tsukki's your childhood friend too because he used to tag along with his older brother and play together with you. Since middle school, he often visits your home. Along with Akiteru.

No one really notice this because of your rare interaction. Sure you often scolds him and talk ti him but no interaction outside the club activity.

While the other are making a ruckus he wondered. "It's been so long after i came here. When was it? Around Junior high i guess? Well, doesn't matter."

"Tsukki! You came here a lot? How come i never know??" Yamaguchi protest. He doesn't believe that his bestfriend is actually close with anyone.

"None of your bussiness Yamaguchi." He simply shut him up and dried his blonde hair.

His eyes wander around your living room. Nothing change since his last visit. He hates to admit it but it brings so much memories.

"Nee-chan, I like you!"

He snaps out. Fuck why is he remembering that now. He takes off his glass and massaged his temple as Hinata rushing back from the kitchen.

It didn't take too long for him to figure out everything because of Hinata's loud whispering. He knows what happen between you and Sugawara in the Kitchen.

It's none of his concern. Or is it?

So he didn't think about it and left to bath. Before he able to enter the bath, you tried to stop him and offer him a clean towel for him but ofc he refuse wdy expect.

Once he shut the door close, gotta admit he kinda hate seeing Sugawara touchy touchy with you. But tch, what's his problem. It's your problem, not his. So what if you date someone from the voleyball club, right?

...Right?

He left the bath feeling a little better and less annoyed. When he's back to the living room he saw how close you are to the senpais. Deep down, it honestly irks him. But oh well.

Just when he place himself infront of the table, you hand him his portion of rice. "Not too much, right? I still remember!" You smiled.

He thanked you then starts to eat. Tsukishima probably is the calmest when eating. While everybody laughs, jokes, and talks he keep quiet and focus on his food. Sure he add a littlr insults here and there but it doesn't distract him from his focus.

You love that side of Tsukishima. If only he can take Voleyball that serious, you thought to yourself.

After cleaning up and washing the dishesh, it's time to sleep.

Again, "Um... Due to the lack of space, one of you have to sleep with me."

Again, Tsukishima already prepared himself for sleeping anywhere. Anywhere is fine really. He just want to call it a night. Sleeping with you? It's out of his boundaries. He can never do that-

"Tsukishima? You alright?" Your voice snaps him out.

"Huh oh, me?"

"Yeah. You seems spacing out a lot lately." Tsukishima denies, only to realize that he's in your room and no one is around him.

"Wait. Where's everyone?" He wonder. You laughs. "They've gone to sleep. And you should too, Tsukki." You tap his back, giving him a little rub.

After you pulled the mattress out, Tsukishima helps you with the sheet and stuff. He didn't say a word. Is he okay, you always wonder.

"Can you turn the lights off, please?" You ask him. He reach for the lights and turns it off. When darkness hits you. It's like you're in a different room.

10 minute have passed and none of you made any sound. Ony the sound of your body turning over and over and the soft blanket.

"What is it? Can't sleep?" Tsukishima suddenly spoke out. You're kinda surprised a little. But you nods.

"Hey, don't you remember our first sleepover?-" "I didn't. Goodnight." He cuts you off and turns his back on you. Guess he's that tired afterall.

For god sake you've tried to close your eyes arpund hundred thousand times. But it won't. Tsukishima presence is making you hard to behave.

You face him. Looking over his broad back. He grew so fast. You barely stands a chance. You remember how you and him used to compare your height and he beats you. You remember how he used to play with you and Akiteru will suggest a weird yet fun ideas. And how that day, he... confess to you.

You snaps out when you feel a sudden hit in your hand. You look over to him and find his eyes looking at you. "Are you okay? Staring at the ceiling, not blinking for almost a minute now. I'm almost having a heart attack." He said followed with a laugh of yours.

"Sorry, reminiscing old times."

"What do you mean?"

"You know, our old times."

He suddenly became quiet again. You turn over him and rest your head at the corner of the bed. "Why.. Are you avoiding me?" Tsukishima scoffs. "Avoiding you? When?" "3 summers ago. When we're having our first sleepover. And you..."

Your heart and brain are niw deciding whether you should remind him or not. Not noticing your body being so close to the edge and boom.

You fell right trough to his body. What a coincidence right. "What the- Get off me!" He pushed you off. Ouch..

You sits on his bed. Your heart is still aching from him raising his voice. You looks away.

"Do you hate me that much? I tried to talk to you but you never listen." Tsukki looks over to you. His blurry gaze didn't help so he sits right up too and faces you.

"What is your problem? Can't you just sleep quietly?" "I cannot!" "Well then stop bothering me!" ..He might have gone too far.

Is that you've been doing? Bothering him..?

Ah fuck, never knew getting told off like this will hurt your heart that much.

"Fine, Sorry. I'll stop." You climbs up to your bed. Ignoring your aching heart you decided to close your eyes.

Until you feel a warm presence behind you. You know it's him. "What are you-" "Shut up and listen. Don't cut me off and let me finish." He stated. Your silence showing that you agrees.

"I still remember our first sleepover. I remember how we can't sleep untill 2. While Akiteru-nii is sleeping, we talk and jokes until the night goes away. But one thing that i want to forget that night is when i..." he stops for a while, seems lost. His left hand is resting on your waist. You holds his hand. Calming him.

"When i confess to you. I want to erase that memory from my mind but lucky me huh, we met again. So it's a fail." You turn around and cups his face. "..Are you assuming that night that i rejected you, Kei?" He didn't expect this. What the hell?

You chuckles, seeing his clueless face is funny. "You stupid giraffe. It's my first confession dummy. I don't know how to react so i just left you off and sleep without thinking about it. But now that i think about it.." your cheeks heating up. Ah shit.

You two are so close. There's barely any distance left. His arms suddenly pushed you into his hug. Resting your head in his chest.

"In case you want to know. My feelings haven't change a slightest."

9. Yamaguchi Tadashi.

Look at that. You've been blessed by his precious smile.

Cutie didn't want to bother you at first. But Tsukki's joining so why not?

As you already know, the first year are well obsessed? Not really, but all of them put you in a special place in their heart.

Especially for Yamaguchi.

You know his struggle. His pain. His grieve when he failed that pinch serve.

You're the one who calms him down and be there for him. His panic, he almost burst out to tears and he did, he tried to leave but you stopped him and hugs him while he's crying like a baby in your hug.

And of course after that he developed a huge crush on you.

He's amazed on how you're able to handle most of them from the craziest, loudest one to the saltiest and quietest one.

When he step into your house, he barely even realize that his face shows how happy he is. Spending a night in your house, what is this a dream?

'Till he found out that his bestfriend, Tsukishima is your childhood friend. And he never knew anything. At. All.

"Tsukki? You came here a lot? How come i never knew??" And as usual Tsukishima shuts him up

He lost a little bit of his hope. Poor baby :(

You and Yamaguchi is always a good.. friend? I mean you both comfort each other. But being their Senior and their Manager, it's your job right?

But then he heard that Sugawara-senpai is- what? Cornering you? What is going on?

His heart immediately panicks and over-thinking.

It's true that everyone want to have you, but.. He cannot lose. He won't.

For a whole day he keeps himself quiet. More quiet than the usual. From the bath to dinner. And you don't even notice. Weird, usually you notice right away.. But oh well, he can talk to you later, right?

And the time came.

"Um.. Due to the lack of space, one of you have to sleep with me."

His heart jolts up. His chance for talking to you.

He locked eyes with you. Hoping you notice him. But.. You didn't. And in the end, you decided to sleep alone. Shoot. "There goes my chance." He thought.

The coldness in the living room is not comfortable at all. His mind is still going around on you, you, and only you. He need to talk to you. So he made up his mind.

He sloowly make his way to your room. Knocking it lightly to inform you. But no answer. A minute has passed since the last knock went on your door. "She's probably asleep.." But the door's open. And he got a glimpse of you in your bed. Getting sleepy but still a little awake.

Then your eyes met. Yamaguchi squeak and tried to run away. "Wait! Yamaguchi!" And he freezes on the spot. You walk over and opens the door.

"What is it?" Your gentle smile flies is a cure for his worries and thoughts.

"I-I.. But you already asleep, i shouldn't bother you, I'm sorry.."

"No no! It's alright. Come here." You says with a smiles. God his heart feel at ease. He quietly walk closer and enter your room.

He's embarassed and it shows. His fidgety moves and the sweaty palms.

You pull the mini mattress below your bed and Yamaguchi immediately helps you. You both then sits on top of it.

"What is it you want to talk, hm?" You look over to the shy boy. He let out a sigh and then his arms wraps around you. You're quiet a bit surprise seeing him hugs you first. Usually you're the one who hugs him first if he's having a breakdown.

"Let me recharge, senpai.." Yes. You're his source of battery. Being around you or near you giving him energy that will make him last a whole day.

"Sure thing, Tadashi." You ruffles his dark green hair. You can feel his breath tickling your neck. And it's the time. "Okay now, go to sleep-" "No. Wait, don't pull away.. Not yet." He hugs you tighter, not letting you go.

"You're warm, Senpai.. And you look really cute in that pajamas." He whispered to your ears. Causing your face to turns into a blushing mess.

"What the hell Tadashi, when did you learn to sweet talk like this, huh?!" You hit his head lightly.

"Ow! I didn't, i mean it.." the boy green haired boy rubs his head as he snuggles to you.

"I know Tadashi. And it works."

Hey hey hey! FINALLY DONEEE! Oh my enjoy everybody. And remember, stay save!

[tentimesbetter]

Our Summer || Kang Yeosang

Pairing: Kang Yeosang x Reader 

Genre: Angst; Childhood Friends!AU; Mutual Pining

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: The one in which Kang Yeosang is your favourite part of summer when you’re a child and then even when you’ve grown up and aren’t so close anymore. 

Or, the one in which both Yeosang and you find it difficult to tell the romantic from the platonic.

Summer to you used to be a few simple things: tired, satisfied grins from running around at the beach— the sand sticking to your wet feet, laughter intercepted with heavy breaths. Touches which had been lingering a little longer than they should have for as long as you could remember, the feeling warm underneath the wetness of the sea. Then, you grew a little older and summer became sitting on the rooftops of your houses, hands so close it made you yearn for the distance to be closed as you watched the stars, old anime OSTs playing in the background as you pointed out the handful of constellations you knew. What never seemed to change, however, was him. Kang Yeosang— the person who was an irreplaceable part of everything summer stood for.

Kang Yeosang is perhaps one of your earliest memories. Your friendship with him went back for as long as you could remember; starting on a hot July afternoon, with the humidity flying and rain-clouds gathering and a small boy with the biggest ears holding his bruised knee and crying as a barely six-year old you fretted at how either of you would reach home if he didn’t stop crying. Sometimes you wonder if he even remembers that initial meeting— or even remembers being that boy anymore.

You can’t help but sigh at the thought which rolls in every summer. The only way for them to be dispelled are the gentle 4 AM taps on your bedroom window which always reveal a sheepish-looking Yeosang who can’t sleep either. You can only grumble about his habits for so long before his hands find yours, intertwining fingers as he coaxes you to scale the walls of your house with him to sit on the rooftop.  It’s easy to forget inconvenience as you watch the final stars of the previous night fade away at dawn-break.

The Kang Yeosang of those wee hours is special— rare. You can’t tell what has changed in the few years but you don’t think of those in the dark morning. In those hours before the sun rises fully, he is the same boy who litters all your memories with his presence even though he’s older and his ears don’t seem so big anymore. He talks the same way as he always has— too fast, fumbling over his words and pausing at random instances before he picks up again and giggling his way out of any questions he doesn’t feel like answering. You tell him, one morning, that he sounds the same way as he did when you were ten— the only difference is that his voice is deeper. In response, he smiles awkwardly and looks away. You pretend you don’t notice the way his ears burn red and change the topic. He picks up the conversation again, looking relieved. Somewhere along the line, he pinches your nose and tells you “I’m a very different person now, Y/N” and you roll your eyes, scoffing and ruffle his hair.

“As if,” you retort. He doesn’t tell you how much he appreciates that you don’t believe him, instead choosing to bid you goodnight and helping you down the roof before following suit. The sun’s barely risen but the rare re-entrances to your past lives has ended already.

“I’ll take you for ice cream in the evening,” he promises you as he leaves and you’re left to wonder at what changes again when the sun rises. Later in the day, you wonder if the changes even matter when Yeosang buys you ice cream like he promised and remembers your favorite flavor still.

