#tetsu tuesday :]

[seaweed-s0up]

happy tachioda tuesday

here’s the reason oda jun taught himself CPR

[tiphares]

even if we left the house finally like tbh we were at the mall 10 mins went thru the uncle tetsus entrance to get a cheese cake n drop off a bag that needs a replacement zipper at a tailor n then dipped n took the long walk home stoppin at the park n creek to look at trees n now home exhausted, even if we rnt contagious n on the mend theres NO WAY we r going out partyin tn...like halloween is technically on tuesday so we might still do smthn then but no way. im orderin in n we r watchin blair witch 2016 🤷

[tetzoro]

Good morning sweetheart! I hope today is an absolutely wonderful day for you! I was thinking tonight we could attempt at making our own tacos for taco tuesday, thoughts? I promise I won't try and burn down the kitchen again 🙏🏻

I can't wait to get home and shower you in the affection that you deserve 💖

-tetsuro

tetsu hii hi love (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) !! i hope you have a wonderful day too hehe <3 hmm i think we can ^_^ i have faith in you dw .. just wait till i get home pls T^T cant wait to be home and in ur arms fr ;(( <33

[lotusug]

CHAPTER 1.7 HOLD, RELEASE

Early in the morning.

Ritsuki wandered the stores of the 8th floor, meandering between shelves. Name brands galore oversaturate his senses as he weaves his way around the massive shop floor. Blink and you'll miss it cameos dot his peripherals, brushing against his fingertips, but when the sound of clocks striking 10 again refocus his gaze onto something he can't ignore in the sea of fashion.

One of the clothing racks had moved back to its original position. And thus it reveals something that was hidden below it all along--

Panic strikes. It's finally happened... It's hard not to just take in just how unusual this particular event is, but there's no denying it.

Someone had died. Someone had killed.

Gathering his thoughts, Ritsuki calls for Bloody Mari and Tetsu.

As soon as all three lay eyes on... the body, a message pops up in everyone's phones.

キタ━━━(゜∀゜)━━━ッ!! HEYYY MURDER HAPPENED ON FLOOR 8 COME LOOK! IT'S INVESTIGATION TIME (((o(* °▽° *)o)))

A body has been found! Investigation will start momentarily, as soon as everyone is divided into separate groups in the rp server. You have until Tuesday, 5:30PM EST to gather all the evidence you can find.

[vapesemblestars]

#87

[iwadori]

When they neglect you for another girl Part 5 (Kuroo)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Word count: 1.3K

Genre: angst, fluff

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You and Kuroo have been dating all throughout highschool and now your in you first year of university

It’s a bit harder to see each other because of your conflicting class schedules

But when you did see eachother kuroo has been acting a big suspicious, ‘secretly’ glancing at his phone or always needing to head out early.

And you were going to get to the bottom of this.

You were just finished with your class, and you had plans to meet your boyfriend at the library so he could tutor you for your chem test that you on Tuesday. On your way over there, you got boba for both of you and some study snacks to get you through the session.

You arrived their first, which you didn’t really mind as Kuroo was usually a bit late to your study sessions (especially recently with his dodgy behaviour.) You decided to go over your recent class notes as you were waiting, which was pretty useless as you didn’t understand anything.  

You actually met Kuroo bonding over chemistry, since it definitely wasn’t your best subject so in your first year your chem teacher suggested getting a tutor and recommend Kuroo Testuro the self proclaimed best ‘chemist’ in the school.

It’s been half an hour and Kuroo hadn’t shown up, you were about to call him until you saw a quite disheveled looking Kuroo who is heaving out of breath.

“Tetsu, what happened to you?” you exclaim with amusement.

“Umm I kind of got in a fight?” he said questioning himself “well not really a fight but a disagreement.”

“A fight? With who?” you said a bit too loudly, as the librarian gave you an obnoxious ‘shusshhhh’ glaring at you.

“It doesn’t matter babe.” he said nonchalantly “I see you have your electrolysis work out, why don’t we get started.”

“But what abo-”

“So what is positive, the anode or the cathode?” he asked distracting you from asking him about what happened.

You spent two hours going over all the topics that were going to come up on your exam, and you can’t lie and say Kuroo didn’t help you. However, you weren’t as focused as you were wondering what happened to him.

After your study session, you both went to your dorms. Sadly, you couldn’t share a room since your University didn’t allow co-ed dorms (and maybe if you did live together, you’d be able to understand his odd behaviour.)

Even though he was still in highschool, every Friday afterschool you and Kenma made sure to spend atleast an hour playing a game online together, and today it was minecraft.

“Kenma help, theres a creeper outside my door!” you screech frantically running around on game.

“One second Y/N” he murrmed

“Kenma, do you know what’s going on with Kuroo.” you inquire.

“What do you mean, isn’t he being his loud cat-like self?” he responded

“Well yeah of course, but recently he’s been on his phone ALOT, and always leaving our dates early or showing up late and stuff so I don’t know I thought maybe you’d know something.”

“Oh maybe it’s just that he’s been pretty busy with Hana right now.” he said nochalantly

“Who’s Hana?” you say, your eyes squinting.

“Oh you don’t know Hana,” he said a bit surprised “Ooops Kuroo’s going to be so mad at me.”

“Mad at you, what do you mean mad at you?”  

“Um, I got to go by Y/N!” he said quickly

“But Ken-” the sound of him leaving the party cut you off, and now you were in more of a confused slump then you were before. What is Kuroo hiding? And who the hell is Hana?

Since you couldn’t go over to Kuroo’s dorm right now because of your universities weird curfew times, you decided the only thing you can do right now is call him. After a few rings he finally answered and you could hear his background was really loud.

“Um, Y/N this isn’t really the best time right now – ow shit.” he said frantically.

“Kuroo, what's going on it sounds like you’re at a rave. Wait are you at a rave?”  

“No I'm not at a rave I'm just – Hana stop doing that.” he said trying to whisper the last bit.

“Who’s Hana, Kenma mentioned her on PlayStation tonight but he didn’t explain.”

“Kenma did what? God – Ouch “there was ruffling in the background before Kuroo finally “Sorry Y/N I got to go..”

He hangs up before you could respond. What is wrong with these boys today?  

It was your study week break, so you don’t really go into school to do classes you just have to prepare for studying. Which was great for you, since you could actually get revision done without being distracted and you can avoid Kuroo whilst thinking about what happened a few days ago.

Kuroo didn’t message you anyways, which kind of sucked, since these chemistry notes aren’t going to learn themselves. You went over each of your topics that you need to learn and you’d say you were pretty much ready for your exams. So for the rest of the week, you didn’t have much to do. Kenma was pretty busy with volleyball and his high school life and your boyfriend was still being odd and you didn’t have any real close friends at Uni since you’re only a first year and Kenma and Kuroo were mainly all you needed anyways.

You chose to go on a date, by yourself, to your favourite bookstore café to have some ‘self care’ time. On the way their you heard a familiar voice shouting down the street, looking in that direction you saw your boyfriend yelling “HANA!” “HANA!” repeadetly.  

Going over to him you said, “Kuroo, are you okay?”

“Umm hey Y/N...” he said awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck “to what do I owe this pleasure?”

“The pleasure of being my boyfriend properly again,” you said smartly.

“Oh Y/N shit, im sorry about that” he apologised “I’ve just been really busy right now with Ha-”

“Hana.” you say rolling your eyes “Who is she?”

“I can’t really say Y/N, it was meant to a be a surprise.”

“A surprise for who?” you say  

“Well fo-”

Before you can finish you say a loud ‘HISSS!’ Come from near your feet. “Hana! Thank god!” Kuroo said picking her up, but then dropping her again when she did a even louder HISSS at him. “Umm I really need to work on that..”

“So this is Hana.” you say a bit stunned “She’s a cat.”

“Indeed she is.” he said “ surprise...”

“You got me a cat?” you said still very stunned

“Indeed I did.”

“A feral cat?”  

“Feral!” he said shocked “What do you mean feral!”

“Tetsu! She’s obviously feral!” you say reprimanded him.

“No she’s not! Look” he tried to pet her again and she nearly bit him and then sped off “Okay...maybe she is.”

