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Trick or Treat for KyouYachi đĽ°
Thank you!
Come play Trick or Treat, and Iâll leave you with sweetness and fluff, or darkness and twistiness.
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All Hitoka could do was giggle to herself. Upon first glance, her husband appeared to be all rough, and brutish. But when you really got to know him, you got to know that deep down, he was a marshmallow. Figuratively, and literally.
Heâd chosen a toasted marshmallow with chocolate on top as his costume, while Hitoka was the graham cracker. He was currently shuffling his feet, checking his phone, and otherwise fiddling and fidgeting. It wouldnât be long now.
In just a few more moments, the first arrived. The Trick or Treaters. Kentarou opened the door, grin on his face, and demanded a trick. It was his schtick. His gimmick.
âBe nice, honey,â Hitoka said from behind him, coming towards the door with the bowl of treats. âHere you are, ignore him. Heâs just all gooey right now. Iâm the one that keeps him together.â Hitoka sent a wink to the parents, while handing out the candy to a fairy, a firefighter, a lizard, and Winnie the Pooh.
It had started when they were dating in high school. Fifteen years later - five spent long distance, two spent in Osaka, and the remaining eight spent married back home in Sendai - Hitoka and Kentarou never broke tradition. They would find matching costumes, get dressed up, and wait for all the children to come around, hollering for tricks and treats.
Just because they never wanted any of their own, didnât mean they couldnât appreciate the mysticism of Halloween, or partake in its fun.
#haikyuu!!#KyouYachi#Kyoutani Kentarou#Yachi Hitoka#Trick or Treat 2021#Catt writes#vball-baes-bball-babes
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Trick or Treat for Hanamaki x Daichi đŚ
Thank you!!
come trick-or-treat in my inbox requesting ficcies and Iâll either treat you to some fluff or humor or trick you with a horribly twisted sad AU Â (Iâll use a random generator to pick trick or treat)
send me âtrick or treatâ and a character(s) or ship in my inbox and Iâll write you a short little thing (Iâll be doing these all of October so send away!)
trick
Itâs far too cold here for the time of year and frost crunches under foot, echoing through the small clearing. Â He watches thick snowflakes fall through the air, each steady breath of cold, crisp air burning his lungs as he makes his way through the clearing.
He lets out his breath slowly and lets his gaze drift as he takes stock of his surroundings. Â Heâs been around; both a lot and a long time. Â Heâs seen a lot of things, a lot of natural wonders.
The scene in front of him is nothing close to natural. Â But itâs just as stunning in its own way.
No matter how many cultures heâs seen, how many different ways heâs seen people mourn their dead, how many versions of burial grounds heâs traversed through they all seem to have one thing in common: the air seems to seems to be charged. Â The stillness of the land is always just this side of eerie.
Todayâs stroll is no different.
Though part of that eeriness could be because of the cloud of mist and fog hovering over one of the stones off to his left.
He reaches into his pocket to pull out his supplies and pauses when the cloud seems to shimmer and shift towards him just a little.
âYou canât keep doing this you know,â Daichi says. Â The cloud almost quivers at the sound of his voice.
His words are fog in front of his face, hanging damp and warm against the bitter air. Â A breeze gusts past him and he blinks away tears as sharp snowflakes bite against his skin.
âDonât be so dramatic,â Daichi sighs.
The cloud slowly drifts from stone to stone, pausing briefly as if looking at the symbols and letters scratched into them.
âThese donât belong to you.â Â The cloud drifts even closer to him and shimmers again. Â âNone of them have ever belonged to you.â
He pulls out the little bag in his pocket and opens it one handed as he reaches into his other pocket and pricks his thumb on the pocket knife he keeps there. Â With practiced movements he squeezes a few drops of blood into the bag and murmurs the spell. Â When he first started using the spell his magic would explode from him but now, after so much practice, it pulses from him in soft waves, filling the clearing with magic tinged warmth.
The frost melts from the grass. Â The snowflakes turn to a gentle drizzle. Â The stones turn dark with the moisture. Â The cloud dissipates until Daichi is staring at a familiar figure.