***

What has changed, Yeosang believes, is that he’s in love with you and every summer he feels as though he’s falling a little more. It scares him. So he does what he thinks is the easiest and avoids you. However, some nights are harder than usual and his feet take him to the familiar direction of your house.

He feels a little guilty when he sees you— slightly groggy from sleep, hair messy and wonders if he should just go back home. The knot in his stomach unfurls a little when you roll your eyes at his suggestion. “You better not go back after waking me up,” you glare at him and he can’t help but laugh. It’s at moments like these that he remembers why he’s in love with you.

On the rooftop, under the fast fading stars, Yeosang tries to imagine what it would be like if  you were in love with him as well. It’s not too hard with your head resting on his shoulder as you trace invisible circles onto his palm while he tells you about the books he’s read over the semester. You’re much quieter than he remembers and he wonders if it’s the early morning or if something has happened while you were away. He tries to ask one time, only to watch your eyes crinkle in amusement.

“I’ve just grown up, Sangie,” you tell him before commenting about the things that haven’t changed about him. He takes you for ice cream in return and wonders if you’ll ever notice that he actually asked you out on a date with that promise. The jittery, nervous part of him is glad that you only seem to think of him as a friend but a smaller, reckless part of him wants to tell you how he feels.

He doesn’t tell you how he feels.

Instead, he listens to you talk about someone named Choi San and about your past two semesters while you sit on the rooftop at 4 AM with him again. A part of Yeosang’s heart breaks at how your easily your expression softens at the thought of San— a small, selfish part of him wonders if your expression changes the same way when you talk of him. If you talk of him at all. He considers asking you but settles for wrapping an arm around you as you rest your head against his shoulder.

“I actually love you, Kang Yeosang,” you whisper to him at the end of the night as he holds you close and he hopes you don’t notice how his ears redden. He attempts to stutter a response but you smile instead. “You’re my dearest person.” It’s a childish phrase, something you learnt as fourteen-year-olds and said over and over to each other when things felt as though they were held together only by your friendship.

Whatever he thinks of saying dies in his throat. Of course, his smile is a little shaky when he says it back and he’s thankful that you’re too caught up in your own emotions to notice. “Of course,” he sighs softly instead and watches as you smile and make your way down to your room.

He’s left on the rooftop to wonder if you’ll ever know the effect your words have on him. Sleep is more elusive that dawn than it was the previous night. He can’t decide if the bubbling feeling in his chest is happiness or sorrow— the decision has him tossing and turning all morning until the sun is shining brightly into his room and he forces himself to find way to fitful sleep.

***

Your heart feels as though it would batter itself against your rib-cage by the time the next night rolls in. San called you an idiot over the static for not confessing. “He’s so evidently into you and I haven’t even met the boy,” were his exact words.

Choi San hasn’t met the boy— Kang Yeosang and that’s possibly the only thing stopping you from taking his words even though San is rarely ever wrong about these things. Yeosang couldn’t like you and the years of friendship are proof. If he liked you, he would have noticed that you’re in love with him by now and he has not. Instead, he buys your favorite ice cream at the parlour you frequented as children and holds your hand during 4 AM conversations and tells you about his books after he listens to you talk about your life away from home. He makes it easy to fall in love with him over brief phone calls and occasional memes during the school year and makes loving him inevitable when he counts the fading stars with you while sitting on a rooftop. Falling in love with Kang Yeosang feels natural to you and you’re not sure when you did but time means so little when he smiles at you like he always had and you can’t help the bittersweet feeling that settles every time you smile back at him.

So instead, you choose to worry about how you’ll face him when nighttime rolls in and neither of you can sleep so you’ll find each other instead. The fears, in a twisted way turn out baseless because you don’t hear the gentle tapping that marks Yeosang’s nightly near-criminal activity. You try to find peace in his absence because you aren’t sure that you could face him after an accidental confession which he didn’t notice and because it could mean that he’s managed to sleep.

Peace, however, is only a short-term fling when one night becomes two nights and then rolls into a month since you’ve heard from Yeosang. The fear had settled in fully by the second week of his absence and the thought of him having finally realised your true feelings and subsequently distancing himself because he doesn’t want to turn you down gnaws at you every night, making it impossible for you to sleep. Making it impossible for you to do anything but look forlornly in the direction of his balcony, hoping for some activity— some sign, that he still wants you around.

***

It’s nearly the end of July when Yeosang sees you again. He isn’t sure how it’s been so long and the guilt of it gnaws at his insides as he looks at your luggage when you meet him in the driveway of his house.

The silence of the early morning feels deafening to him, leaving him incapable of finding any words to break it. He desperately wishes you would say something even though he can feel your awkwardness in waves and a part of him is scared. Yeosang knows things have changed since the childhood days of the both of you running barefoot in the sand but he also knows they’ve never changed enough for both of you to not talk. The silence is new and it settles in a pit right below his chest, knocking the air out of him. He doesn’t know how much time passes before you finally speak.

“I’m leaving in half an hour,” you inform him. Your tone gives away nothing but Yeosang can’t help but notice the way you’re digging at your nails. “It’s a little early,” you go on, not bothering to make eye contact. “There’s a month until uni actually begins but my friend— San, I mentioned him, I think. He’s found this extra credit internship and it won’t hurt so—”

“I missed you.” Yeosang doesn’t know what propels the words from him but he feels an odd sense of relief once he’s said them— as though something heavy has been lifted from his chest. You’ve stopped speaking too, instead you’re looking at him— your eyes wide and shining and for a brief moment he wonders if you’ve been holding back tears.

“I wish you weren’t leaving so soon,” he says, his hand reaching out to yours. “I know the time we spend each summer lessens but this summer felt even smaller and now you’re leaving.”

His thumb traces absently along the a line on your palm, faintly recalling it being the fate line and avoids meeting your gaze as you continue to look at him, silent. He lets himself wonder whether or not you’d kiss him back if this was a movie and if he actually had the courage. “I wish you weren’t leaving,” he whispers instead, “at least right now.”

***

You’re still thinking about the way Yeosang’s traced the lines on your hand when you board the flight and you feel your throat constricting at the memory. “You confuse me so much, Kang Yeosang,” you mutter to yourself, echoing the memory playing out in your mind as you plugged in your earphones to distract yourself from how badly you had wanted to stay back. How badly you had wanted to lean in and kiss him when he wished you wouldn’t leave.

Kang Yeosang’s bewildered expression sears in your mind bright as the days you used to spend together as children. You can feel the tears again, bubbling as they had two hours ago at his front door. “You confuse me,” you’d told him, inching your hand out of his grasp even as every bit of you screamed to let him have his way, to feel his touch. You wonder if you’d ever tell him that you wanted him to reach out for your hand again.

“I— did I do something wrong?” he had asked you instead, hesitating as he returned his hand to his side. You had to ask yourself if the painful twinge you felt sometimes when you looked at Yeosang would ever lessen. Sometimes you didn’t want it to lessen. The thought made you smile bitterly as you shook your head at him.

“Maybe if you did,” you had told him, the ghost of an old teasing smirk playing at your lips. “I wouldn’t have to be so confused.”

As your flight announced its steady ascent, you looked out of your window at the shining lights that had only recently been home and wondered if he’d even hesitated slightly before he returned indoors as you’d made your way back to your car, prepared to leave. Absently, you traced the characters of his name on the fog that your breath had created on the window. A small part of you tiredly resigned itself adding your present thoughts to the few things you’d never know about  Yeosang.

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Fallen's Chapter 2

Word Count: 1,805

Chara got along well with the two skeleton brothers. They almost became like siblings with how close they got. After a few days l, it was normal to see them around the lab. Fallen got use to them exploring or watching after the boys after a few weeks. He was able to finish his security system because of it too, yet he's left it off for a few reasons. One was so he didn't get in trouble with Asgore. He did, however, leave the alert on for when someone enters or exits on. He'd get it on a small pocket device so only he'd notice for now, and not who happens to be entering or exiting.

Fallen was nervous the first time it went off. He expected Asgore to be the one who walked in, but to his surprise it was Asriel instead. Either way, Fallen had to at least have Chara hide away from the prince. If Asriel is anything related to Asgore in personality, Chara probably wouldn't be safe if found. Fallen made sure to remind them of that, even if the scientist had partly raised Asriel.

Fallen watched over the kids while he reread a book nearby. He had warned them not to say anything about Chara for the human child's safety, but he wanted to make sure. He wasn't suspecting any of the brothers for being bad, he just expected their mistakes, especially when they're having fun. Luckily, they managed to not spill the beans. Only problem was Fallen's worry about Asriel coming in without him realizing it, since Asriel is now becoming more independent acting as he got older and didn't announce his presence like his father. Mischief waiting to happen. 

Worst part is Asriel actually did once decided to roam the labs without permission. Fallen never noticed since he was taking a nap during the time Asriel entered. He expected his kids to be responsible enough, by apparently that wasn't the case. Instead, Fallen found the four of them, Chara, Sans, Papyrus, and Asriel, all talking happily in the main common room of the lab. Fallen thought he was still asleep at first, but once he realized he wasn't, he decided he'd ask later how it managed to work out. He just watched from afar for now.

They talked casually like old friends. The first one to notice Fallen was there was Papyrus, being as observant as usual. He ran up to the scientist for a hug, bouncing into his arms.

"How are you all?" Fallen asks and gives a small smile to play off his worries. Chara gave a skeptical look at first but just played along.

"We're doing great!" Papyrus exclaims happily. Fallen picks up the small skeleton, allowing for Papyrus to pay the other's head gently. Fallen smiled more, this time more genuine, and hugged Papyrus as best as he could while he's holding the small child.

"That's good then." Fallen says and takes a moment to glance at Asriel. He didn't seem to act like he entered at a bad time.

"How did you rest, Dad?" Sans asks. He seemed to see more problems with the way his smile seemed more on the nervous side. 

"Well enough so far. We'll see as the day continues." Fallen put down Papyrus and looked at Asriel as the kid spoke up. 

"Can we go play together now? Sans and Papyrus said they weren't sure if I could." He explains. That fits a few pieces together.

"Well, you're already here. Might as well let you." Fallen couldn't just turn him away now. At least they all got along. 

Fallen supervised while reading one of his old, favorite books, just as he had always done. He was more attentive to the kids though. Whatever happened while he slept, it was settled now but Fallen wasn't sure how settled it really was. 

Of course there was the point where Asriel had to go home. As skeptical and cautious as Fallen was, he confronted Asriel before he fully left the labs.

"What do you think of Chara, the human?" Asriel jumped a bit in surprise and turned to face the skeleton. This was kind of new from Fallen, so the prince took a moment to respond.

"They're nice. And friendly. What about them?" His facial expression showed his unease, from shifting eyes to his attempt to smile.

"Because after taking care of them for as long as I have, their safety is important to me. If you really do want to hang out with them more, you must not say a word about them to your father. That risk must not be taken." Fallen's height and stare made for an intimidating figure to Asriel. While he understood every word clear, he wasn't sure how to respond. It was clear he knew his father's faults when it came to humans, to put it lightly.

"I-I understand, sir…" Asriel mumbles. He had never before referred to Fallen like that, only his dad when he got into some kind of trouble. Fallen sighed, letting his intimidating figure go, and gave Asriel a pat on the head. He couldn't help but feel guilty for scaring the other.

"I apologize, but I'm sure you understand why." The scientist starts. "Just know I'll be proud if you can keep this a secret and you can continue to hang out at the labs with us anytime." 

Asriel softened his stance a bit and gave a sheepish smile. "Alright." He was still quiet when he spoke but it was at least a bit louder than before. He was probably just still shaken up from the moment before.

Fallen let Asriel leave, leaving him alone with his anxiety to haunt his mind. There wasn't much the scientist could do besides reread a book and hope his trust in Asriel doesn't cost him.

Fallen assumed that since the royal family hadn't stopped by at all, especially Asgore and Asriel, that so far they were in the clear. If they weren't, Asgore would be storming in here, that's for sure. As long as that didn't happen, they were safe for the time.

Asriel would visit the day after, almost making a system of every other day, but it wasn't exactly routined or in a system. He was like that cousin that occasionally came over with little warning which is pretty much what the skeleton brothers at least saw him as nowadays. 

After a few months, Asriel didn't come over as joyous as he usually did. He was quiet, never answering anyone's concerned questions. Fallen offered him things to eat and drink, yet Asriel rarely took any of it. He was there physically, but it was clear his mind was elsewhere.