Kuroo explained that he saw this cat one time outside of his dorm building and wanted to adopt her and give her to you as a gift. He’s been spending his time trying to ‘train her’ but every time it would result in Kuroo getting scratched up or him having to try and chase her around the city. You did appreciate the sentiment, however you reminded Kuroo that if he would’ve told you, you could’ve easily shown him that she was feral or if he listened to Kenma, then Kenma would’ve told him (which he did) that she was feral.

Kuroo did feel bad that his big plan didn’t work and he ended up looking like an idiot, not knowing the difference between a stray and feral cat. But you took him to a cat café as a little ‘pick me up,’ and promised him that for his birthday you’ll adopt a real cat for him.  

An: this is basically a shit post but who cares 😃 Also am I the only that thinks that hana being a feral cat in the end is funny? Or is my humour that dry😭

[icybreaths]

/Happy vday, mun! curious to know why you ship jewel with grimmjow. What's the story there?

|| Asks || @justakon ||

💙Happy Valentines Day to you too! 'u'💙

WHEW OKAY GRIMMJE HOURS LET'S GO!

//It’s long and I’m sorry. 8(

-- First, background context I think will be useful.

From Jewel’s feral scrapping and political stirring in her Rukongai days, to gaining her zanpakuto in Shino and entering the Eleventh division, violence has always been a part of her life.

Jewel’s zanpakuto spirit, Hyouhakyoku, pushes her to her limit on the daily to simply exist as she does. Hyou is a relentless, biting energy that refuses to accept her wielder unless she dances to the same, wild beat at all times. As one can imagine, such a state of being is taxing to reign in when she doesn’t want to be in that state all the time but her mind is – nor is it socially acceptable.

Anger, bared teeth, bleeding, adrenaline, and war are all wound into her reflection – that beast has always been there and it’s an integral part of her soul’s foundation.

On the other side of that coin, we have a soul who’s chasing the freedom of the Antarctic winds – a woman who desires a disconnection from all things that threaten to tie her down. She craves to explore the earth pole to pole in her solitude, yet is chained to her duties in her division and the Gotei.

She’s bound to rules, responsibilities, judgment, and her past in her current position. She’s made promises about controlling and finessing her zanpakuto and she’s slow to realize that she cannot keep her word, and it’s enraging, and it’s Tuesday morning and she has another day of work to tackle.

Do your job. Get your shit together. Why are you angry all the time? Wanna hang out sometime? What Lieutenant can’t control her own blade? You doesn’t belong here. Let’s fight. I need a medic. You don’t know what sparring is do you?

She’s content as a quaking glacier on the verge of setting off a tsunami.

-- In relationships.

Jewel had a couple of relationships under her belt before meeting Grimmjow.

Her first partner, Kakós (v: TBTP), was a belligerent, seductively veiled monster. He reeled her in early into her entrance of the Eleventh. He spoke her combative language and knew exactly what to say and do to make her shake.

Unhealed trauma ate at him for years prior to meeting her, and her fresh face was the perfect thing to vent on. She accepted it at first, because violence was the way of the game in the Eleventh, right? He imprinted on her that it was the same way in love, and especially in the Eleventh.

She couldn’t take his push and pull lightning storm for too long. By the end of the arc, they broke up through a fight where she severed his arm (a symbol that he would never lay a hand on her again. It was his last fleshy arm -- he only had his metal one now.)

Her second partner, Tetsuji (v: frostbitten soul), was a recent transfer from another division. He was charismatic, playful, and flirty with her. Jewel, being traumatized from Kakos, was incredibly guarded around him.

Any sort of romantic or sexual intention towards her set off her alarm bells, and even though Tetsu was friendly, she could read the undertones, and she wasn’t having it. She shot him down multiple times for any romantic outings, though she eventually came around to doing something with him as friends.

Jewel found that she enjoyed hanging out with him so she did it more often. They shared similar interests in nature, art, and weaponry and a friendship was surely built over a brief time.

Something that made her question her feelings for him was how he treated others around them. He was genuinely a good person and got along with others for the most part. He was sweet and patient with her and handled her with a lightness she had never really been shown before. Tetsuji didn’t wear a mask like Kakós did; nothing about him was a facade.

For the first time, she thought, ‘Could I love someone like him? Could I have a love like that? Am I made for that?’ and decided to take the plunge. Of course he said yes. It felt right, too. One would think they were perfect for each other with the way they talked to and lit each other up.

They clashed in a few areas. Jewel’s teetering control with Hyouhakyoku made her body inhumanly cold (and frostbitten at times) to engage with sexually and it caused frustrations for both of them and embarrassment for her.

By the middle of this arc, her taste for danger and violence proved to be too much for him. She was too reckless and goading for fights during this time. Masochistic and physically abusive, Jewel subconsciously expected Tetsuji to flip on her like Kakós had and projected her unhealed trauma onto him. Tetsuji caught on to that and blew up at her over it. He was hurt over the notion that she believed he was hiding his true self from her and trying to 'poke holes in his mask' with violence.

She was just too unhinged and wild for Tetsuji to handle and they broke up over an argument.

It took Jewel some time to come to terms with the fact that she was in the wrong in that situation and tried to get Tetsuji back but he would not have her. It was a huge wake-up call to Jewel that she was.. not okay. She wasn’t okay in so many ways and it crashed upon her in an emotional wave. Had she ever been well?

She was alone again. She didn’t know how to ask for help. She isolated herself, left with a dark sea of questions only she allowed herself to carefully navigate. It was a deeply reflective time for her, and a transformative one.

-- Grimmjow.

Jewel met him during her Main Timeline arc (v: frostbitten soul), near the end of it.

In Hueco Mundo, where it’s do or die, Jewel is in an environment where she is at home with her instincts. Her zanpakuto has room to breathe and assume its more natural state. Here, she felt a sense of freedom to let loose and be herself. The desert wasn’t her home in the same way a frozen desert was, but she felt like she could fit in to a place of lawlessness. Survival. It’s what she did best.

He caught her attention during a hunt. It wasn’t the first time Jewel had seen wild hollows be torn apart but the way he moved caught her attention and she found herself studying him.

An electric presence. Swift. Unforgiving. Jugulars wound through a clawed hand and a bloody smile. A buffet for one.

She wondered then if she would have been another morsel on the side if she danced with that. A foolish part of her wanted to know but a smarter part knew better than to try.

He noticed her but it wasn’t a death match on sight. Jewel was at a point where she did not attack anyone who did not attack her first – which was odd to him, that a Shinigami would see him and not immediately think ‘oh shit evil gotta do summin about that--’ It was also weird that she was seemingly by herself (she’s got an arrancar shaped taxi hiding away but that’s not important here asdf).

There’s an inherent curiosity there and questions that go unanswered but they banter nonetheless, and she eventually gets the opportunity to show off her own skills in front of him.

Jewel doesn’t behave like a typical Shinigami. Enemies aren’t enemies because of how they look nor does she judge their actions unless they affect her personally. Everyone is on a neutral slate and are defined by their actions through her eyes. Once crossed, she’s zero to sixty with her violence, and has a rather animalistic way of fighting (like he is).

From the outside, she appears every inch dangerous and like a walking environment altering weapon. She's not soft. She doesn’t pretend to be something she’s not.

Vulnerability is off the table at the beginning but they’re drawn to each other’s wild nature. Jewel sees a kindred spirit in Grimmjow’s need to keep himself at the top of the food chain, his rebelliousness to the professional system he was placed in, and need for autonomy. Freedom.

They both carry a demanding presence. There’s no question in their minds that the other is dangerous, but they retain a curious fascination with each other despite that. The striving for power courses through both of them and to watch the other fight is stimulating, coupled with snarky shots at the other amid it all (how fun.) It goes unspoken that if one crossed a boundary that it would be a bloodbath for the both of them. It’s a quiet level of respect.

They crave passion, in different yet reflective ways. Grimmjow, a harbinger of Destruction, seeks to crumble foundations in his outer world and build a throne for himself out of the rubble; a lone king in the moonlit darkness. Jewel, a harbinger of Ice Ages, who carries potentially world altering power, wields herself as a Creator as she crumbles foundations within herself to sculpt herself into something new, finessed; the queen of her own power.

When Creator and Destroyer meet there’s an unlimited potential for change – one way being the view that shinigami and arrancar don’t have to be ‘natural enemies’.