âDaichi?â Â Hanamaki tilts his head, eyes narrowed in suspicion. Â âWhatâs going on? Â What are you doing here?â Â He doesnât look away from Daichi. Â âWhere are we?â
âA long way from home,â Daichi says. Â He sticks his hand in his pocket and rubs his thumb along the locket inside. Â âLetâs. Â Letâs try this once again, love,â he whispers.
His blood and magic activate the spell as he pulls the locket out. Â Hanamaki lets out a growling whine that sends a shiver down Daichiâs spine and then heâs gone and the locket is ice cold against his palm.
It wonât hold Hanamaki for long. Â It never does.
Daichi canât bear to see Hanamaki imprisoned, after all. Â Itâs always been his biggest weakness.
Hanamaki has always been his biggest weakness and heâll spend eternity paying the cost, traveling the world chasing after the ghost of the man he couldnât save.
#haikyuu#MakkiDai#hanamaki takahiro#sawamura daichi#MakkiDai fic#hq writing#prompt#trick or treat 2021#vball-baes-bball-babes
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Thanks for this amazing platform, it sounds awesome! Couple of questions. Why allow minors at all? My personal experience lately has been that age group is main cause of most fandom drama and harassment so even with the ability to filter NSFW material, they could just lie about their age and do it anyway? How are those that donât age lie âfoundâ when they interact with mature content and banned? Thanks again for this project, wishing all the best!
Our decision to allow minors comes partially from the fact that we ourselves were teenagers when we first entered fandom, and back then we would have appreciated a platform with the features and rules weâre implementing on Fanexus. While there are a lot of minors who cause problems in fandom spaces, there are also a lot of teenagers who are just trying to mind their own business, and we donât feel they should be punished for the actions of their peers.
We discussed some ways to try and verify age on sign up, but we couldnât find any practical or reliable method. For instance, we discussed using credit cards, but many adults donât have credit cards, while many minors use their parentsâ cards to buy things online. The minor-filter is largely for the security of adults; if there are very clearly demarcated boundaries, minors canât claim that an adult with the minor filter in place purposely exposed them to NSFW material.Â
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Kuroo looks at Daichi. âArenât you gonna perform mouth to mouth and save me?â D: âThatâs if youâre not breathing, idiot.â K: âWell, you stole my breath away so..â D is flustered looking at B but he just laughs: âOMG DUDE! Does that mean he has to arrest himself? Ya know, cause he stole your breath?â K is cackling, D is bright red and confused and B just holds him tighter when he tries to leave. B: âYou stole my heart, too, Sâmura.â K: Mine too, take responsibility.â They lean in and D is ??!! đł
GODDAMN THEY ARE SO SMOOTH IâM- Daichi will need a moment cuz they are so stupid but at the same time they....are....right??? maybe???? like it does make sense but does it really???? Daichi, out of nervousness: i-i can give it back!!!! Kuroo: what? no! Bokuto: NO RETURNS ALLOWED. Daichi: I DONâT WANNA BE A THIEF SO TAKE IT BACK!!! Kuroo: akfsjkf good lord youâre so cute Bokuto: FINE! THEN IâLL GIVE IT TO YOU FOR FREE. [puts daichiâs hand on his chest] NO RETURN ACCEPTED. Kuroo, pressing his chest on daichiâs: take mine too.  daichi, passing out from all that love and nervousness: x_x Bokuto and Kuroo, sweating and shaking daichi: DAICHI. DAICHI OMG OPEN YOUR EYES YOU CANâT JUST-
#bokurodai#OFFICER DOWN. I REPEAT: OFFICER DOWN.#he never expected them to be so damn smooth and good at getting him all flustered#Ask box#vball-baes-bball-babes
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Trick or treat for TeruDai
Send me a trick-or-treat and a character/ship and Iâll write you a fluffy autumn piece or a horribly twisted au! Treat
Daichi had to stifle a giggle. The man outside the coffee shop was quite possibly the most adorable thing Daichi had ever seen. He hopped from foot to foot, dancing along the sidewalk. It had taken Daichi a few minutes to realize what he was doing, but now as another leaf blew into his path, Daichi watched the pounce with anticipatory glee. Daichi did giggle when the man slipped and fell flat on his ass. But then the manâs hand snapped up and he locked eyes with Daichi.