Asriel stayed the night for the first time, making Fallen wonder if something happened at the castle. Was he even allowed to be here? He was sure he'd know soon enough, but he decided that sleeping wouldn't be easy. Asriel seemed to silently agree.

Fallen checked on Asriel when he couldn't sleep yet the other kids were. The prince laid in bed with his eyes open, like he gave up long before. The scientist tried to talk to the young goat monster.

"May I know what's wrong?" Fallen asks.

"She's… She's gone…" Asriel mumbles with little change in his expression.

"Who is?" While Fallen didn't know much of Asriel's life outside of the labs, his soul ached at the possibilities it came up with.

"Mom left and I don't know where she went…" Asriel buried his face in his paws as he let out a whimper. "They got on another fight because they don't know what to do and she just… left this time… and now Dad won't leave his room…" 

Fallen gently rubbed Asriel's back to comfort him as best as he could. He thought that the couple had things settled and decided on what they would do, but then again, hey hadn't seen a human in years. Things must've changed because of that. Now Toriel just cut herself out of the scenario completely, which made it worse for Asgore. He was already struggling heavily in the emotional bonds he holds for his people as their king. Now his family split because of it.

It was a lot Fallen didn't want to entirely get involved in. He didn't just want to leave Asriel like this, though. "Asgore must be taking it hard as well. Do you think you can help him? It might help you move on as well." He accidentally made it sound like she passed away. While Toriel may not be, Queen Toriel in a sense was.

"It'll be weird without mom there." Asriel mumbles as he slowly pulled his paws from his face.

"I know, but unless she plans to come back, there is not much you can do. Try what you can." Fallen's advice wasn't as good as he wished, plus it's the best he had.

Asriel seemed to understand, bhut he stayed silent. After a moment, fallen decided to leave it at that. "Get some rest." He says as he gets up. "I'll try to do the same." He gave the best smile he could muster before he left the room.

Asriel was gone by the time he woke up. Fallen wouldn't know the situation until Asriel decided to come back to the labs. Fallen wasn't planning to go find out himself anyways. Who knows how that would turn out.

The labs became a bit more solemn while Asriel was gone. He wouldn't come back for a while either. Fallen worried a bit, so he did take the trouble to look for Asriel to make sure he was alright. Fallen didn't bother him though. He just wanted to be reassured in his safety. The anxiety was killing him.

Papyrus would ask where Asriel was after a few days. Fallen would just say he's been busy instead of giving the real story. Chara knew this but they decided not to call him out on it. There wasn't a need to, even if they could also tell Fallen didn't like doing such a thing.

Everyone just hoped everything would pass.

When Asriel finally came back, he wore the best smile he could and tried to hang out like old times. While it wasn't exactly like before, it was better than nothing. Sometimes Asriel even stayed long enough to have sleepovers, perhaps to make up for all the time he was gone.

Fallen was at least glad Asriel was feeling fine enough to manage a fake front compared to before. He should get better with time, especially in a place not as affected by Toriel's absence.

Yet, somehow that's not how it went. Within just a couple of weeks, the Underground would change drastically from the prince's next choices.

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FIC: Bonding Over Idiocy (baon)

Summary:   Stretch really hated hospitals, so you'd think he would try harder to stay out of them.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Hints of Kustard, Mentions of Therapy

part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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It wasn’t just the poking and prodding, the nurses coming in at all hours and the doctors coming in to talk to him with serious eyes, trying to find delicate ways to tell him the newest way his low HP had betrayed him that made Stretch hate hospitals.

The sheer boredom was so much worse. No matter how interesting a book or how tempting a cooking show was, there was no escaping that he was doing it from a hospital bed. That in and of itself was too distracting for anything else to hold his attention. His cellphone was still in the lab, probably blowing up with messages that he couldn’t answer. That left Stretch with the option of sleeping, napping, and trying to keep his complaining to a minimum.

For once, this shit was entirely on him, so he was going to swallow back his irritation and take his medicine. Literally.

At least he’d managed to push Edge into going to work for a few hours. With Janice off, he was already behind and the last thing he needed was to make it worse because of Stretch’s dumbfuckery. It also meant he didn’t have to spend the day with Edge looking at him with that tired, pinched expression. He was still pissed off, that much was obvious, probably trying to keep himself from taking it out on Stretch since he was, you know, in the fucking hospital hooked up to his own personal fuel line.

He would have taken that look, taken whatever Edge had wanted to throw at him, if he were being brutally honest with himself. It had been hard enough to stifle the desperate urge to beg Edge to stay and fuck his job, stay with him until that aching, lingering panic faded enough for him to believe that they were…well, not okay, maybe, but that Edge wasn’t going to pack up his shit for him and leave it on the porch. That Stretch hadn’t finally managed to stumble across the line of unforgivable.

Not that Stretch didn’t believe Edge when he said he would never leave him, he did…mostly.

It wasn’t like he’d been rubbing the ring on his finger, fidgeting with it until the bone beneath it was chafed and sore, nope, not at all.

Blue had lingered a bit longer and he’d only left when Stretch had pleaded exhaustion, rolling over and feigning sleep until his bro quietly left. No telling where he’d gone, maybe back home for a shower and a nap, maybe he was only downstairs in the cafeteria, but Stretch was pretty sure he’d be back soon enough.

Yeah, that was tiring to think about, his brother that he loved so much hanging around, bullying him into eating a little more and tucking the blankets in too tightly, alternating between scolding and cajoling.

Fuck, he’d never wanted a cigarette so much in his life and he’d never been less inclined to whine for one.

From behind the curtain, he heard the door open, almost silent footsteps walking towards him. Familiar footsteps, not someone he was expecting, but not a surprise, either, not really.

Sans stopped at the edge of the curtain, peering around it. He managed a half-hearted smile when he saw Stretch was awake, tucking his hands in his pockets, offering a weary, “hey.”

“hey,” Stretch grabbed the remote and muted the television. “come in, will ya, stop looking like i’m gonna push you down and steal your lunch money.”

That got him a head shake, but Sans did take a couple steps closer. “you should’ve told him, you know. he might have laid off a little.”

Stretch shrugged. “why? then he’d be pissed off at you, too. besides, you didn’t make me keep working by myself.”

He’d come up with that bit of stupidity on his own. Everything had been set up for yet another test run by the time Sans texted him that he wasn’t going to make it to the lab. By now they’d gone through this a dozen times; the problem wasn’t with the distiller, it was the formulation that kept breaking down after only a few days. Preserving the solution was the issue they were having, not extracting the magic to make it. Or so Stretch had thought.

“nah, i just didn’t give you another option.” He hopped up on the foot of the bed, sitting with his legs dangling. “for what its worth, i’m sorry i ditched out on you.”

“working with me isn’t your only job, bud, i get it.”

“no, it’s not. and we’ve been busting double time down at the embassy,” Sans agreed, wearily, “but what sucks about this whole thing is i was right upstairs with your bro the whole time. i didn’t lie when i begged off, you know, i was tired, but i knew i wasn’t gonna be able to fall asleep. blue asked me if i wanted to stop by for a little television and…eh, i know he gets a little lonely sometimes since you moved out.” He slanted Stretch a knowing look. “that’s not a knock on you, by the way, blue’s gonna have to figure that out on his own. figured it wouldn’t kill me to sit with him, though, and fall asleep on his sofa for a change.”

Sans laughed sourly. “i almost ran downstairs when i first got there, to check in and maybe come up with another day to run the tests.”

“coulda, shoulda, woulda,” Stretch nudged Sans with his toes. “i’m not mad at you, if you’re not mad at me.”

“deal,” Sans agreed. “wanna tell me exactly what happened? pretty much all i had a chance to figure out was that the test was an epic fail, but i could use a few lab notes.”

“yeah, well. after you texted me to let me know you weren’t coming, i thought i’d run a basic distillation. we’ve done that a few times, haven’t had a problem before.” Stretch looked away from Sans’s keen gaze, picking lint off the blanket. “i’m not really sure what happened, power surge, maybe? the process is supposed to shut down after a certain time frame, we put in a failsafe for that. what we didn’t figure on was it getting caught in a feedback loop. for whatever reason, every time it hit the time frame, it reset and started over.”

He shivered a little, not really wanting to remember it. It had been painless, mostly, but the terror of realizing he couldn’t shut it down, the feeling of his magic draining away, dwindling to nothing. The pain hadn’t hit until it started on his HP and before he’d lost consciousness, all he’d been able to think about was Edge. If Edge thought Stretch didn’t care if he hurt him, well, Stretch wasn’t about to prove him wrong by telling him his last thoughts were of Edge finding his dust. He still wasn’t sure why he hadn’t dusted, but he sure as fuck wasn’t about to complain about it.

Stretch smiled, bitterly. “we’re supposed to be so smart, but the one thing we didn’t put on the thing was a fucking off switch and i couldn’t reach the plug. Stupid.”

“welp, if nothing else we know how to do the redesign. maybe next time we can figure that out with a little less drama. riding in a car with your bro and edge while you were trying to croak in the back seat?” Sans shuddered visibly. “let’s keep that as a once in a lifetime experience for the scrapbook.”

“yeah, kinda glad i was unconscious for that,” Stretch considered what he was about to say next, then shrugged mentally. Sans wasn’t going to like this, but he had to ask. “hey, i need you to do something for me. the distiller pulled all my magic, which ain’t no small thing. that means it’s still sitting in the machine, waiting.”

San’s expression was wary. “yeah?”

“it won’t last forever, it’ll start degrading in a couple days. i need you to try the infusion.”

He looked a little horrified, his normal easy calm shaken. “stretch, dude…”

“after all this, i’m not about to let it go to waste,” he snapped. “ask andy to come hang with you while you set it up if we’re going to tighten up protocol. he offered before and that way you won’t be alone. i didn’t almost die for nothing.”

As disturbing as Sans seemed to find experimenting with the magic he’d almost died losing, the scientist in him didn’t seem to be able to come up with an argument against it. “yeah, okay. i’ll call him. this is my fault, too. i’ve been bailing on you in the lab an awful lot lately.”

“stop that, will ya?” Stretch gave him a harder shove with his foot, “you begged off, you didn’t tell me to go on without you, it’s not on you.”

“hey, let me say my piece, okay?” He lay down on the bed next to Stretch's legs, looking up at the ceiling. The top of his head was level with the bottom of Stretch’s rib cage, his sneakered feet hanging off the end of the mattress. “i’m still seeing that therapist, you know.”

“me too. got it down to once a week, at least.”

“yeah. it gets better but shit doesn’t disappear because you want it to. probably do red some good to go, too. he’s pretty pretty fucked up,” Sans said, softly. He flinched a little when Stretch reached down and rested his fingertips on the top of his skull, but he didn’t pull away. “don’t think he’s about to make an appointment anytime soon.”

“no, i bet he wouldn’t,” Stretch said, “not exactly his style, is it.”

“no,” Sans agreed, sighing. “so, i ask you. how do i get past that? i’m not sure. i’m really not interested in your version of happily ever after. doesn’t mean i don’t want a version, though.”

That wasn’t anything Stretch had expected to hear. “sans…”

Sans shifted so that he was pressed tighter against Stretch’s legs. Taking a little comfort in his presence without asking for it, Stretch knew, because he tended to do it himself. “i mean, i’m pretty head over heels for that bastard.”

“that bad?”

“yeah. hey, you’re the lucky one,” Sans said with a bitter chuckle, “you got version 2.0, he’s pretty much housebroken. on a bad day, i think red would shiv someone who accidentally shorted him a curly fry at the local arby’s.”

“pretty sure you’re right. does knowing that change how you feel?”

“not even a little.” Sans tipped his head back, looking up at Stretch, upside down. “whatcha think?”

“i think you’re fucked.”

His grinned widened, sour and amused. “sounds about right.

A soft knock on the door made them both startled, and Sans leaned up on his elbows as the door opened, boots too loud on the tile floor as footsteps approached. Speak of the devil and he’ll show up for a chat of his own, it seemed.

“well, hey, a honey bun and a ketchup packet,” Red’s grin was sharp, and Stretch didn’t think he imagined the veil of careful disinterest that fell across Sans’s face. “how’s things, sweethearts?” His eye lights settled on Stretch, his grin widening. “nice to see you with both feet out of a dust pan. do my bro a favor, and try to stay like that for a day or two, yeah?”

“i’ll do my best. what are you doing here?” Stretch asked warily. Manners were usually wasted on Red, anyway.