They’re both wanderers, hunters, and killers who come to read each other’s body language well. It's familiar, yet entirely foreign. They come from different worlds.

They don’t need each other, nor demand anything from each other. There is no tying the other down they can come and go as they please. There's that sense of freedom right there. Both would be just as fine on their own, but I think they would find a sense of home in each other that says, ‘Oh… someone that reminds me of me,’ and I think it could be a deeply platonic thing or something that could become romantic. It would be a slow burn for both of them, but they spark a flame in each other’s soul regardless of the outcome.

I think I could mayhaps type more but

I'll share some headcanons about them here if you’re interested, just a bunch of other little reasons why I love Jewel and Grimmjow: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

Thank you for sending this, @justakon ! c:

[kiyoors]

build me up, buttercup iii

kuroo tetsuro x reader

wc: 500ish ¿?

this is the final installment in my tiny drabble series, build me up, buttercup,, this can be read as a stand alone, but it would make a little more sense after reading parts one and two :)

Kuroo is not dumb. 

he's long accepted the speeding of his heart whenever your eye happens to catch his, the tingling of his skin when your hand brushes against his whenever he asks to borrow a pen, the subconscious, dumb, loopy grin he can't help but show whenever he has the urge to smooth the wrinkle of your brow. 

Kuroo Tetsuro has come to terms with the flame he carries for you, and he's more than happy to tend to the hearth that is his heart if it's you that it'll warm. 

he's not dumb, but maybe he is afraid of what'll happen, what you'll do, if he ever were to show you the full of his heart and burn you in the process-- to singe the ends of your hair, and scald your tongue, and scorch your skin, and to have you never return to him. 

but when you don't show up to Monday's or Tuesday's lecture, he's even more afraid of the thought that your skin may have iced over, heart a-froze, lips pale and icy. 

Kuroo is also not a stalker-- he'd like to clarify. 

he only knows where you live because he'd once seen you from across the street, huffing and huddling in a million and one scarves and a pom pom winter hat, enter this exact building. 

standing over the worn welcome mat of your front door, he smiles at the thought of you. he wants to see his buttercup, scowl and wrinkled brow and all. 

really, that'd be enough. he just wants to make sure you're okay, and then he'll take his heart, cheeks scorching, and leave you be. 

maybe, deep in his heart, he wishes you'd ask him to stay. 

it's only after three knocks and five text messages that you open the door, and a cold front meets him. 

literally. sort-of. maybe? you have a cold, he realizes. 

if he were his suave, pain-in-the-ass, lecture hall self, he'd try to make some teasing remark about his sick buttercup, but today, finally looking at you after missing your for five aching days, he's Kuroo Tetsuro, raw hearted and warm. 

"hey, buttercup," he starts, voice soft and fond, and you're tired and achey and a little stiff at the odd tone he uses, but you can't help but be drawn to the easing feeling he radiates. 

"tetsu," your voice is small and tired, "'m not feeling well," you tell him. you haven't let him in yet; you don't want him to see you like this. 

"I know, baby," he continues, and he inches his palm forward, brushing the apple of your cheek before resting it on your forehead. if you had been maybe a little more coherent, you would have reacted to the change in nickname. 

you relish in the warmth of his skin. you find yourself to be no longer shivering. 

"have you eaten?" he asks you. 

you chew at your bottom lip and it's how kuroo knows you're lying when you mumble, "a little." 

he doesn't call you out on your dishonesty, though, and instead he swallows, preparing himself for rejection, "can I come in, buttercup?" 

you nuzzle deeper into the soothing heat of his skin, giving yourself in. "yes," you say. 

as soon as he crosses the threshold, you feel your tiny apartment become home. 

it's a motion picture of tenderness: he feels like blankets by the hearth and a warm drink as he tucks you in bed with the promise of warm food when you wake up. 

you feel warm lips on your heated forehead, and you catch his hand before he leaves. there's still a splinter of ice in one of your hearts that you need to take care of. 

"I'm sorry I didn't show up that night," you mumble. 

Kuroo's breath catches, assuring you that you don't need to explain yourself to him, but you tighten your fingers around his wrist, eyes glassy as he kneels next to you. 

"you weren't feeling your best, yeah," he reasons, large hands now encasing your cold ones, "s'alright that you decided to stay." 

and while, yes, that is true, there's still more to it. 

"I didn't want you to see me like this," you confess— cold and half dead, eyes empty and indifferent to the world, because that was everything that kuroo wasn't. Kuroo Tetsuro, caring and warm, teasing and joyous, with a remark ready at the tip of his tongue, and full of life. 

you didn't want to put out the fire within him, and he didn't want to burn you. 

you realize now that you are keeper of his hearth. and, sometimes, he'll singe your skin, while other times, you'll forget to feed his fire, but he’ll make it up to you with the soft press of his lips to your aching skin, and you’ll soothe him with a cool brush of your hand, setting him ablaze.

kuroo tetsuro melted the ice around your heart, you realize when you wake up, disoriented, to the sounds of gentle humming.

it hits you just like that first crumpled up paper ball he threw at the back of your head the first time he met you.

“hey, buttercup,” you hear him call out just like that first time he did,

i love you.

[anxious2dsimp]

Haikyuu Dads celebrating Mother's Day | Osamu, Iwaizumi, & Kuroo

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Pairings: Osamu x Reader, Iwaizumi x reader, Kuroo x Reader.

Flavor: Fluffy af bby ☁️

Reader: Female Mother!Reader

Format: Drabbles (1.1k words total)

Warnings: None, just fluffy mom (y/n) enjoying her lovely family.

A/N: Mother's Day just really sent me into a Haikyuu dads brainrot and these scenarios have been stuck in my head all day. Enjoy!

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Osamu

You tried to stifle your giggles as you sat at your home’s dining room table, the sound of childish bickering and hushed laughter coming from behind the closed kitchen door. “I’ll take the plates, you take the flowers,” the voice of one of your little boys demanded. “Nuh, uh! S’ my turn to take the food, I pwomise I won’t dwop it,” the youngest of the two boys replied while you could hear your husband’s quiet snorts in the background. Your face of surprise was ready when the door swung open a few seconds later to reveal your two sons holding onto either side of a plate, your husband standing behind them keeping an eye on them and the food so it got soundly to where you sat. Osamu and you exchanged a soft smile at the sight of your two boys working together with a concentrated pout that reminded you of their father’s as they slowly brought the food over. Heart-shaped onigiris of your favorite flavor plated with sesame seeds forming a smiley face were placed in front of you, the oldest smiling proudly as he boasted about how they made them themselves. You ruffled their hair and congratulated both boys who beamed at your comment on how they were greater cooks than their father. The cook in question sharing a knowing grin with you, both aware that in reality, he had made all the bases while the kids ensembled the shapes. “Happy Mother’s Day!” The two kids hugged you tightly in your chair, climbing onto you as you hug them back, feeling your heart swell with pride at what your husband and you had created. “Happy Mother’s Day,” Osamu said as he walked over to you, his lazy smirk paired with eyes full of love as his rough hand lifted your chin to capture your lips in a kiss. “Eww get a woom!” the youngest one exclaimed, as the older one made gagging sounds, you and your husband breaking apart to share a surprised look as you both chuckled, trying to figure out where the little boy learned that, probably uncle Atsumu. That Sunday at home, as you shared lunch with your three favorite people in the world to celebrate, all you felt was warmth.

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Iwaizumi

Your eyes fluttered open at the feeling of your husband’s side of the bed being empty like it usually was early in the mornings, when he went for his run or cooked a healthy breakfast. He had kept this up even since the birth of your little girl, making it a bonding moment between them as he brought her energetic self along. Hajime knew how much effort it took to keep up with work and motherhood along with so many other things, so he loved sharing time with her daughter with the added bonus of it giving you a well-deserved rest. The sound of the bedroom door opening woke you from the gentle slumber you didn’t realize took over you to see your shirtless husband with your 8-month-old daughter babbling happily on one arm, both bathed in the warm sunlight of that beautiful Friday morning. Looking at where your daughter was reaching for before her familiar olive eyes landed on you, you were surprised to find a tray with a fruit smoothie and an omelet along with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. An amused smile appeared on your lips as you raised an eyebrow at Hajime as a form of a silent question. “Happy Mother’s Day,” he said, his voice still groggy and laced with sleep mindfully soft as to not to disturb the peace and quiet that enveloped the three of you like a spell, a love-sick smile on his face. “It’s today? Aww, thank you Haji,” you said wholeheartedly, the idea of this being the first of many years to come celebrating Mother’s Day making you teary-eyed as your husband put down the tray beside you. Giving you a peck, he hummed happily as he delicately took your daughter’s hands and waved them as he exclaimed in his baby talk voice; “happy first Mother’s Day mom, dad thought we should make it memorable.” You giggled at your husband’s antics, which nobody would guess considering his tough exterior. You and your daughter were and would always be his soft spot.