Daichi buried his nose in his book, pretending his ears werenât burning with embarrassment. The bell above the door rang and Daichi found himself falling back into his studies. That is, until a warm body slid into the seat next to his. He furrowed his brow, trying to focus, but the person beside him cleared their throat.
âWhat.â Daichi looked up, only to stop dead at the sight of leaf man, grinning at him. âOh. Um. Hi?â
âNameâs Terushima Yuuji,â he said, and he held up a crimson leaf.
âWhatâs this?â Daichi asked.
âI couldnât find a rose,â Terushima said. âBut I figured this was pretty in the same way youâre pretty. Rugged and handsome and more down-to-earth than a rose could ever be.â
âThat-â Daichi shook his head. âThat is one hell of a pick up line,â Daichi said. âDoes it work on all the boys you meet?â
âNever tried it before,â Terushima answered. âBut I have a feeling itâs gonna have a good track record.â
Daichi considered him for a long moment. Then he smiled. âOh-for-one isnât that bad a track record at all,â he said. He held out a hand. âIâm Daichi.â
âDaichi,â Terushima said with a grin. âPleased to make your acquaintance.
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#73 -Leaning into the others hand, turning their head and pressing a kiss to the palm- with either KuroYachi or BokuYachi. I hope it inspires and if not thatâs ofc fine, I just hope you have fun đ
Done and posted on Ao3! Thank you for the prompt! I really did have fun with it ^~^ Title: palm my kiss (i shouldn't do this, but you're really too cute) Rating: Teen Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: F/M Fandom: Haikyuu!! Relationship: Kuroo Tetsurou/Yachi Hitoka Characters: Kuroo Tetsurou, Yachi Hitoka Additional Tags: Prompt Fic, Aged-Up Character(s), Alternate Universe - Office, Boss!Kuroo, Assistant!Yachi, Drinking, palm kissing, Crushes, Bokuto is mentioned but not present Summary: âKuroo-san? Are you okay?â That comes with a soft touch to his forehead and Kuroo blinks his eyes open in surprise, blinks again when he finds Yachi close to him- lips dipped into a small frown and brow furrowed in worry. The back of her hand is to his forehead and itâs soft, cool against him. With her this close, he can smell the sweet vanilla of her favored hand lotion.
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I love your art style! Itâs so cool and cute too!
thank you!!! :â))) this is very much appreciated!!
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Your publishing AU gives me life. The flow chart is so friggin hysterical. As you know, I'm a HUGE fan of 'everyone loves Daichi' because, uh, EVERYONE loves Daichi and this just feeds that. Absolutely take your time but know that it is thoroughly enjoyed and appreciated!
//SOBS thank you for the kindness and support!!! TTvTT anyone who loves and recognizes that daichi deserves everyoneâs love is my comrade (*ď˝v´*)ă
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For âLike Homeâ: 4: Whatâs your favorite line of dialogue?
My dark and gruelling past, Jade!Â
Oh boy. I think I always find it most difficult to pick out a single line of dialogue because a lot of them are situational comedy that plays off the lines around it. But I can give it a shot!Â
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Okay, I donât think I can.Â
I like âAt least it didnât rain,â as a recurring punchline.Â
I like all of the texts from Kuroo showing how integrated into Daichiâs life he is, even before being together.Â
I like Oikawa texting âYou made up and made out! I did this! I made this happen!âÂ
Oof.Â
Is it bad I would have found it easier to pick one piece of dialogue from a longer piece? :âDÂ
Thanks for asking!Â
Read Like Home here!Â
Ask me about my fanfictions!Â
#fanfic ask#vball-baes-bball-babes#fic: like home#oh god#my first posted fanfic#my style has changed so much since then#LOL
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I LOVE the idea of Yachi with Inuoka. He would be so good to her and sheâd probably already be used to his exuberance. Just imagine their second year, sheâs manager, heâs back in as a starter and after a practice game meet up heâs trying to work up the guts to ask her out and Lev just âHey Inuoka, thatâs the pretty manager you have a crush on right?â Inuoka turns bright red, Yachi is bright red. Aww so cute!