“now, that ain’t nice,” Red shook his head sadly. “i’m here to do you a favor and everything.”

Yeah, that didn’t make him feel any better. “what favor?”

“brought you this.” Red reached into his inside jacket pocket and brought out what looked almost like a pen, only it was flat and there was a brightly colored cap on one end. He held it up triumphantly before offering it to Stretch.

Like he was going to take anything from Red without knowing what it was. “what is it?”

Red took his wariness in stride, coolly amused, “this is a juul, precious.”

Stretch made a face at both the nickname and the offering. “you brought me a vape?”

“yep, full of nicotiney goodness, only it won’t set off the smoke alarm.” When he still hesitated, Red waggled it in his fingers teasingly. “this one is honey-flavored.”

“okay, you’ve got my interest,” Stretch muttered. Edge would be more than a little annoyed if Red poisoned him. That meant it was probably safe enough. Probably.

Still, he couldn’t help but hesitate at Red’s encouraging look. Welp, he’d already been stupid once this week, may as well go for broke. He held it up to his mouth and took an uncertain puff. The flavor wasn’t overpowering, only a mild sweetness. Not at all like a cigarette, but he could already feel the nicotine settling into his magic and the cloud of vapor vanished quickly as he exhaled.

Stretch closed his sockets and took another puff. “okay, yeah, i owe you one. that ain’t bad.”

“pay me back by not letting either of our bros catch you with it,” Red licked his teeth and Stretch knew he didn’t imagine the way his eye lights flicked to Sans, brief as it was. “and take it easy, the battery only lasts so long. welp, i’ve got shit to do and you’re fucking boring. need a ride home, sansy?”

“not if you’re calling me that.”

“i can probably think of something else to call you,” Red said agreeably.

“maybe i’ll take my chances,” Sans said. His tone was bored laziness. His eye lights were definitely telling another story. “an uber driver would probably call me sir. don’t think i can expect that from you.”

From the way Red’s eye lights flared, Stretch wasn’t sure that offer was off the table.

Ugh, was this how everyone felt around him and Edge? No wonder the others were always rolling their eyes and groaning in disgust. Even Papyrus, whose patience for displays of affection was legendary, would occasionally let out an exasperated sigh when they were particularly revolting. Hell, that was part of the fun, in Stretch’s opinion, and Edge tolerated it with dry amusement. Must be killing Red to be so subtle, or at least his version of it.

Why the hell did he not want Edge to know?

“nice as it was to have you guys stop by for tea and crumpets, i don’t give it a shit if you call him daddy. i’m tired, so you can hit bricks now,” Stretch said. His yawn wasn’t entirely forced.

“no need to bring up your kinks with the edgelord,” Sans grinned slyly, hopping down before Stretch could give him a real kick. “get some sleep, kiddo, i’ll stop by again tomorrow if they haven’t cut you loose.”

“i’m the same age as you, asshole,” Stretch grumbled.

“don’t take it personal, honey bun, sansy here is only pissed he didn’t age as well as you.” Red barely flinched as Sans stepped rudely on his foot as he walked past. “don’t get caught with that and i’ll bring you a new cartridge tomorrow.”

The door closed behind them and Stretch turned the volume back up on the television. At least it was useful for a little background noise to help him sleep. A nap sounded pretty damn good and if he took one, maybe he wouldn’t fall asleep when Edge came back tonight.

He really wanted Edge to come back tonight.

Carefully, he tucked the e-cigarette into the pillow, then pulled the blankets up as best he could around the tubes of his IV’s before closing his sockets. Before he drifted off, he sent a brief, silent prayer to an angel he didn’t really believe in that he wouldn’t dream of dying, again.

His nightmares Greatest Hits album really didn’t need another track.

-finis-

[ivyfics]

The First One

It’s not the first time he’s been in a relationship with someone on his birthday, but last year he was with this one guy Kei would rather forget about so it doesn’t really count. His whole thing with Kuroo is new and weird in the way it’s nothing like he expected it to be.

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Pairing: KuroTsukki  Series: Being Gross Verse Rating: T

It’s not the first time he’s been in a relationship with someone on his birthday, but last year he was with this one guy Kei would rather forget about so it doesn’t really count. His whole thing with Kuroo is new and weird in the way it’s nothing like he expected it to be.

Kuroo is annoying, and loud, and loves riling people up all the damn time. That’s what he expected from whatever kind of interactions–romantic or not– they would have together.

Plot twist:

Kuroo is not that with him.

Kuroo is a complete and total loser. He’s a dork.

Before, when he was just figuring this whole thing out, it baffled Kei. Sometimes he’d get in this weird introspective mood that was silly and existential crisis inducing. Really serious when dealing with his academic life and maintaining his scholarship. He’d brag about his little sister and never, no matter what, skip a video call with Kenma.

But then he’d start being extra clingy in text, doing shit to get a rise out of Kei, he’d show up more, push to hang out more, but without making it seem like he wanted to, and it took Kei a while to see through it.

Then he had his Aha moment.

Not that Kei was a shrink or anything, but he realised Kuroo got annoying as hell when he was alone and wanted company. Kei gave him more attention to get back those glimpses of enjoyable human he knew Kuroo could be.

When Kuroo realised he didn’t have to vy for Kei’s attention, he just sort of stopped being annoying and started being fun to talk to. Nice to have pointless arguments with. He’d humor Kei when he was in a mood and just talk shit about everything, like the great Jurassic Park debacle.

(No, Jurassic Park might not be scientifically accurate but it still is a great franchise, fuck you Kuroo.)

Falling for him wasn’t hard.

(He’s not thinking it, he’s not, that’s Kuro’s deal he’s not– Ha, hard. God damn it.)

Then the whole “ I love you ” slip up happened and here they are, Kei’s dating his first high school crush. Life’s weird like that.

So, no, it’s not the first time he’s been in a relationship with someone on his birthday, but it’s his first birthday while in a relationship with Kuroo and that’s a little terrifying.

Honestly, he’s scared.

There’s no saying what Kuroo, sap master and lord reigning of all things loud and cheesy, is going to do. His moms have been talking to him all week, he’s expecting a package from his maman, Saeko-nee called and she’s probably going to again. Akiteru has been fishing for gift tips, and Yamaguchi and the group chat have already set the time for the group skype session.

It’s nice.

Kuroo hasn’t said a thing.

Bokuto has been silent.

He hasn’t had a chance to talk to Akaashi yet, but he hasn’t made any comment other than asking when the date is.

Terrifying.

That gives them away more than if they were talking about it, because why would you actively avoid the subject when they all know?

He’s asked Kenma for his infinite wisdom. His answer?

haven’t heard anything. prepare for the worst

Kei knows Kuroo’s planning something, so what’s the point in hiding it until it’s all Kei can think about? He spaced out twice in his lecture this morning imagining all the possible scenarios.

He sinks in his seat, his arms crossed in front of him and glares at his coffee on the table. The small café with the wrought iron chairs has become his spot to wait in between classes after changing buildings, the barista behind the counter having already memorized his order. That he’s started asking if he’s going to get Kuroo a drink every time he comes in now has finally stopped making him blush.

Here’s the facts:

Kuroo is a sap.

Kuroo is the ultimate sap.

Seriously, he’s going to need to stop it with the cheese because Kei is lactose intolerant.

Kuroo seemed like a complete and utter asshole.

Kuroo turned out to be completely different than Kei thought he’d be.

Kuroo knows big things make him a little iffy when he’s the center of attention and has to no be an asshole to people but so far he’s done nothing but try to do things that make him comfortable.

Ultimately, Kuroo’s need to do stupid things override all the above; i.e The Prank Week Incident.

Followed by: The Prank Week Incident pt.2 Addendum: The Prank Week Incident pt.2 –photos.

Odds are fifty-fifty at this point. Kei sighs, picking up his cup from where it sits next to Kuroo’s on the table.

Wait and see, he guesses.

Somehow, through the will of the universe, his birthday falls on a sunday.

One would think that means they’ll leave him alone.

Sunday.

The day of the Lord.

A day of rest.

Hallelujah, pour les siècles des siècles amen.

(See grandma, all your catholic sunday school lessons that one summer when we vacationed in France didn’t completely fall on deaf ears. Except great-uncle Jean’s. Because he’s deaf. )

Wrong.

It just means celebrations can take up the whole day and get spread around easier.

When he goes into practice on Friday, the lights are off and the court is quiet for all about five seconds before it’s suddenly lit and people are jumping out at him.  

How, pray tell, did they know about it in the first place when he’s been keeping quiet?

Bokuto’s big mouth.

The worst part? He can’t even be mad about it. Bokuto looks so happy and if there is one thing you can’t, absolutely cannot, do is take a genuinely happy Bokuto and make him sad. That’s wrong and uncalled for.  

Also, free cake.

So he powers through the awkward congratulations from the team, the claps on the back and all the things. Kuroo gives him an apologetic look before chasing Bokuto around the court with a handful of whipped cream starting to drip down his fingers.

They both, Bokuto and Kuroo, end up covered in it, hair clumped and droopy on both ends when Kei "accidentally” pushes a mat in the way of their wild goose chase. Bokuto manages to stop in time but Kuroo does not and they slam down onto the mattress, whip cream flying everywhere, tangled.

Kuroo shoots him a betrayed look but Bokuto laughs and laughs, the whip cream in his hand splattering against Kuroo’s back where his hands slap home.

It turns out to be not so bad after all.

(He secretly took a picture of their dumb faces. It was pretty great and he actually had a lot of fun, but he’d never tell them that. Bokuto would throw him a birthday party every day until Sunday if he did.)

Akiteru steals most of Saturday from him. Saeko-nee can’t come along but she trash talks Akiteru in their texts all through their outing, Kei snickering the whole time they’re together, Akiteru trailing behind him pouting. It’s fun.

He gets home to a couple of messages from Kuroo, asking how it went before settling in against the back of his bed, blanket draped over his lap, opening skype.

The first thing to show up is a wall and nothing else. He’s about to type in the chat to see what’s going on when there’s a screech and a figure is jumping, followed by loud poppers, Kei jolting back at the sound coming from his headphones.

“Happy Birthday!”

Hinata is there, along with Yamaguchi and Yachi, all wearing party hats and opening popper after popper. Kageyama will sign in later, schedule and all.

Kei lets out a huff. “Thanks assholes, maybe someday I’ll hear again.”

They don't care. Hinata is yelling about the poppers along with Yachi, both of them pulling a banner from outside the frame with Happy Birthday in big yellow print and trying to tack it against the wall.

There’s a smile on his face, although Kei will deny it in a court of law.

It’s about to be one in the morning and everyone’s finished saying their goodbyes when a frantic pounding starts against his door.

When he gets to the door to open it–without looking at the peephole because he knows– his expression has already changed into a softer one. The second the door is slightly open, it flies and he’s crushed into a strong embrace, hair tickling the side of his face.

“Moonshine! Happy Birthday!”

The door is ajar, Kei’s arms coming up to wrap against his boyfriend’s so that they don’t topple over to the wall. “Tetsu. It’s the middle of the night.”

Kuroo holds him tighter, face buring itself into the crook of his neck. “Yeah, but you were born at one in the morning. Technically it wasn’t your birthday until right now so I wanted to be the first one to say it.”

Kei snorts, closing his eyes. Of course. He didn’t expect any less. Waves of fondness wash over him and he sinks his head in Kuroo’s hair, pulling him up from where it’s still against his neck.

He’s about to bring Kuroo in for a kiss when he’s interrupted by, “Hey, hey, hey. Let’s get this party started!”

Kei is frozen for a second, before he cranes his head to look behind Kuroo, who is still blocking the way.

There is Bokuto, beanie over his head, hair fluffed on his forehead. Behind him is Akaashi, holding a tray of to-go cups and holding out his hand to grab the paper bag Bokuto is handing of to him. All the warning he gets is a sigh. 

“Bokuto-san, at least wait until they move away from the door.”

Bokuto does not wait until they move away from the door.

Instead he adds on to the hug, arms coming around both of their middles and squeezing. “Happy actual birthday Tsukki!”

A puff of breath hits his neck before Kuroo talks, voice strangled. “Bo, I need to breathe.”

“If you can breathe through a hug you’re not hugging right.”

Bokuto manouvers them away from the door further in so that Akaashi can walk in, gives one last squeeze that pulls a ridiculous squeek out of Kuroo and releases them from his loving death grip.

Once they’ve all established normal breathing functions again, Kei walks to where Akaashi set everything down. “What’s all of this?”