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Kuroo

A huff escaped your lips at the weight of two small bodies landing on top of you on the couch, they had managed to sneak up on you as you were immersed in your laptop propped up in the table in front of you. You and your husband had taken that Tuesday afternoon off to celebrate Mother’s Day, Tetsurou going to pick up your daughter and son from school as you headed home and wait for them there. Between huffs and breathy laughs, the two kids wished you a happy Mother’s Day for a second time that day, and you managed to thank them before you felt a much heavier body pile on top of you three. “Daaad!” The eldest son groaned playfully as he tried to push of your husband who was carefully putting down part of his body weight on all of you. “You’re heavy,” your little girl whined between giggles as she tried to shield herself in your grasp. “Am I heavy or are you three just weak?” You could hear Kuroo’s knowledgeable smirk in his voice, the same one you fell in love with, as you scoffed dramatically in response. “We’re stronger than you Mr. Know-it-all,” you said in a sing-song voice as you started pushing your husband off of you, him only allowing you to when his two kids joined him. Once you had all calmed down you hugged your children and thanked them for the colorful cards and macaroni frames they put all their efforts into making at school. “My turn,” your husband exclaimed with his mouth full as he placed down his slice of cake and plopped down next to you, pulling out a small bag from behind the couch. Inside was a necklace locket, that you opened to reveal a picture of the four of you. “Tetsu, it’s beautiful, thank you,” you said as you hugged him tightly, yet you both knew you weren’t just thanking him for the thoughtful gift, but also for the wonderful life that you had created together. “No, thank you,” he replied, his tone genuine and filled with love as your kids pouted. You spent the rest of the afternoon spending quality time as a family and reassuring your two kids that their gifts were better than their father’s, who cheered them up with his “infamous” science puns, as he liked to say.

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Pls I'm too soft for this�� hmu with your thoughts and requests! <3

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desire | part 2

kuroo tetsurou x female reader

words count : 2,4k

summary : part two of Kuroo finding out his Y/n is into female domination and now, they have to discuss things properly. like that mysterious kinklist Y/n had mentioned on tuesday...

warning : talking about femdom, pegging, collars, marking, many more kinks etc.

part I

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Kuroo was unusually antsy.

 It was Friday and he was about to go home after a very long day of work. Well, at least to him it felt like that. He kept glancing at the clock a lot and he just couldn’t wait for it to strike 6 p.m. Tetsu wanted to meet you as soon as possible.

 Like he had promised you, he had … researched. And what he saw on the screen of his laptop was something he had never thought about trying before. Yet, it had made his heart flutter with an unusual excitement watching female doms and their male subs. When he thought about you wanting to do those things to him – it got him incredibly riled up. Kuroo was sure that he wanted to give being dominated a real try. Of course, real life was different than just watching it through a screen, but he was hooked on it already.  

 Thursday night he texted you, “I wanna give it a try. Can we talk about it like we said?” And you responded immediately and invited him to your own apartment for the weekends. At that point he almost couldn’t sleep. That’s why, when he finally, after a draining 8 hours of work, stepped outside the big building, Kuroo was more than ready to meet you.

#

After dinner and a hot shower, you were both seated on your couch. Tetsurou had been a little bit nervous when he reached your home. But once you greeted him with a kiss and a big, warm hug, his worries melted away and all that was left was the excitement to understand you – and also himself – more. Nothing was mentioned during dinner and you both just caught up with each other on what had happened in the last few days of only texting (since you both usually met two or three times during the week as well). That you didn’t just go like a bull at a gate and just had a nice dinner and as if he wasn’t even here to discuss THIS, helped him a lot to calm down his shivering excitement. So by the time you were finished and cuddled on the couch, he felt relaxed and ready to talk things through like you both had planned.

 “Sooo… have you calmed down to talk about it?”

 “Ah… you noticed?” Kuroo sheepishly scratched his forehead and looked away. You just giggled and nodded a little.

 “Yeah, you kept fiddling with your watch the moment you stepped inside my home. You never do that unless you’re nervous or excited. Like when we watch a horror movie and you can’t tear your eyes away for even just a second. So I wanted you to relax first before bringing it up again.” You laughed this time before you leant your cheek against his upper arm. Like that, you looked up and Kuroo didn’t know if you invited him on purpose to kiss you, or if you were doing it subconsciously by looking so damn cute, but he just couldn’t hold himself back. Thus, he quickly leaned down and kissed you.

 “Thanks for being so attentive.”

 “A good dom’s always attentive.” This time you smirked and your eyebrow twitched in a teasing manner. Kuroo playfully groaned and hid his rosy cheeks behind his hand. Very smooth. You surely knew how to play with his heart.

 “But joke’s aside. You said you wanted to give it a try. Do you still want to?”

 “Yes!” It was a clear answer. No stammering like the first time he was confronted with it.

 “Like you said, I watched some AVs and also googled a bit to find out more. Well, not gonna lie, at first it looked painful.”

 “Painful?” You tilted your head a little to the side.

 “Mh like some straps were huge and some scenes looked quite brutal…” Kuroo just mumbled at the end and slightly turned away again.

 “Oh no, you watched quite the hard stuff at first, huh?” You felt a little guilty for just telling him to “watch porn” instead of being more specific.

 “Yeah at first. But then I remembered what you said you wanted to do to me… about… marking and collars and stuff…” His hands shivered a little and he was back to fiddling with his watch. A clear indication that he was back to being nervous and/or excited. Kuroo’s voice slightly quivered as well.

 “So you found some videos you liked?” You gently placed your hands above to make him stop. His gold eyes quickly looked up to meet your own. You looked much calmer while his cheeks couldn’t get rid of the redness and warmth.

 “Y-Yeah. I-I don’t know if I can do the uhm… more brutal stuff, but… I think I’d like to try… uhm b-being taken if it’s not too big…”

 You had never seen Kuroo that flustered or stammering that much. It did something to you. He was so, so cute right now. So shy and just adorable. His usual confidence, that sneaky grin and that scheming glint in his eyes – it was all gone. Ah, it would be a joy to make an even bigger mess out of him once he was under your control.

 “Don’t worry, Tetsu.” You gently squeezed his hands and then reached out to cup his cheeks to turn his head. “I won’t ever do anything you don’t like. We will start very slow and small. I’ll get you used to it.” The way you smiled at him was so healing. Kuroo’s lips also curved up into a shy, yet happy smile. He was a little relieved hearing that from you. Not that he thought you would shove a huge dildo up his ass, but… it was good to hear you would take it slow with him.

 “And-“, then you suddenly reached down to the second level of your table and pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil, “This is the list I talked about, remember? Take your time deciding and if you have any questions, I’ll explain it.”

 “Oh… Do you… also have this list?”

 “Yup, but I am not showing you. Not yet, at least. I don’t want to influence your decision by showing you what I like. This is for you and you only, okay? Be honest and don’t think about me. Think only about yourself and what you like or dislike or want to try. You should be comfortable with me and the things we will do.”

 “Okay, but… I also want to do the things that you like, so…” Kuroo averted his eyes for a moment before he looked back up. You just smiled and softly kissed him.

 “Then we can talk about it of course! But right now, your comfort and feelings are more important, yeah?”

 “Okay.” Now it was his time to kiss you. And after sharing a few little smooches, he finally turned to the list. It was a double sided A4 piece of paper. There were quite a few things to get through, so he started immediately. You, on the other hand, scooched a bit to the side to give him more space and grabbed your phone to distract yourself and give him some sort of privacy.

A few minutes had passed when you heard a small “Oh…”. Hence why you looked up from your phone.

 “Omorashi and watersports are listed as two separate kinks? What’s the difference though?” Kuroo looked a little confused. Before that, he had never thought that much about kinks and their meanings. So he was glad when you offered a little help.

 “Hmm, it is different, yeah but I think it also varies from person to person a little. For me, omorashi is more like accidentally wetting yourself. Like, you had to hold it for so long you just can’t hold it any longer so you pee yourself. Like the desperation and relief afterwards, I think. Watersports is like literally peeing on somebody and you getting peed on. And also drinking it. But let’s say, you ride someone and it feels so good you accidentally pee ‘cause you just can’t hold it, that’s also omorashi for me, but might be more in the watersports category for someone else. So… it depends.” You casually explained as if you were talking about the weather. Which helped a lot since he was still a little awkward with kinks and all. All of this was new after all.

 “Oh, okay… Then I’ll just go with your definition.” And with that, it was a little bit easier to decide. Even though you were curious, you turned to your phone once more and started scrolling through your social media apps again.

 Another few minutes went by. Only the occasional tapping of your nails against the phone display interrupted the silence. Then, the sound of Kuroo flipping the paper made you bite your lip a little. You remembered, when you filled out that paper before, there were quite a few kinks you liked listed on the second page. It was intriguing to know what he would decide, but you were strict on yourself and didn’t peek. So he could feel relaxed and not like he had to force himself to anything for you.

 “Breeding kink? Can we even do that?” He muttered under his breath more than anything. But you still heard him and chuckled a little.

 “Yeah, I have a strapon that squirts sperm-like lube if you squeeze a little bulb sooo…” You didn’t continue your sentence and instead grinned at him excitedly. Kuroo definitely felt a light sting in his lower region and so, his decision was quickly made.

 It only took another few minutes for him to finish the list.

 “Okay, I’m done.”

 “Okay, wait a sec!” You excitedly clapped a little before you jumped up and ran into your bedroom. A few seconds later you came back with your own piece of paper and flopped down beside him again.

 “Let’s go through them and compare.”

 Kuroo just nodded and then you started. And that went pretty well. You and him had quite the similar taste when it came to kinks. It surprised you a little. As if you were truly meant for each other. That thought almost made you giggle. Though there were some “maybe” ones for him that were quite the big “yes” for you. So, after roughly 20 minutes, you were done comparing your list.

 “Good, let’s see.”, you flipped the piece of paper and looked at the “x” you had used to mark the kinks you both answered with a yes, “Just to make sure I marked them correctly I’ll list them again.”

 “Okay.” Kuroo was a little surprised how serious you took all of this. He never realized how much talking and preparing actually went into “female domination”, but you really made sure that he was the most comfortable and you wouldn’t do anything he wouldn’t like. Being taken care of like that felt… nice.

 “So: Lingerie, Crossdressing, Feminization, Marking like light biting and scratching and hickeys as long as it’s not visible when wearing your suit, Pegging, Collars, Orgasm Denial, Pet Play, Breeding, Chastity and light hair pulling. Is that correct?”

 You looked up into his flushed face. Tetsu was still a little flustered, but he nodded.

 “Good, so I think you didn’t have any other “yes” kinks, right?”

 “No, that were all of ‘em. I do have a few “maybe” ones though that were on your “yes” list. So I’d be okay to try it out once and see from there.” Kuroo smiled at you and you couldn’t help but smile back. It was good to see that he was as attentive as you. Communication was key after all.

 “Okay, let’s do that. Like one at a time when you feel up to it. Let me just check these as well okay?” The ones you circled where his “maybe” and your “yes” kinks.

 “So: Sounding, Name Calling, Blindfold, Handcuffs, Gags, Omorashi and Roleplay. Correct?”

 “Yes. Also… I want to know what your other “yes” ones are if that’s okay?.” He asked in the end. Even if they were not on his “yes” or “maybe” list, he still wanted to think about it more with you in mind and if he could, maybe try them out once.

 “Oh…” You suddenly smiled a little shyly. “Okay, uhm…” And so, you listed the kinks that you really enjoyed but that weren’t particularly his thing. Kuroo still circled them properly. He really wanted to think about it.

 “Thank you. I can’t say what might happen with these but… I might give it a try.”

 “Thank you, Tetsu.” You leaned in for a quick kiss. “Let’s focus on the ones we both agreed on, then we can work on some of the “maybe” ones and if you ever feel up to it, we can try something completely new. Sounds good?”

 “Yeah. And our “no” lists are almost identical. Which makes things a little easier.”

 “Yup.”

 He then sighed a little and leaned back against the couch. “Now, come here.” Kuroo then suddenly said and opened his arms. You gladly accepted that offer and hugged him while he pulled you between his legs and smothered you with kisses which elicited your cute laugh.

 “I never even realized this side of me… try being submissive and all…” Tetsu mumbled into your neck as you gently combed through his messy hair.

 “I am very happy you want to try it out. And I really hope you will enjoy yourself. Giving up power and control can be really empowering in its own way. And I am happy you trust me enough to do that.”

 “If it’s with you, it will definitely feel great. And I do trust you. I mean, you did do all that for me. Talking everything through and all… You think so much about me so… I know I’m in good hands haha. So I am not worried about that.” He looked up and kissed you fully on the lips. They curved upwards immediately as you smiled at him.

 “Thank you.” That was all you whispered back before you buried your hand in his hair and connected your lips for some intimate kisses.

 Now that you had his approval and knew what he liked and didn’t, it was easier for both of you. Especially since NOW you could plan on when to make your first move. Though before that you did have to initiate the conversation about proper cleaning beforehand and also aftercare, but that was for another day. Right now, you just wanted to make-out and mark him as yours, like you had wanted to do all this time.

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all characters canonically under 18 are always aged up ; english is not my native language so i apologize for any mistakes ;

[recentanimenews]

Tomodachi Game Anime Adds Six More Players to Cast List

  New challengers approaching! Tomodachi Game today revealed six new cast members that'll join the ranks of its players in the thriller anime's seventh episode next week, titled "I'll Take 20 Million Yen Worth of Your Life."

  Here's how they're shaping up:

    The new cast members are as follows:

  Nana Mizuki (Utano in Life Lessons with Uramichi Oniisan) as Reiko Tamai

Tetsu Inada (Endeavor in My Hero Academia) as Juzo Kadokura

Kisho Taniyama (Jean in Attack on Titan) as Hyakutaro Onigawara

Tetsuya Kakihara (Keith in My Next Life as a Villainess) as Chisato Hashiratani

Kensho Ono (Akutagawa in Bungo Stray Dogs) as Kei Shinomiya

Daisuke Ono (Jotaro in JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) as Banri Niwa

    RELATED: Tomodachi Game English Dub Reveals Cast & Crew, Release Date

    Based on the manga by Mikoto Yamaguchi and Yuki Sato, Tomodachi Game is directed by Hirofumi Ogura (Cells at Work!!) at studio Okuruto Noboru, with series composition by Kenta Ihara (Saga of Tanya the Evil) and character designs by Satomi Miyazaki (Attack on Titan animation director).

  If you're a fan of death game anime, don't miss new episodes of Tomodachi Game when they drop every Tuesday, right here on Crunchyroll!

  High school student Katagiri Yuichi, who values friendship above all else, enjoys a fulfilling life with his close friends Sawagiri Shiho, Mikasa Tenji, Shibe Makoto, and Kokorogi Yutori.

  However, after a particular incident, they're dragged into a debt repayment game.

  The only way to beat the "Tomodachi Game" is to not doubt their friends. Bound together by solid friendships, the game should've been easy, but– The hugely popular comic that sold over two million copies is finally becoming an anime! Will they trust or betray their precious friends? The true nature of humanity is exposed in the ultimate psychological game!

  Source: Mantan Web

    Der shy man behind @Shymander, Liam is a timezone-fluid Aussie with a distinct fondness for anime, Eurovision and creating odd stats projects despite hating math.

By: Liam Dempsey

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[rayofsunas]

s/o wears a skirt with thigh garters/thigh highs in front of them for the first time.