Akaashi raises the cup in his hand. “Chocolate.”

“You brought food?”

Kuroo looms in, giddy. “We already had cake, right?”

Bokuto answers in the background. “Right!”

“So we brought French toast,” Kuroo says and giggles, giggles, looking at him expectantly.

Kei takes the bait, hand coming up to cradle his face. “Because I’m French?”

“Yes!” Kuroo nods vigorously, smacks a wet kiss on his cheek and pulls to the kitchen, bag in tow. Bokuto is trying to figure out how to get some music going. Akaashi’s pulling out his laptop and fiddling with it.

Kei follows, watching as Kuroo starts to stack everything out. Coming up behind him, he leans his chin on Kuroo’s shoulder. “Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me yet, wait ‘till you try it. I was debating between French toast and French fries, but it seems right to have desert instead of a side, “ Kuroo pauses, head tilting, “or is it breakfast?”

“I love you.”

It breathes out of him, at one in the morning in his dimly lit kitchen. That first time seemed to set up the way it’s going to go with Kuroo always, spilling from him before he has a chance to catch up.

Kuroo turns so that they’re face to face, back leaning against the kitchen counter and pulls him in. They kiss, softly, Kei’s hands tangling behind Kuroo’s head while Kuroo circles his waist. The pull and go back in until Kuroo is giggly enough that they break apart.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. All of it. I love you, too,” Kuroo mumbles into Kei’s lips and kisses him again and again until Kei’s the one pulling away to huff a laugh in Kuroo’s neck.

Once they stop Kei tries to help in the kitchen but is shooed away.

He comes back out to stare right at Kenma, face scrunching on a screen. It’s jarring at first but then Kei is narrowing his eyes and pulling out his phone.

U sneaky little shit

He can see Kenma typing back.  

Sike. happy birthday loser

The smell of cinnamon is wafting out from the kitchen. Bokuto figured out the music and put something on with a nice beat, slow but not mellow and is moving things around in the living room to make space for everyone. Akaashi taps his shoulder and gives him a to-go cup filled with hot chocolate before settling down in front of the laptop and talking to Kenma in a low voice.

When Kei hasn’t moved Akaashi turns back to look at him and pats the cushion next to his.

Dropping on the floor, he checks back.

Here’s the facts:

Kuroo lives up to his sap expectations.

Fuck the guy from his previous birthday, honestly.

He needs to get the name of the place Akaashi got this hot chocolate from immediately.

Kei loves Kuroo. A lot. Like, waaay a lot. It’s kind of scary.

He might be a little tired and head rambling.

The days leading up to his birthday have been draining but apparently that’s what happens when you have people who care about you, for some reason.

Happy Birthday indeed.

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@arashino This one is a little more serious considering who the character in question is. :’D You didn’t list him as a character you didn’t want to be matched with so hopefully this is okay.

Well the scenario’s not serious because.....idk ?__?

I feel like you’d be a good match for Akechi! The fact that you’re not someone who only maintains a single, constant demeanor is definitely a good thing for this boy; he’s not the most in tune with his controlling his emotions and all of those self-deprecating thoughts that haunt him, so having someone who can be sweet but also bold enough to go against him when needed is vital. He can be stubborn with some of those fixed beliefs of his, so he requires a person who can fight back with their own viewpoints and tear down those walls that he’s constructed. Akechi tends to hold people at a distance at first, but if you persist in staying close to him and showing him that you genuinely care, then you may find yourself gradually breaking through that carefully tailored mask. He’s definitely a very difficult person to “crack”—he’ll become very resistant and conflicted, even if a large part of him wants to accept the idea of a relationship—but he is a highly loyal and protective individual if you manage to get through. Akechi has a pretty good read on people (when it doesn’t concern himself, anyway). He’ll likely quickly pick up that you can be sensitive when others critique your flaws, and so he’d be careful to avoid doing so. If something does come up that he wants to discuss with you though, he’d approach it in a tactful manner; his desire in this case would not be to point things out for the sake of making you all the more aware of your flaws, but to help you grow past your insecurities.  If it is something that can be changed and you express the desire to try, he will be there to help you grow and improve; if it’s something that is an unchangeable part of yourself, he will simply acknowledge that everyone has their own virtues and flaws. He will accept you in the same manner that he hopes that you accept him despite all of his own shortcomings. It also means a great deal to him if you are willing to help him improve; he knows that there’s little he can do about what he’s done, but perhaps with your help he can at least be guided to a better path. He honestly doesn’t mind too much if you’re a little clingy; it’d be one thing if it was with an acquaintance or someone who he doesn’t particularly like, but it’s another if it’s someone who is cdear to him. If anything, your clinginess may even serve to reassure the boy that he is loved and appreciated, something that he has never really felt in his life. You probably should expect him to be a little clingy in return, though! Akechi will be careful not to be so to the point where it’s overbearing (I feel like he’d have insecurities about driving you away), but he’d definitely make sure to stick close to you when you’re out together.

HCs (w/ Akechi)

He prefers to have quiet evenings with you above all else. Cuddling side by side on the couch while you’re both reading books is his ideal way to unwind with you, particularly if it’s been a long and stressful day at work. Sometimes he doesn’t mind if there’s some soft music playing as well, so if you happen to be writing on a laptop or something beside him, he may request that you put something on.

Speaking of music, if he’s feeling particularly playful, he might put something on and then sweep you up in a dance. It doesn’t matter whether you’re a good dancer or not—sometimes it’s just fun to twirl around, and although Akechi usually isn’t the silly type, this is probably one of those situations where you really get to see his more carefree side come out.

When you’re out in public, you may find that Akechi will reach for and hold your hand. It helps him feel secure and happy knowing that you’re near, and he usually does this subconsciously. If you point it out early on in your relationship, he may immediately drop your hand and apologize, but if you are comfortable with the physical affection, then it absolutely becomes a frequent occurrence for him to lace your fingers together.

Some days will be hard. This boy has got a lot of things going on, and even though your relationship would make him happier than anything he can recall, it won’t repair every single crack. Patience is important here alongside making sure to acknowledge everything that he’s done wrong. Akechi doesn’t desire to fix or dismiss what he’s done, but he does want to seek out ways to grow and improve for not only his own sake, but yours as well.

HCs (w/ Phantom Thieves)

Futaba will be your anime/game, glasses wearing, and nerdy rambling friend! In all seriousness though, it seems like you two would get along pretty well in terms of both your personality and your hobbies. Whether you go to hang out at her place or she goes to yours, weekly anime viewing or video gaming sessions are definitely a thing! Akechi is a little intimidated by her (and the hacking skills he knows she possesses) but is grateful to know that you have a close friend to spend time with.

Makoto is your go-to friend when you have something to discuss about books or what you’ve been writing recently! She has a ton of great book recommendations, and is always eager to learn of new things to pick up and read herself. She’s also always willing to provide you with a listening ear if you ever feel the need to rant about anything, and is just the kind of level-headed person who gives you great advice.

I feel like Ann would be fantastic friend for you! She’s so friendly and easy-going that I think it’d be easy to relax around her, and she’s also someone who is fairly empathetic and knows when to tread carefully lest she accidentally hurt someone with her words. She’d be the type of person to encourage you to come out of your shy shell more and be comfortable with yourself, though it’s not something that she pushes if you’re obviously resistant.

Short scenario:

Futaba swings by to play video games with you, and Akechi is awkward.

Akechi going to work on Sunday was not common, but also not entirely unheard of either. It had been disappointing to know that the two of you wouldn’t be able to spend the day together as you wanted to, but you acknowledged that little could be done about that; work is work, after all. Still, the prospect of spending the day doing nothing but laze around on your lonesome didn’t sound particularly appealing, so you decided to fire a message off to your friend. Futaba, who had responded almost immediately, agreed that a gaming session sounded like fun and let you know that she’d be there within the hour. Thirty minutes later, there the two of you were, perched on the couch with your controllers in hand. Futaba was jamming hard at the buttons, as if believing that the intensity of her button-smashing would directly result how strong her character’s attacks were. To be fair, you thought that that wasn’t a totally unreasonable assumption; she was absolutely dominating the enemy units, and you even momentarily stopped playing yourself to watch her character in action. “Geez, Futaba! How on earth are you doing this so easily?” Her lips spread into a wide grin, her eyes flashing from behind her glasses.“Hehehe, I’ll never reveal my secrets!” “Aw, come on!” The two of you proceeded to engage in a silly, mock bicker, only to stop when you both heard the door open. “I’m back!” Akechi’s voice called out, the slight breathlessness in his voice betraying the fact that he must have ran, “I rushed through everything as quickly as I could so that I could come back and—“ “Welcome hooome~” Before you could respond, Futaba had paused the game and turned, peering out from over the back of the couch as she called out a greeting. You turned then too to see that Akechi had froze, one leg half-raised as he had been about to remove his shoes. His eyes were slightly wide, but he was quick to collect himself, straightening up. “Oh, Futaba-san, hello. I…I wasn’t expecting to see you today.” “Well,” Futaba answered, propping her elbows up on the back of the couch and setting her face in her hands, “Your girlfriend was getting bored without you around so we decided a gaming session was an order!” Akechi turned to look at you at that, but he didn’t seem upset—at least, not at you. That guilty look was one that you were rather well acquainted with, and you knew that a talk and some cuddling later tonight would be an order. “I didn’t think you’d be back so quickly,” you offered in apology, “But why don’t you join us?” The boy’s brows shot up. “Er, would that…truly be alright? I don’t know anything about games, and I wouldn’t want to interrupt.” Futaba rolled her eyes. “Psh, we wouldn’t have invited you if you were interrupting! Now come here, young grasshopper, and let us introduce you to the world of video games!” She wriggled her fingers at him, and then scooted over on the couch so that there would be room between the two of you for Akechi. You could see him hesitate. With a smile, you beckoned him over with a hand. After another beat, Akechi slowly removed his shoes and jacket, walked in, and stiffly sat down between the two of you. You slid your controller into his hand, and watched as he stared at it blankly and then slowly looking up at the screen. “O-okay, what do I need to do?” The rest of the day was spent watching as Futaba absolutely dominated your poor boyfriend in every single game you played. You had wondered a few times if you should step in, but the light you had seen in Akechi’s eyes made you stop.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Seeing Their Crush Half Dressed

Kim Hongjoong:

Hongjoong was lost for sure. He didn't understand why. As an idol, he should remember his way backstage where they hold the Music Bank performances.

"Fuck......where is it?"

He scratched the back of his head, trying to remember where Ateez' waiting room was. He kept walking until he finally reached a door that he felt was familiar. Without thinking too much he opened it and widened his eyes. It definitely wasn't his waiting room. It was your group's waiting room and you were currently in the process of putting on your stage outfit. You both just stood there, too stunned to say anything.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry Y/N-shii! I was looking for my dressing room!" He finally found his voice.

You simply chuckled and quickly threw on your shirt.

"Stop the formality, we're friends you know. I'm glad it was you and not someone else who bursted in."

Hongjoong let out an awkward laugh before saying sorry again and closing the door. Once alone, he face palmed himself and dragged it down his face.

"Hongjoong you stupid idiot!"

Park Seonghwa:

Seonghwa just wanted to watch his currently favorite drama that he was hooked on. Except the 99 liners decided to hog up the tv and he was mad. Then he remembered you lived right next door. Why not just go over and watch it with you? It gives him time to spend time with you as well. Win win situation if you asked him.

He texted you and you of course told him to just walk in. You underestimated how long he'd take though, and he came faster than you thought. So when he walked into your living room, you were still in your workout attire, and it wasn't exactly much either.

"I brought you the gummy bears you-"

Seonghwa sucked in a breath when he saw what you were wearing, his mouth dropping as he stared at your body.

"What?" You asked as you took in his reaction.

He simply pointed to your clothes.

"I was exercising. Geez no need to make a big deal out of it." You rolled your eyes.

Seonghwa snapped back.

"Oh no! Don't take it the wrong way! It's just.... your body...."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "What about it?"

"It's just.........Wow! Amazing!" He giggled.

Jeong Yunho:

It was Yunho's day off and he decided to spend it at a sauna to relax after working for long hours. Mingi decided to join him as usual. It was all fun between them, just laughing and joking amongst themselves. Mingi was definitely teasing him about his crush on you, which Yunho could only blush at his comments.

After a bit, they decided it was time to leave. Yunho walked out of the sauna room first, Mingi staying for just another minute. Upon walking out, the door to the sauna room next to his opened as well and you walked out.