A/n: this was requested by a lovely anon <3 thank you love. also if this feels a bit off in writing style, its because I kept coming back to this and adding. I can’t help but think Osamu is out of character because I don’t know his character well at all.

Summary: s/o wears a skirt with thigh garters/thigh highs in front of them for the first time

Pairings: Osamu Miya, Akaashi Keiji, Kuroo Tetsurou

Warnings: nsfw themes, swearing, aged up (for one), spoilers (Osamu’s)

Word count: 1.1k

Miya Osamu 

When you showed up at Ongiri Miya’s, you expected to show your fiancé your new style choice today, but instead found him and his twin arguing somewhere in the back of the shop. 

“Sure, you’re my brother, but you can’t just come here whenever you please, take my food and make a mess while doing so.” Your boyfriend snapped frustratedly. 

“I’m hungry, I need food ya know, I’m a grown man.” You could hear Atsumu tease. Poor Osamu, you thought, sliding your jacket off and folding it neatly over your arm. His brother was a handful, but what sibling wasn’t?

“Osamu? Where are you?” At the sound of your voice cutting through their arguing, they silenced. “In the kitchen.” Shuffling could be heard, a loud slap, and then grumbling before Atsumu greeted you, gliding out of the kitchen with a heavy smirk plastered on his face. 

“Where’s your brother?” You asked. He nodded his head behind him, “Cleaning up the mess in the back.”

“That you made.” You corrected. He just laughed. “Of course I did. He wouldn’t feed me.” 

“You stopped paying.” Came your lover's voice louder and more clearly. He had come out from the kitchen, wearing a no longer white apron around his hips. 

The older twin grumbled in annoyance. “Seriously, money-hungry bastard.”

Maybe if he got what he wanted and out of his brother's hair, the youngest would look like he wasn’t nearly losing all his hair from stress, so you brought the attention back to you and said, “I’ll pay for your lunch today, stop making messes though, okay?” You scolded as if you were his mother. 

“Ya, deal, I get to pick though.” Your eye twitched. He would probably pick the most expensive thing on the menu, just to irritate. “Okay.” 

Atsumu was faster at grabbing his lunch than you originally thought, and was out the door just as fast. You assumed he was running late. He had practice on Tuesday’s.

Before he’d left he loudly thanked you for buying his lunch. “See ya later. Nice whatever those things are.” He pointed at your exposed legs, before exiting the building.

You smiled and waved him out the door, muttering to yourself. “At least someone noticed.” 

Your lover heard you and decided to make his opinions loud and known for once. 

“I saw before he did, just didn’t say anything because it would sound very lewd, and my idiot brother did not need to hear that.”

“So then, I take it you like them.” You asked watching with a flirtation gaze as your fiance approached. 

“Of course I do. You look sexy.” 

“Maybe I should wear them more often.” You teased. “I only wanted to try out a new style. I quite like them too though.” 

“Mhm.” He nodded, eyeing you up. 

“You look flushed. Do you need me to take care of that little problem in your pants?” He flushed even more at your comment.

“You should’ve waited ‘till I got home, so I could do what I really wanted.”

Akaashi Keiji

Your head whipped around so fast if you had done it any rougher, you feared it would fly off. The force had definitely given you whiplash, but you ignored it and kept your eyes trained on your boyfriend.

“Keiji! Did you just-”

Never in the two years of dating had you EVER heard him swear. He was always polite, a true sweetheart inside and out, and the filthiest curses kept slipping from his mouth when he looked at you. 

“Did the ever so respective Akaashi Keiji, swear!” His eyes rolled, though the blush remained on his cheeks.

You had gotten a new outfit recently, and usually never wore thigh highs ever, but due to the chilly in coming months, you thought it would be nicer to have a little more warmth than just the simple socks you typically wore. The thigh highs were also cute paired with your school uniform. 

“Are you gonna wear them more often?” The setter asked, earning a laugh from you. 

You only wanted to go get dinner after his practice and had come to walk with him to the restaurant. You didn’t expect your usually featureless boyfriend to look so flustered and lovestruck in public, nonetheless in front of his teammates. 

“Depends. Do you like them?” You asked teasingly stretching your legs out to show him more of the thigh highs.

“I’m taking that as a yes.” He said.

“Of course,” You nodded. “I only have one pair. And I can’t wear them every day so-”

“Let's go shopping instead of dinner.”

You were lost for words. “You want to go shopping?” 

“That’s what I said.”

“You always look so bored shopping with me, but you never ask first...”

He shrugged. “I like your leggings.”

“They aren’t leggings, Keiji.” Your tongue clicked teasingly. 

“I think a shopping trip is due, maybe even a trip to the lingerie store, hmm?”

He gulped. 

Kuroo Tetsurou

The skirt was tight, you were wearing thigh highs with the garters, and you were late for class. Perfect. Now, all of your boyfriend's attention would be on you. You wouldn’t feel bad for him, you hadn’t hooked up in what felt like months due to him being busy with volleyball and such, so you were a bit frustrated. 

He’d expressed many times that he thought you were the hottest person on earth, especially when you showed off your legs. So you knew this would rally him up. 

“Sorry I’m late, sir. I woke up late.” You muttered innocently stepping into class, brushing your hand against Kuroo’s, before taking a seat at your desk.

Your English teacher just glared at you. “This is the second time this week, Ms. L/n. Please stop making it a habit or else I’ll give you more detention.”

“Sorry sir, understood.” Your eyes rolled. 

The lecture began again after the teacher fixed the attendance book and you once again fell into boredom. So far, Kuroo looked content. He’d stopped giving you the look after realizing the class wasn’t even close to ending, seeing as though he did not want to sit frustrated for another hour. 

But now and then, you found him looking away from the lesson and eyeing your legs. He just couldn’t help himself, you looked so good.

Your phone quietly vibrated, demanding your immediate attention. 

Rooster: baby girl, what’re you wearing.

You grinned to yourself. 

Sweetheart: clothes. is that a problem, tetsu?

Rooster: yes, the very first.

Rooster: I thought I told you last time to stop wearing that in public if you don’t want me to tear it up...

Sweetheart: I forgot.

Rooster: liar. last time the whole class saw my boner when you wore that.

Sweetheart: where is the lie? also, stop being a horn dog and getting boners.

Rooster: that’s not how it works, sweetheart.

Sweetheart: sorry not sorry, you deserve it ;)

Rooster: we’ll see who deserves what after class. though you’ll probably take any punishment I throw at you, naughty girl.

12.9.20, rayofsunas

[tsuki-sennin]

Mooooomotaro-san, Momotaro-san!

Peaches and cream! It's Taro Tuesday! ...we have... a truly excessive amount of peaches now. It's symbolic of how Momoi Tarou has completely taken over my life and how I need him to live.

Anyways, here's Episode 21~! Spoilers, I guess...

-Oh, a period piece! I love the look.

-Noooooo, don't gooooo Tetsu-san :(

-Oh hi Shinichi.

-Doggo! Kitty!

-Hell yeah, SaruBrother!

-OH GOD HE'S GETTIN GRABBED

-Oh yeah, the Dragonfires.

-Oh my god, they fucked up.

-Oh, the Aloha shirt guy to the rescue!

-They...

-They tied him up with noodles.

-Where's Ran Hanamichi when you freakin' need her, eh?

-:O

-Former SaruBrother...

-We saw Marina-san a long ass time ago... and now we see a predecessor!

-Ohhhh, he wasn't part of the team...

-Oh my god Don Kaito.

-Yeah, I guess he got permabanned somehow.

-Must've been before he got

-F

-FIVE THOUSAND!?

-"Not bad, my companions!"

-Oh, Seyama's here.

-HOLY SHIT HE TURNED HIM INTO AN ANONI

-Ohhhh, Murasame-kun! Hey buddy, what's up!

-Oh great Momotani Jirou's back again.

-Ohhhhhhh, the lad became Abare Killer! Wow~!

-Does that perhaps mean that Jiro and his

-Oh shit, Kiba Ranger too.

-...I wonder, does Jirou's mental state affect which Sixth he picks?

-"Why is that boy sad? I fucking hate that so much."

-Sonoza appears!

-Kitou Haruka!

-Oh fuck, he straight up got her

-He's describing these meetings as bonds I'm :sob:

-Soy ramen! He's a soy boy!

-.

-Oh

-Oh my god

-Right Suzuki is feeling himself convulse in agony somewhere, and he is unsure why.

-I see, so Shirai's been selfish, and thus unfit for the system...

-Sanest First Love Hero Stan.

-Haruka, are we gonna have to talk about what happened with Tsubasa months ago again?

-Ah fuck it, she never listens. Well, go on homegirl! Fulfill your desires!

-Become the genius mangaka you were meant to be!

-Matsui Family Ramen...

-Ehhhhh, I'm more of a Hanamichi kinda guy, personally. Ever been to Oishi-na Town?

-Boss Matsui does not like the monkey man.

-This man is litrerally the exact opposite of Shinichi, holy crap.

-Tetsu! The legendary autograph man.

-Is that an urn?

-Oh, sauce.

-I... thought it was the ashes of a loved one, my bad.

-Rashi.

-Dude

-What the hell man.

-Nurture your imagination.

-The sun is already too hot, it's summer.

-"Imaaaaaaaaaaagination!"

-Holy shit, he's burning them alive.

-Oh shit, he's back

-Wow Haruka, you've been out of practice for so long that even a noob can tell.

-Holy shit Shinichi, how did you do that

-Yeah, you are pretty insane, Saruhara.

-Aaaaaaand we're a Hitotsu-ki! Of course!

-I mean, if Tsuyoshi can be one while on active duty, obviously we'd get a retiree to be one too.

-Her deadline approaches and she's gotta do Hitotsuki hunting!

-Oh hey Tarou. Tsuyoshi, Tsubasa too!

-What even is he now? He's got a katana, and is up against a very Japanese-themed character... does that perhaps make him a Samurai-ki? Shirai Shiba?

-Oh shit, combining already!

-Donbrothers has absolutely no chill, and I'm here for it.

-Hooray, Shirai Ramen!

-Oi, Saruhara-san! You can't have late night imaginary ramen without an imaginary beer!

-What the fuck, bun?

-Oooooh, Haruka manga focus~! Yay~!

[obscureamor]

teach me

❥ hs! takeda ittetsu x fem! reader

❥ TW// mentions of stalking

» you teach ittetsu how to kiss... but something isn’t right.

» A/N some good ole mr. takeda as a third year kissin’ a family friend ;))

You don’t want to be here, but with your parents out of town, it was only logical to have you stay with the Takeda’s. 

You notice that his room hasn’t changed one bit from when you were kids. You’re both sitting on his bed, a small twin sized with plain bedding. It screams Ittetsu loud and clear. You look around, fiddling with your hands as no one says anything. You know that the only reason why the atmosphere is so awkward is because of you. Before this there were one-liners and ‘how have you been’s being passed around, but you can only keep up with that for so long before it dies out. 

You wonder what Ittetsu is thinking about—

“Have you ever kissed anyone, y/n?” his voice cuts through the awkward stench filled air. 

Where was this coming from? You don’t spend too much time dwelling on it though. Ittetsu has always asked you the weirdest things, mainly concerning your life experiences.

“Y-Yeah... I have. How about you, ’Tetsu? Is there some special girl you’ve kissed?”

You’re smiling at him warmly. In all honesty, Ittetsu has always been like that weird younger cousin to you. You weren’t related in any way, but with how long you’ve known him you might as well be family at this point.

“N-No, that’s why— I was—”

His face is red and he keeps pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. 

“Ittetsu, are you o—?”

“Can you teach me!?” he cuts you off before you could even question him. 

Teach him? How to kiss? 

You chuckle awkwardly. “Don’t you want to try this out with someone your own age? How about that one girl in our class? I mean... I—”

“You’re only a couple months older than me,” he grumbles out. 

“That’s true, but don’t you want it to be special? With someone you know well? Someone you care about?”

He seems to be thinking over something before he speaks, “I care about you.”

“O-Oh okay, but... you don’t know me that well.” You try and let him down softly but the look on his face makes you fold. You give a deep sigh before scooting closer to him. “Okay, you’re sure you want to do this?”

He gives a firm nod and you place your hand on his cheek. You lean forward stopping right before you touch his lips. 

“Just do what you think feels right.”

You can hear his breath hitch when you finally connect. His hands are balled into fists in his lap. It’s one simple press, but when you pull away he’s chasing your lips. 

“C-Can we do that again?” His cheeks are flushed, lips slightly parted. 

You want to laugh at the look on his face. It’s no surprise that one simple peck would have Ittetsu losing his mind. You don’t say anything as you lean forward. This time your tongue swipes along his bottom lip and he whimpers out at the contact. It seems as if he’s getting a hang of it, but his nervousness still shines through. You pull back, taking his hands from his lap and placing them on your waist.

Your hands hold his face as you speak, “you need to calm down, Ittetsu. You’re doing fine.”

It surprises you when he’s the one who leans forward, placing his lips on yours. You softly nip at his bottom lip and the gasp he lets out is the cutest. Ittetsu’s eyes are wide as your warm tongue makes its way into his mouth. 

This is really happening, he thinks.

He’s gripping onto your shirt tightly almost as if you aren’t real. You lean back after a few seconds and his eyes immediately darted down to the string of saliva connecting you. 

“I didn’t really teach you anything, but you seem to have the hang of it,” you mutter while wiping off your bottom lip.

You scoot away from him and his hands reluctantly leave your waist. Not knowing what to say or do, you stand from the bed, walking towards his bookshelf to see what someone like Ittetsu would read. He doesn’t have anything of importance, just fiction and the occasional test prep. 

“You like to study at the library on Tuesday,” his voice cuts through the silence.

Huh? 

There’s a weary smile on your face as you turn to look at him. It’s most likely a coincidence that he knows. You’ve seen him at that same library occasionally. 

“You go out for ramen with your friends whenever one of you achieve something.” He’s fiddling with his fingers as he continues, “Sometimes on Friday nights, when your parents are gone, you— you,” he takes a deep breath before continuing, “you like to touch yourself!”

It comes out of his mouth so fast you almost didn’t catch it. He doesn’t look at you as you take a step closer to him. 

“W-What?” you breathe out.

“You said I didn’t know anything about you, but I do!” His head snaps up to look at you. “I-I just wanted to let you know...”

You blink at him. Your mouth is slightly agape as you try and gather yourself, as well as process this new information. 

“Ittetsu, have you— have you been stalking me?”

His eyes widen, worry and confusion written all over his face. His hands wave about as he speaks to you, “N-No! No, I’m not! I’m just—” his voice drops to barely a whisper, “I like to watch over you...”

“That’s not— Ittetsu, that’s stalking. You’re stalking me.”

There’s a tremble in your voice. You can’t bring yourself to yell at him as much as you want to. You’re screaming internally at the thought of him watching you like that. You should be livid. You should throw something at him, storm out of the house and stay with a friend instead, but you don’t. 

“You’ve got it all wrong, y/n! I’m just watching out for you! What if someone tries to hurt you?!” 

The way his voice sounds at the end makes you shiver. He looks like a kicked puppy, eyes blown wide behind his glasses, brows furrowed. 

“Nobody would hurt me, Ittetsu.” You shake your head. “You need to stop because this... this isn’t right. There were better ways to handle this. You could’ve just asked me where I was going.” 

You don’t know why you’re taking this route. The route of comfort and dismissal. Maybe it’s because you’ve known Ittetsu for almost your entire life, but it still doesn’t make sense. You only know him when your families get together, outside of that you won’t ever catch yourself associating with him. You’ve never let people at school know that Ittetsu and you were friends in fear that they’d chastise you. You could already hear the laughter and scrutinizing words directed towards you, ‘A player from the girls’ volleyball team friends with nerdy Takeda!?’ 

You just have to ask the one thing that’s been eating at you, “Why? Why would you do this?”

His eyes widen before he looks off to the side bashfully. 

“Because I care about you.”

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PART 2 | A PLAN

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Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x gn!reader

Summary: Somehow, you ended up agreeing to bring your non-existent boyfriend to the family Christmas gathering at your grandparents’. Your chem lab partner and fast friend, Kuroo Tetsurou, agrees to play the part. Your developing feelings for him won’t cause any problems, right?