"Yunho?" You asked, surprised to see him there.

"Y-Y/N?"

He was shook to find you there, and even more since you were wearing nothing, only towel draped over your body to cover you. He felt his face getting hot and then he remembered that he himself only had a towel tied around his waist.

"So nice seeing you here. Maybe I'll see you some other time." You smiled and waved goodbye to him.

Yunho chuckled nervously and waved to you, not knowing what to say. Right at that moment, Mingi came out and took in Yunho's state.

"What's with you? You're acting stupid. Like the kind of stupid you get around Y/N, but 5 times worse"

Kang Yeosang:

You often spent time at Ateez' dorm cause of Wooyoung, he became your friend and he loved having you over, partly because he enjoyed your company and partly cause he knew of Yeosang's crush on you. So of course, he liked torturing the poor boy by making him flustered by your presence.

On a particular day, you accidentally spilled your drink on your shirt and Wooyoung offered you one of his shirts, and left you in his room to change. Except Yeosang didn't know about this, and it was his room too. So he went looking for something and found you topless.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!"

He didn't wait to see your reaction. He just covered his face and slammed the door behind him, too shocked to say anything. He ran into the living room, where Wooyoung was and judging from his friend's face, he could guess what happened. Wooyoung started laughing at him.

"Warn a guy you imbecile!" Yeosang threw a cushion at him and made his way to the kitchen.

Once alone though, he replayed your image in his head and giggled softly. He's not totally regretting it.

Choi San:

By no means was this an accident, coincidence or simple unfortunate circumstance. Nope. San knew what he was doing and he was not regretting any second of it. He simply saw the opportunity and decided to take it.

The boys were spending time at your place. You were all planning on watching movies the entire night. Sometime during one of the movies, you got up and decided to change into something more comfy. That's when the light bulb switched in San's brain.

"I'm going to the bathroom." He announced, not that anyone was paying attention.

Instead of the bathroom though, he curbed his way to your bedroom door before smirking to himself. Putting on an innocent expression, he opened your door and walked in on you in just your underwear.

"Choi San!" You exclaimed as you covered yourself.

"I thought you were done!" He said while faking a shocked look.

"Get out!" You yelled as you threw the nearest article of clothing to him, which he dodged.

"Ok ok!"

He closed the door and walked back into the living room, a tiny smirk on his lips.

"You're a perv." Seonghwa told him.

Song Mingi:

This day could not get worse for Mingi. First he woke up late for practice, then he kept messing up at said practice, which resulted in him having to stay extra time at the studio to make up for his mistakes. And now he's lived one of the biggest embarrassments of his life.

It wasn't your fault. He didn't know your plumbing was being fixed and San offered to let you shower in their bathroom. He also forgot to mention that to Mingi when he came home. So naturally when he walked into the bathroom, he was not expecting to see a half naked you in front of him.

"Aaaah!"

You both yelled. Mingi slammed the door closed and ran back to where San was, who upon hearing the commotion, realized he messed up.

"Ooops. Forgot to tell you about-"

"Yeah I noticed." Mingi cut him off.

Mingi sighed and slumped his tall body next to San, feeling so embarrassed.

"How am I ever going to be able to look at them in the face after I saw them half naked?"

San patted his friend's back. "Come on, it's not so bad..... I've seen them completely naked and I can still look at them."

Mingi whipped his head up at San's confession. "You what?!"

Jung Wooyoung:

Feeling bored and wanting to go out, the boys dragged you to the mall with them. They were so excited to get out and enjoy the world, not to mention they all wanted to buy things for themselves. So there you were, watching them all try on clothes and endlessly asking you for your fashion input.

Hongjoong couldn't stand to see you sitting there though. He picked out a few things for you to try on as well, secretly hoping you'd get them so he could customize them for you. So you went inside one of the dressing rooms to try them on. Wooyoung had been looking for his jacket though, which he misplaced.

"Maybe you left it in one of the dressing rooms." Mingi suggested to him.

Wooyoung thought that everybody was done trying on clothes though. That's why he didn't know you were currently in the one he just casually walked into.

"Holy Jesus!" Wooyoung screeched when he saw you half naked.

"Haven't you heard of knocking?!" You yelled as you pushed him out and slammed the door.

Wooyoung walked back to where Mingi was.

"What happened?" Mingi asked, noticing how awkward Wooyoung looked.

Wooyoung looked at the taller male and smiled. "Nothing that I regret."

Choi Jongho:

You were planning a trip to the beach with your family. You were so excited to see them after so long, and even more to see your favorite cousin, whom you were currently texting. Both of you were swimsuit shopping and trying to get each other's opinion on what to get and what looked better on you both.

Unfortunately for you, you weren't really paying attention when you sent a picture of yourself in a very revealing swimsuit to Jongho instead of your cousin.

Y/N: So what do you think? Do you like it?

Jongho dropped his phone when he saw your text, fanning his face that was getting hotter by the second.

Jongho: I mean..... I do?

You screamed when you realized your mistake.

Y/N: Oh my God! Jongho I'm so sorry! I was trying to send that to my cousin! :(

Jongho: It's ok. Don't worry :)

Out of respect for you, he quickly deleted the picture, only thing left was the memory of your body now engraved in his mind.

"Damn are they hot though." He said to himself.

Gifs not mine, credit goes to their respective owners.

[snow-okki]

Messiah Akatsuki ‘LIVE’ reaction 1/?

There’s no meaning whatsoever to make a review/impression since Akatsuki’s already an old news by now, but I’m making it anyway.

Why?

BECAUSE I’VE WATCHED THE FREAKING THING FOR ALMOST 29 TIMES.

So you see, I have this super slow internet connection that basically finishes downloading at most 2/3 parts per day (the entire 24 hours). This impatient me decides to join every single part that I can get. It works, and I can watch the stage till the part that I’ve downloaded, but the video becomes corrupt. As a result? I can’t speed forward anything. No jump cuts, no fast forwards, heck only a handful of app can open the incomplete video without crashing.

And therefore I have literally sit through the entire thing for almost 29 times, more than enough info for me to comment on every single thing that happened on the scene. And yes that means I have listened to Mamoru’s sexy panting for almost 29 times.

So below you’ll find me tsukkomiing commenting on every single scene, pointing out tiny things that you might not catch on your first watch, and maybe sometimes not really making sense.

Note: Split it in parts because THE DOWNLOAD IS STILL NOT DONE AT THIS POINT TToTT

Before opening:

Mamoru’s sexy panting 

Camera takes a long time to warm up. Many odd shots during Mamoru’s fight which ended up highlighting Tomoru’s not top notch action skill.

But Tomoru’s ability to fall onto the floor is top notch

Kagami’s lack of sensitivity is top notch

Ariga immediately removing his gloves once he heard that Mamoru was safe is a very nice touch

Ichijima’s: “There’s no plan to retrieve you.” “Your messiah’s life or death is unknown.” *leaves* ASSHOLE 

You can see a bullet of sweat drop as Mamoru was forced to deal with said asshole

Adore Dr THREE’s “Jikan wa muda da” expression and way of speaking for some reason <3

Intro pace is very rapid, then very chill. Feels like you’re suddenly teleported into an accelerating car, but said car suddenly decelerate to a snail speed in the next instant.

Mamoru I get that you’re very unhinged with Yuuri’s disappearance but holy hell those eyes look like they’re going to pop out.

Opening:

HOLY CRAP THAT SYNC AT THE BEGINNING IS SO COOL

AND THEY HAVE CHARACTER NAMES INTRO–OH GOD THOSE BLUE BLOCKS WHY

Mamoru introduced himself through rolling on the floor

Kagami’s hidden smirk is so freaking cool (props to camera)

Yugi’s super wide stance and super recoil vs firing a tiny gun

Kogure you missed your glasses

Kogure was fighting an enemy before he was thrown to the front in a kneeling position then the 3 seniors took their position standing as if to cover for him at the centre of the stage. Yugi and Miike were at opposite sides of the stage. The position feels symbolic somehow.

Ariga and Mamoru firing at each other’s direction (covering), Kagami in the centre. Hmm…

I see they’ve changed the narrator of the SAKURA rules–THAT’S RYOKI! OHH IT’S THE CADETS NARRATING NOW! (I can only catch Okki & Ryoki’s voice, and maybe Mamoru’s)

Izawa having a recoil so huge from firing a sniper, you can see him bending his knee

Kogure what is wrong with your stance are you incapable of moving your top half separately from your lower half

Holy crap that Yugi kick is so damn awesome!

Now here Mamoru is in the middle and Ariga-Kagami are at the sides

Right after that is blink-and-you-miss-it ArigaMamoru moment lol

Salut not really nailing the slow motion part

Dr TEN totally nailing the slow motion part

*Kuroko came in* *smack smack* two bodies

*Amane Guen Shogo came in* *bang bang* two bodies

Then the old guys appeared, on top of a ‘sea’ of bodies. IT’S SYMBOLIC

Ichijima freaking flipped his badass coat as he walked away

Poor Kogure got to fight in the furthest (deepest) part of the stage you can’t even see him

Kogure drew his gun slowly, Yugi drew his gun rapidly, Miike just shoot.

Mamoru looks super dead as he picked up his gun and shoot 

I kinda miss the old opening, but this one’s pretty good too. I’m torn.

Intro of Gen3 cadets:

Miike-Yugi vs Mamoru:

Italy~~–oh wait it’s Miike. His voice is lighter than I expected. Kinda like dark chocolate Italy

Mamoru looking dead tired from all the previous action scenes + dead because of Yuuri

Okki being in super serious mode. Surprisingly it’s very different from what I’ve seen from him so far. Pretty nice.

During the fight, there’s a lot of moments where Yugi and Miike clash. It’s not because they can’t work with each other but rather because they won’t. Yugi immediately shoved Miike aside, preferring to fight alone. Miike passed his gun to Yugi (like 'hold my things for me’) and proceeded to fight alone.

Miike’s doing Echizen Ryoma’s Split Step. 

Okki seems a bit hesitant at times, but when he didn’t hold back, pray that he doesn’t accidentally hit you. It’ll be like the 'pat’ he gave to Isogai Ryuko, with 100x more speed.

There was an opportunity for them to fight together, but Miike realized something and decided to step back (just as Ariga was explaining how Miike knows who Yugi is but not the other way around)

Oh so that’s how Miike ended up being on top of Yugi…Huh they did this 20 times… :D

Compared to the footage from the dress rehearsal, Yugi sounded a lot more concerned with Miike’s lack of courtesy, and Miike sounded like he’s more murmuring to himself rather than chiding Yugi.

Wonder why Yugi wasn’t bothered with Miike calling him 'Kotaro’ when he chided Miike for being too casual with the senior Mamoru.

Absolutely love Kagami’s “Baaaka. Senpai namen'na yo.”

Miike’s insensitivity may rival that of Kagami’s. Amazing how Ariga out of all people is the only sensitive one here.

Mamoru looked so fed up with life. Not even in Shibi had he looked this miserable.

Ariga’s ‘Shuuryou da!’ sounds off. Does Izawa have problems with enunciating ‘r’?

Kogure & Ariga-Kagami:

Kogure being plot device to fill in background information on Mamoru and Yuuri. Poor Kogure.

SAKURA still uses pictures from the Shibi days. 

Kagami looks like a toy poodle waiting impatiently for his master to play with him on the side of the road.

I’m seeing Izawa rather than Ariga. I wonder if it’s because Ariga’s becoming more human.

Kagami looking so impressed at Kogure’s hacking skill like a kid getting his christmas present.

Kogure hesitated before asking about Ichijima, saying that his question is not something he can find in the server. Wonder why the hesitation…

Kagami weren’t you there in Polor Night (note: I still haven’t watched it as of writing this) when the whole thing with Mamiya happened? How could you still ask Ariga that you insensitive brat#1.

Kagami’s riddle: #1) insert 4 number passcode #2) the pattern unlock thing in android phones #3) slide to unlock

“Ojisan…!” Says Kagami looking happy, confused, shocked, in disbelief, and vengeful all at once.

Kuroko Mamoru scene:

The Church now has an AI. Awesome!

Mamoru’s heartfelt scream is beautiful.

Kuroko: “Kamikita sa~n” vs “Ichi”, and yet the distance between him and Ichi is further than with Kamikita sa~n.

Kuroko’s male voice is also beautiful.

I wonder if Kuroko did a mini ad-lib here by changing his 'prince charming’ question every time.