WC: 1.7k

A/N: As you’ll (maybe) notice there are a few small tidbits I lifted from the original fic, but this is very different from it in a lot of ways! I hope it isn’t seeming too repetitive for those of you who have read the first one. Also, I know it’s a bit of a slow start, but I promise it’ll really get going in the next part.

You plan to meet Kuroo at the coffee shop again a week later. This time, you beat him there, which gives you the perfect opportunity to gather your thoughts. As you wait in line to order, you remind yourself for the hundredth time that this is really happening. Kuroo Tetsurou with his messy hair and his teasing jabs and that stupid smile has agreed to spend three whole days pretending to be your boyfriend. What could possibly go wrong?

Luckily, before your mind can concoct an answer, your turn to order comes up. Remembering last week, you order a cup of black coffee in addition to your usual macchiato. It’s a french roast, described as “dark and bold” on the menu. For the guy who reminds you daily that adding anything to coffee is only for the weak, it seems fitting. The comment is always paired with a teasing wink that shoots right to your middle, but that’s definitely not what you need to focus on as you carefully carry the two mugs to a table by the window.

You get situated and you’ve just taken your first sip when Kuroo plops down across from you. “Hey.”

“Hey! Here,” You push the mug in his direction.

“Oh,” He peers into the mug and gives a small, approving nod, “Thanks, you didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s for last week,” You say with a wave of your hand, watching as he lifts it to his lips and takes the first sip. When he sets it back down, he holds the mug in front of himself with both hands.

“You were right,” He says suddenly, “This coffee shop is better than the one on campus.”

“Oh really?” You grin smugly.

“Don’t look too proud of yourself,” He laughs, lifting his mug and taking another sip, “You’re the one who has to hire a fake boyfriend.”

“I didn’t hire you,” You snap back quickly, “And it was your idea, if you’ll recall.” You sigh, propping your chin on your hand. Judging by the expression on his face, he’s already enjoying this far too much.

“Details, details,” He waves his hand. “Doesn’t matter. I am curious, though. Why exactly did you tell your family you have a boyfriend when you don’t?” The question comes from a place of genuine curiosity, but you still feel your cheeks begin to burn. You glance down into your own mug so you don’t have to look him in the eye.

“It just gets old, you know?” You mumble to your coffee. “Having everyone ask about it at every family gathering. It seemed so easy to just make up a tiny story. It wasn’t supposed to get this big,” You laugh weakly. “I know it was stupid to lie. I guess I just didn’t want them to be disappointed in me.”

“I get that,” He says softly. “But hey, what do you need me to do?”

You shrug. You haven’t thought about that end of things as much as you probably should have. “Just... be my boyfriend. Charm their socks off. I know you’ve got it in you.” You chuckle. “It’ll be nice to have someone there,” You add after a beat.

“Yeah?” He says, leaning in a little closer. You’re a bit surprised by how much he genuinely seems to care. Half of you had expected him to treat this whole thing like it’s a big, elaborate joke.

“A lot of my cousins have significant others already. Maybe that’s why I felt like I had to make one up. Sometimes I just feel like the odd one out. Don’t get me wrong, I love them,” You add quickly, “But it’s just…”

“I get it,” He saves you from your floundering. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll be there. And as an honorary grandson, tell your grandma she can feed me as much as she likes.”

You stifle your laughter behind your fingers. “You think it’s a joke, but she might just take that as a personal challenge,” You shake your head, already feeling a little bit lighter. “Anyway, we need details, don’t we? About our ‘relationship’?” You lift your hands to make exaggerated air quotes.

“Probably a good idea,” He nods, “How awkward would it be if our stories didn’t match?”

“I’d rather not think about it.” You squeeze your fingers tighter around your mug. “So we started dating a few weeks into the school year, I guess?”

“Sure, makes sense,” He props his chin on his fist, his lips curling into a half smile as a teasing tone cuts into his voice, “And was it love at first sight?”

You think back to that first day of class. You’d been running late because you were having trouble finding the room. You’d slid into one of the few open seats left, next to that ridiculous head of hair, and you’d glanced at him in a silent apology as he flashed you a quick smile. Love? Probably not, but you can’t forget the slight leap you’d felt in your middle and chalked up to nerves.

“Why not?” You say lightly instead, adopting his teasing tone. “And for our first date… we saw a movie, then came here for coffee after. That’s normal, right?”

“Sounds like it to me,” He shrugs. “And you can call me Tetsurou. I don’t mind. Or even Tetsu.”

You think about it for a moment, mentally testing the words on your tongue. His full name seems strange enough, never mind shortening it to a nickname. “Tetsurou,” You clear your throat, “Tetsurou is fine. Thanks. And you can call me Y/N.”

“Perfect. Y/N.” He says it experimentally, a strange small smile on his face. Something in the air between you feels just a little heavier, but you push forward before you can think about it too much.

“And I should warn you,” You run your fingertip absently around the edge of your mug, “My grandma is going to show you every single photo she’s ever taken of me. Last year, it took her almost an hour to get through them with my cousin’s girlfriend.”

“Oh, perfect, I was running out of things to make fun of you about,” He just barely dodges your hand as you reach across the table to swat him.

“And my family loves all kinds of games, so we’ll probably end up playing a lot of different ones,” You continue, choosing to ignore the playful jab. “So I hope that’s not too boring for you.”

“Are you kidding? Boring is sitting at home with my dad and eating the dinner he ordered from the store. Honestly? I’m looking forward to this. Christmas with your family sounds kind of like paradise.” He looks into his mug for a few moments before lifting it to his lips and draining the last swallows. “If you want the truth, I think you’re pretty lucky.” He finishes softly.

Your breath catches in your throat for a few moments. You forget, sometimes, that not everyone has a close, crazy, embarrassing family like yours. You open your mouth, but before you can come up with a response, his expressions shifts back to his easy smile as though he hadn’t said a word.

“We’re going to have a great time. I won’t let you down,” He lifts his hand, pinkie extended, and you don’t catch on right away. “Promise,” He prompts, sticking his hand out a little further. After a moment of hesitation, you reach out and link your pinkie with his. He grins.

“Thanks. Hopefully I don’t let me down,” You say with a chuckle, pulling away and lifting your mug to swallow the lukewarm dregs in the bottom. “I should be getting back,” You say as you set the mug back down, “I have a history exam before break starts, and I really need to study for it.”

“I should get back too, I have an assignment due tomorrow that I haven’t started yet,” He admits sheepishly.

“Tsk, tsk,”  You tease as you push back your chair and stand, knowing full well that you’re the last person who can scold him for procrastinating. Judging by his incredulous expression, he’s fully aware of that fact. Side by side, the two of you step out into the early winter darkness.

“Really though, thanks for helping me out,” You say as you start making your way down the sidewalk, your words puffing steam into the air, “I appreciate it.”

“Anytime,” He knocks his arm against yours. “To be honest, after all your talk about your grandma’s cooking, I might have tagged along even if I didn’t have to pretend to be your boyfriend,” He laughs.

“You certainly won’t go hungry,” You agree, “She’ll make sure of that. Just don’t blame me if it affects your volleyball physique.”

“Don’t worry, I’m naturally slender,” He pats his middle, “I’ve got the quickest metabolism you’ve ever seen.”

You shake your head with a chuckle. “If you say so.”

The remainder of the walk back to campus is relatively silent, the two of you walking with your hands shoved down in your pockets against the cold. Occasionally, his arm brushes against yours. It’s nice in a way, just being next to him like this. You don’t feel any pressure to fill the silence with mindless chattering, and he obviously doesn’t either. You’re content to just walk together through the chilly night.

Winter break starts in less than a week, and you and Kuroo will be leaving for your grandparents’. In an odd way, you’re looking forward to this. Of course you always enjoy spending the holiday with your family, but knowing that Kuroo will be there too has you anticipating it just a little more than usual.

You’re so lost in your thoughts that it takes a few moments to realize you’ve come to a stop in front of your dorm building. “Alright, guess I’ll see you in class Tuesday,” Kuroo says, lifting his hand in a wave.

“See you then,” You wave back, watching his retreating back for a few moments before turning to go inside. You close your hand into a light fist at your side, remembering the feel of his pinkie linked with yours. It isn’t until you’re back in your dorm that you realize that, despite the long walk in the chilly evening, you don’t feel cold at all.