Mamoru Ichijima scene:

Asshole Ichijima still does that lil fist pump whenever he brought up the graduation mission.

Ichijima seems unusually pissed off. “You have no right to refuse!”

I miss ‘Kuroko’ already.

Ichijima: “It is said that night is the darkest before dawn.” This asshole really has a way with words goddangit.

The first mission scene:

James is so beautiful <3

Okki you’re holding such a tiny gun so far away from you it’s not like the gun’s going to explode on your hand

Romano Salyut totally trashed the Gen3 cadets 

MiikeKogure moment#1: Kogure slid on the floor to go and cover Miike.

Kuroko being kinda useless in fighting is a nice touch. He might be one hell of a person before, but he’s trying his best to tame himself, and it’s slowly taking over. It’s very realistic.

Kuroko’s fight has to have the most sound effect (in terms of Kuroko gasping with every single attack)

Also I think Kony is not really made to do action.

The underling guy that got possessed can act pretty well. He’s adorbs.

MiikeKogure moment#2: Kogure went to save Miike who was caught by the enemy.

Kagami being thrown and caught by Mamoru. Kagami being thrown and caught by Izawa. Never knew it’s a three way thing.

Yugi trying to judo flip the enemy and ended up flying. Imagine a pair of ice skater, the one who is being lifted up by the waist. Like that.

Eww Araken guy you’re giving your used lollipop to Salyut–oh ok thank god Salyut didn’t eat it

The only person in this team who will spare a glance at a fallen comrade (Kagami) besides his own messiah is Yugi

The only person who will yell out people’s names in battle other than their own messiah is also Yugi (“Shirasaki-san!” “Ariga-san!”)

KogureMiike moment #3: “Bring the bodies”   *Yugi went to carry one body* Kogure: “Miike-san”   Miike: “Eh?Ehhhh…”

Now I want to see more KogureMiike moments

Ariga Izawa-Kagami scene:

Sugie can really pull off that fake smile really well

Ariga: “Izuzu…”   Kagami: “'Isonson?’ Sounds like first and last name” Ariga->>>Izawa Kagami is very amused by Ariga’s transformation

Kagami: “Call me Itsuki”  Izawa: *ONIGAWARA*

Shikura-Guen scene:

Guen’s eyes are permanently as big as Mamoru’s at the opening

Also Guen can totally be Kuroko#2

And he looks like a puppy daww~

Shikura-keibikyoukujichou(?) is such a long title. “Ichijima kakarichou(?)” is already long enough.

Doctors-Mamoru scene:

Kuroko trying to feed microchip into Dr THREE and apologized profusely after that.

Dr TEN: “Sometimes science can be about fantasy” Dr THREE: *Frown + Raised eyebrows*

Dr THREE: “Inside Shirazaki Mamoru’s head, it’s full of Yuuri Kaito” *KUROKO SMACK*

Btw that slipper has some kind of pink ribbon or heart on it

Kuroko doesn’t even normally wear slipper in his caretaker costume so why on earth is he bringing it around

Ichijima can’t deal with Kuroko’s antics lol–oh of course he can by being an asshole as usual

Ichijima really likes to remind those who have lost their messiahs of said fact

With Kamikita, Kuroko feels like an assistant. With Ichijima, Kuroko becomes another Sakura cadet. 

During that serious Kuroko moment, keep in mind he still has the pink slipper in his gun holster

[kamuwrites]

Summary:

Tsukishima wonders what his life is, to work with the forces of the universe (actually two particularly nosy best friends) to ensure two natural phenomenons make ends meet.

An in-between fic that is not quite a sequel but rather an intermission from Rainbow of Rivers.

2,411 words

“Why do you always touch your bandages?”

Bokuto looks at his hand pressed over the square patch on his arm. He hadn’t even noticed he was doing it until Tsukishima had pointed it out.

“Imagine it’s my hand that’s healing your itchy wounds, Bokuto-san.”

“I don’t know,” Bokuto replies, “It’s a habit.”

Tsukishima glances over from the top of his computer. “Habits usually start because they remind you of someone,” he says, ever the random fact teller.

Bokuto never thought of it like that. Actually, he has thought about it, several times when he found himself alone or accidentally watering the houseplants that didn’t belong to him. He never thought about it deeply, afraid something might come from it and change something he couldn’t reverse back to how it was before.

“Tsukki, do you think I could break this habit?” Bokuto asks.

Tsukishima pauses in his typing. “You can,” he says, “but it might trick you to do an even worse habit. You look like the type to pick at your scabs.”

He’s spot on. Sometimes, Bokuto wishes Tsukishima weren’t as acute as he demonstrates time and time again when Bokuto doesn’t know he needs it.

“You’re such an uncute kid,” Bokuto says, leaning across the desk and pinching his cheek. “What happened to that teenager who used to blush whenever I hugged you lots and told you how much I love your smiles?”

“You hugged me against my will and according to Kuroo-san, they were smirks,” Tsukishima retorts, unfettered by Bokuto’s nostalgia. “I do not smile to smile.”

“Aw, so uncute.” Bokuto releases his cheek to rest his head on his hands. “You’re right, though. I was a scab-picker until I was taught a different way to deal with it.”

“Why would you want to break it, anyway? You learned for the better.”

Bokuto grins and caresses the bandage like an old memory.

“Maybe I like the pain?”

Tsukishima sends him a look of disbelief.

“You’re a masochist.”

Bokuto bursts out into laughter and spins in his rolling chair.

“You’re probably right, Tsukki! I love pain! It keeps me alive!”

Tsukishima glances around in hopes no one outside the office is looking in on them and wondering what the two weirdos are doing confessing their undying, secret love for BDSM.

Bokuto settles to a stop and presses his face in his hands, elbows on his knees as he moans in woe.

“Ah, I miss him! I miss pain! I love happiness, I love everything in the world!” Bokuto exclaims. Surprisingly, no one pops their head in to check if they’re okay. They must know by the volume that Bokuto is feeling particularly honest that day.

“Miss who?” Tsukishima asks in polite courtesy for their ongoing conversation. He has learned throughout the years that multitasking, especially with a hyperactive and distracting boss, is the best solution to get anything done.

“I long, Tsukki! I desire! I want the sun to come back but what can I do if it’s gone for good?” Bokuto jabs a finger in his face.

“Nothing, because the earth will have already exploded along with the destruction of the sun?” Tsukishima tentatively suggests.

Bokuto crosses his arms together into an X. “Wrong! The answer is to make fire. Tsukki, I thought you were smarter than this.”

“I am, but you didn’t tell me the sun was gone temporarily,” Tsukishima deigns to defend himself against the fraying logic Bokuto tends to parade around when he’s avoiding something.

Tsukishima stops on that thought. Bokuto is avoiding something.

“The sun is gone,” Bokuto is saying, waving his arms around dramatically. “He’ll never come back because he’s tired and wants to sleep. What can we do when the thing that’s been with us every step of the way says ‘Sorry, I can’t do this anymore’ and goes away? That’s like a mother saying she wants to retire and go on a vacation after taking care of her child into adulthood. It’s piety, Tsukki.”

“I’m surprised you know what that means, Bokuto-san,” Tsukishima says.

“I’m your boss, I’m supposed to know things!”

Tsukishima refuses to reply to that in fear he may contradict himself and get struck by lightning.

Instead, he tells Bokuto to go do his work or else he won’t eat lunch with him later. Bokuto laughs out of the room, saying “cute, uncute” like a mantra.

Tsukishima leans back in his chair, idly counting the stucco marks on the ceiling. He shuts his eyes once spots appear, sighing. Indefinitely, Kuroo’s text two months ago appears like a ghost to the front of his mind.

“Bokuto’s lost. Anchor him at work so he doesn’t disappear.”

He clicks his tongue. It’s easier said than done, but Kuroo has always had a confidence in Tsukishima that he could take care of himself and others if he put in the effort. He hates how Kuroo is always right, even though most of the stuff that spews out of his mouth is taken out of his ass.

In times like these, Tsukishima has no choice but to turn to that guy for help.

He unlocks his phone and dials the number he has on speed dial.

“Hello. This is Kei. Can we meet up at the cafe you recommended last time?” Tsukishima can’t help the fondness when he hears the familiar chirp on the other end of the line. “Sure. I’ll see you then.”

He puts away his phone at the knock on the door. His secretary voices that his next appointment has arrived; he looks at the progress on his screen and figures he can work on the rest early tomorrow before Bokuto clocked in.

He tells them he’ll be there right away, but not before warning to lock the office after he leaves; Bokuto had a tendency to fall asleep on his nice leather couch when he was out.

They nodded in agreement, but Tsukishima knew the truth. They had no power to stop Bokuto if he ordered for Tsukishima’s office to be opened. They both knew if Bokuto wanted something, he always received it.

Tsukishima sighs for the tenth time that day.

Friends were so hard to maintain.

However, it’s why he loves them, a voice long gone from this world reminds.

He hides the shaking of his hands in his pocket as he makes his way to the conference room to meet his client. If Tsukishima looks particularly glass-eyed when he enters the room, no one mentions it.

All throughout the meeting, he finds his mind wandering. He pushes down the ache in his chest at the thought of his two best friends who filled each other’s cracks so completely they made a whole. Tsukishima developed admiration and envy of what they had.

He’s my sun, Bokuto once said years ago.

His lips quirk at the memory. He remembers the disappointment, hearing that, since Tsukishima couldn’t shine as brightly as Akaashi had.

Eventually, he figured for some that the light of the moon was enough.

xXx

Yamaguchi Tadashi has only grown ever cooler throughout the years, not because Tsukishima has bias or anything. Yamaguchi truly was, and always has been, true to himself and does what he wants. For a long time, all he wanted was to be by Tsukishima’s side. The summer Tsukishima met Bokuto, Tsukishima linked how similar the two were: unnecessarily loud, totally brazen, zealously dedicated, and stupidly honest. He apparently had a soft spot for their brand of crazy.

The person before Tsukishima oozed out maturity and experience. He had taken to wearing glasses part-time (“Not that I want to copy you, Tsukki!”), and his clothes were stylish yet casual so no one could tell his true age (“I really only buy what looks nice, though?”). There was a tattoo on his collarbone, peaking out from the white button up he wore. The pink petals teased at the sakura tree Yamaguchi had gotten when he was 19, saying the movement of the petals reminded him of the pinch serve he had worked to perfection in high school. The tree sprouted from the middle of his back to branch outward, reaching out for more skin to paint over. Tsukishima was breathless the first time he saw.

“Did I ever tell you that you’re cool? Because you are. Dammit, Yamaguchi.” Tsukishima had hated to admit it, but his best friend was a natural.

“Sorry, Tsukki,” Yamaguchi had chimed habitually.

Communication had never been a problem between them, so Tsukishima starts with the reason they were there once they get seated.

“I don’t personally know Bokuto-san, but he sounds awfully a lot like someone I know,” Yamaguchi says after Tsukishima finishes explaining Bokuto’s situation.

“Really?” If Yamaguchi knew someone that was a replica of Bokuto, Tsukishima should have met them by now.

“Yep. You’ve met him, too.”

It was like Yamaguchi read his mind. The ability of his showed up at the most (in)opportune times.

“Why mention him now?” Tsukishima asks.

Yamaguchi shrugs, eyes wide and expression oddly innocent as he sips at his milk tea. “They sound like they could be good friends.”

It’s exactly why he gives Tsukishima a number, and how Tsukishima receives a direct line to the infamous Oikawa Tooru himself.

“Tadashi gave you my number? Then, I guess you’re okay.” His voice is vaguely snooty and makes Tsukishima want to choke him. Only he is allowed to be condescending and sarcastic for no reason.

“What did you need, Tsukki-chan?” Oikawa asks.

“For one, don’t call me that,” Tsukishima says automatically. “Just Kei is fine.”

“Kei-chan,” Oikawa amends.

It’s one step better than the double nickname. “Sure.”

“So?” Oikawa says after a lengthy pause. “Why did Tadashi feel the need to introduce me to his bestest best friend in the whole wide world?”

Gosh, this guy was irritating. “It’s not me he wanted to introduce, it’s my coworker,” Tsukishima says, reigning in on the urge to punctuate his sentence with ‘you asshole’.

“A blind date?” Oikawa interprets through some fantasy filter that annoyances like Kuroo had to one ear whenever Tsukishima spoke. “I’ll have to pass. I’m a sought after individual after all, so they could be a fan. I don’t date fans.”

At least he’s honest, if not horribly modest. “My friend’s going through a slump right now after his boyfriend—” What was a good way to phrase this? “—left him. Yamaguchi said you two might hit off since you’re both volleyball maniacs.”

“A volleyball player you say?” Oikawa perks with interest, which he obviously hadn’t conveyed earlier. Tsukishima doesn’t know how he can tell. “Show me.”

“I’ll send a picture to you.” Tsukishima finds a good shot of Bokuto when they were at the beach a few summers back. It was a candid photo taken from the side, Bokuto laughing at something someone said, his line of vision taken up by a person standing above him and off to the side out of view of the camera. He knows who it is, since he was there to take it. There’s only one person who could make Bokuto look like the world was in the palm of his hand.

“Wow,” Oikawa says when they reconnect. “Is this who I think it is?”

“Bokuto-san hasn’t been on the volleyball scene in a while,” Tsukishima provides helpfully.

Oikawa about squeals. “If Iwa-chan only knew I was going to go on a date with the Bokuto Koutarou, he’d curse me! He was such a fanboy, you know, since we’re the same age and all. How is he? You said he was in a slump. Does he need a setter?”

“I would hate to let your expectations down,” Hint, hint, sarcasm, “but he has been white collar long enough for me to be calling him boss.” Before Oikawa can make protest, Tsukishima continues, “He still plays regularly at the gym.”

“Okay, it’s settled! Give me the time and place, and I’ll be there.”

“Are you sure? You don’t even know him, Oikawa-san.”

There’s zero hesitation in the former setter’s voice when he speaks, low and filled with intent.

“How could I pass up the rare opportunity to set to one of the best spikers in my generation? Bragging rights are on the line, Kei-chan.”

“I wonder,” Tsukishima says.

“You sound doubtful,” Oikawa points out.

“Well.” The memory of Bokuto snoring in a futon wearing holey sweats, drool all over the pillow, and his face stuck in a stupid expression with his mouth wide open comes to mind. “You’ll see when you meet him.”

“See what?” Oikawa asks.

“More.”

“More?”

“More,” Tsukishima repeats adamantly.

There was no other way to describe the feeling of meeting Bokuto Koutarou for the first time.

xXx

Tsukishima pops his head into Bokuto’s office. The person in question is nose deep in paperwork. He can barely spot the rebellious tufts of slicked back gray hair from over his monitor.

“Bokuto-san, you’ll be meeting an acquaintance of mine at your regular gym. Does Friday at six work?”

Bokuto nods, mumbling and typing and approving forms like the mindless office zombie he becomes during crunch. Tsukishima thinks he barely registered his question, and leaves with a shake of his head.

He looks to Bokuto’s personal secretary. “Pencil in the time so he doesn’t forget,” he says, to which they nod dutifully.

Tsukishima enters his office relieved, plopping into his chair with a weight lifted from his shoulders. He turns on his phone and sends two quick texts, one to Oikawa and the other to Kuroo.

They both receive the same, succinct message.

[It’s done.]

One receives it with excitement in his veins. The other sends a confused, “??????”, in response along with several messages in rapid succession wondering if Tsukishima had finally resorted to assassination as an outlet for his pent up sexual frustration.

Tsukishima studiously ignores the latter. Whatever happens next is out of his hands, and if someone happens to get hurt...he’ll be there for Bokuto. Knowing Yamaguchi, he would take care of things on his end, too.

Thinking about ends and bad outcomes is bound to be a cause of disaster, so Tsukishima focuses on completing his work and filtering out the buzzing coming from his desk drawer.

Tsukishima is oblivious to the fact he would soon become the harbinger of the worst (best) combination of friendship, both persons who have no means of understanding the terms “limit” and “self-care” in their gorilla dictionaries.

His brother, somewhere out there, would definitely laughing.

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Profit First Changed My Life. It Will Change Yours Too.

Profit First by Mike Michalowicz radically changed my life.

I don’t say that lightly.

I read a lot of books, and I can honestly say that this is within the top three most impactful books of my entire life.

I feel like I’m an evangelist—I feel like the world needs this book. It should be required reading for every student graduating high school, let alone every real estate investor.

As an industry, we real estate investors struggle with ego.

We flaunt our gross revenue or deal count, painting a picture that we’re ultra-successful when behind closed doors, a lot of us are struggling financially and are stressed to the max!

It’s like there’s a hole in our pocket—no matter how many deals we do, or how much we grow, all the money that comes in simply goes back out.

Sure, we might be growing. We might be doubling the deal flow we did a year ago, but are we actually keeping any money, once it’s all said and done?

For most of us, if we’re honest… the answer is no. We’re no better off financially than when we first started our real estate business.

This isn’t right.

But there is a solution and it’s called Profit First.

Revenue – Profit = Expenses

Accountants have been lying to us.

Revenue – Expenses = Profit is dead wrong.

In Profit First, Mike introduces us to the correct formula for profit:

Revenue – Profit = Expenses

Mathematically, these equations are the same, but psychologically they’re complete opposites.

What we prioritize, we place first.

No one goes to the doctor, and upon being told they’re at risk for a heart attack, decides they’re going to put their health last. We would put our health first because there is a new sense of urgency and importance behind getting our health in order.

In the same way, if we place profit as the last priority after revenue and expenses, expenses will ALWAYS eat up our profitability.

When expenses come first, there will always be another reason to spend (or “reinvest”) our revenue.

The cornerstone of Profit First is exactly that: profit must be the priority for any business.

If it’s not, if it’s left last like traditional accounting frames it, it will always be an afterthought.

Profit First and Parkinson’s Law

Profitability boils down to a decision. We choose to be profitable by designating a certain percentage of our gross revenue to profit. Then we figure out how to run our business on what’s left.

Sometimes you may limit operating expenses if you take out profit first. Limited resources, however, leads to creativity and ingenuity. We can accomplish some amazing things with limited resources when we have no other option.

Mike Michalowicz highlights this principle by introducing something called Parkinson’s Law.

Parkinson’s Law is commonly expressed as

“Work expands so as to fill the time available for its completion.”

As supply grows, demand grows to meet it. This means that if we have an abundance of resources, like time, the amount of work given to a certain task will take up the amount of time allocated to accomplishing it.

The opposite is also true.

Even if the time available to perform a task is limited, we can still complete it—and will most likely be accomplished more efficiently due to the limitation.

In the Profit First book, Mike highlights this point by giving an example of a tube of toothpaste.

When it’s a fresh tube, we’re extremely generous with how much toothpaste we use.

When it’s near the end of the tube, however, we’ll squeeze and squeeze and squeeze to get one measly drip, sometimes even cutting the bottom out for maximum efficiency.

If we use this principle to run our business, we’ll soon discover many expenses we can live without.

In Profit First, Growth Is Not the Number One Goal

I spent half my life in the San Francisco Bay Area, the heartbeat of the tech and startup industry.

During my time there, I must’ve somehow picked up the idea that the ultimate goal of a business is growth at all costs.

This is not the case for most businesses.

“Growth at all costs” is something unique to the tech industry. Most tech startups exist to grow to the point that they can get acquired by another company for several million dollars. It’s similar to the objective of developing a house or sub-division, only it’s with a tech company instead of real estate.

I think that due to the popularity and innovation of the tech industry, a lot of other small business owners have fallen into the trap of “growth at all cost.”

Sure, if you’re in tech, this might be your goal leaving profitability on the wayside… but most companies don’t have this objective!

Especially real estate investors, we’re trying to use real estate as a vehicle to grow our wealth and gain more financial freedom.

So, profitability must come first!

The right amount of revenue and deal flow will present itself as a by-product once we prioritize profit.

The Practicals of Profit First

Entrepreneurs are wired in a certain way. We don’t like accounting software and complexity. For us, if we see money in the account, that means we can spend that money on whatever we need or want for the business. If money isn’t there, we hit the panic button and go into grind mode to move more inventory as fast as possible.

Sure, accountants try to tame us into using tools like Quickbooks telling us, “Never look at the business account!” But what do we end up doing?

Every day, we open our accounts and look.

Profit First is a system built around our natural entrepreneurial behavior to manage our finances through bank accounts. This is essentially the envelope system, modernized by creating several accounts dedicated to specific functions in our business.

At a basic level, Profit First teaches five foundational checking accounts:

Income

Profit

Owner’s Compensation

Tax

Operating Expenses

Two more savings accounts should be held at a different bank.

Profit Hold

Tax Hold

Each checking account serves as an “envelope” or “bucket” for different needs of the business.

Cyclically (the book recommends every 2nd and 25th of the month), predetermined allocation amounts will be distributed to each account based on the current goals and needs of the business.

The income account serves as a place for all revenue to land before serving the allocations designated for each account.

There are target allocation amounts (referred to as TAPs) that Mike recommends in the book based on the revenue of a company.

However, a business might have unique circumstances that hinder its availability to meet TAPs. Therefore, current allocation amounts (CAPs) are what a business actually decides to allocate. These are usually updated on a quarterly basis and, again, are specific to the needs and goals of the company.

There is a maxim around Profit First:

When in doubt, open an account!

As a real estate investor, I’ve added a new account to the five essentials that I call the “OPM” account. This is where I place any private or hard money loans and rent deposits.

If a business owner needs a new place to hold resources for a specific need, they can simply create one by creating a new checking account!

It’s just that simple.

The Difference Between Profit and Owner’s Compensation

When you see the five essential accounts above, you might have noticed that there is one for profit and another for owner’s compensation.

It’s important to understand the difference between these two.

Fundamentally, YOU are the most important employee at your company, which means YOU should be compensated for tasks you perform as an employee in the business. This is what the owner’s compensation account is for—making sure you get paid a salary!

Now simultaneously, you’re not only the important employee in your business but you’re also an owner that works on the business.

This is where the profit account comes in.

The owner’s compensation is the money you make for working in your business and profit is the money you earn working on your business.

Typically, the owner’s compensation is paid out regularly (weekly, bi-monthly, or monthly) and profit distribution usually occurs quarterly.

Why Two Savings Accounts at a Different Bank?

Mike Michalowicz is pretty adamant about making sure you set up at least two savings accounts at a separate bank from where you hold the five essential checking accounts.

Again, these two savings accounts are called Profit Hold and Tax Hold.

If we already have a Profit and Tax checking account, why go through the hassle of setting up these savings accounts at a different bank?

Because we’re all human and are subject to temptation.

If we kept all of our profit and tax allocations in a place where we can see it, and that next “once in a lifetime” deal presents itself, we’ll be incredibly tempted to steal from these accounts to make that deal happen.

To avoid this, he strongly suggests having the profit savings and tax savings tucked away where you’ll never see them. He even goes as far as to say these two savings accounts shouldn’t even have online banking established. It should be extremely difficult to access these accounts!

This is why we set up a checking account and savings account for Profit and Taxes. The checking accounts serve as a holding place prior to transfers taking place.

Transferring funds to an outside bank may take a couple of days to complete and Mike doesn’t want profit or tax allocations to “accidentally” end up in the operating expense account.

Profit First-Friendly Banks

When it comes to the checking and savings account options for Profit First, there are a couple of requirements:

There should be no minimum balance fees or monthly service fees.

The bank needs to allow unlimited checking/savings accounts.

The bank needs to allow you the ability to nickname the accounts.

I personally like a bank called 1st Internet Bank. They’re 100% online, and have options that meet all these requirements. Additionally, they have some very competitive interest rates on their savings accounts, and they allow you the ability to “hide” accounts through the online portal.

This makes it so I can keep my Profit Hold and Tax Hold at the same bank as my essential accounts, while still honoring the system of never being able to see them.

Alternatively, when researching banks, I heavily considered the following:

First Financial Bank

First American Bank

Regions Bank

These banks have limited presence nationwide, and they’re certainly not the only options out there. Most local banks and credit unions have options to meet the Profit First requirements; you may just have to do some research.

If holding my Profit and Tax Hold accounts ever becomes too tempting at 1st Internet Bank, I plan to set up my savings account through Live Oak Bank, which also provides highly competitive interest rates.

Final Thoughts

Again, Profit First has radically changed my life.

I now have a framework to understand how to manage money.

I realized through implementing Profit First in my land business, you need two aspects to become a successful real estate investor.

There’s the side of mastering your craft—being the best at finding deals and working your magic as an investor. But there’s also the side of learning how to run a business, specifically how to run the finances of a business.

These are two sides of the same coin.

To be truly successful through real estate, we must learn to master both sides. And for me, Profit First was the piece that was missing.

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