Ahhhh theyâd be so good! I really need to add that pairing on my looooong list of things to do, ha ha ha. Omg Lev would do that XD
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YOUR KURODAI SECRETS ENTRY IS SO GOOD!!
Thank you so much, sweetie!Â
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54. âWould it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.â DaiKags Thank you
The worst thing about long distance relationships wasnât the time between meetings. Thatâs what technology was for. There were phone calls, and texts, and video calls, and everything in beween. So, no, Tobio wouldnât say that the time he spent apart from Daichi was the worst part. It was the leaving.
He was lying in Daichiâs bed, relishing in the warmth, and Daichiâs scent, and Daichiâs arms wrapped around him. But he would have to leave soon. Back to Tokyo, where his volleyball career was taking off. And Daichi would stay here, in Miyagi, protecting the citizens and keeping the community safe. Tobio sighed, and nuzzled deeper into Daichiâs hold.
âWhatâs wrong, love?â Daichi asked gently.
âDonât wanna go,â Tobio answered plaintively.
âI donât want you to go either,â Daichi said, holding him tighter. Tobio stayed in Daichiâs hold for a length of time he didnât care to think about. He never wanted to leave. But he had to.
Reluctantly, both men rose from the bed, and began their routine. They showered, dressed, ate breakfast, and enjoyed each otherâs company for as long as possible, stealing touches and kisses along the way.
It was as Tobio was packing that he couldnât help himself. He wanted part of Daichi with him. He grabbed the sweater, his favourite of Daichiâs, and held it to his nose, breathing in deeply. âWould it be alright if I borrowed your sweater?â he asked, face still firmly enveloped in the fabric. âIt smells like you.â
Tobio felt strong arms wrap around his waist, as Daichiâs cheek nuzzled into his neck. âYes, love. You can borrow my sweater. As long as I can also borrow yours.â
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Number 19 of the winter prompts with rare pairs of your choice both as the mistletoe misfits and their âvictimsâ thank you!
So this is... yeah. Better late than never and all that I suppose.Â
5+1 - Five times Iwaizumi & Tsukishima got other people under the mistletoe and one time they were caught under it
ONE
Hajime freezes when he hears the distinct sound of someone pointedly clearing their throat behind him. Â Unfortunately freezing makes him go a little bit wobbly â he feels it reflects more on the condition of the step stool he found in the supply closet than it does himself thank you for asking â and he barely manages to stick the pushpin into the ceiling before he half steps half topples off the stool and slowly turns around. Â Tsukishima is standing in the doorway with his arms crossed, wearing an unimpressed look on his face and a sweater that reminds Hajime a little bit of the kind of ridiculous things that Oikawa always manages to find around the holidays.
âIâm the mature, responsible one,â Hajime says before Tsukishima can even open his mouth. Â âNo one will believe you if you try to rat me out.â
âSawamura would,â Tsukishima counters. Â âHe trusts me.â
âHeâs too busy trying to keep Tanaka from convincing Hinata to dye his hair purple to really pay attention right now.â
Tsukishima raises an eyebrow. Â âGee. Â I wonder who put that idea in Tanakaâs head.â
Hajime shrugs.
âDo you think this is too obvious of a place to leave the mistletoe,â he says instead of admitting to anything. Â âOr not obvious enough?â
Tsukishima glances up and then past Hajime into the next room.
âDepends on who youâre trying to catch with it.â
âWhoever I can.â
Tsukishima nods, gesturing for Hajime to move out of the way. Â âHey Kuroo,â he calls into the next room. Â âCâmere a sec.â Â He grins at Hajime. Â âPick a person.â
Hajime spins around and gestures frantically at the first person he makes eye contact with. Â Nishinoya hurries over and nearly collides with Kuroo in the doorway, clearly too worried about the way Hajime had been waving him over to pay attention to what was going on around him.
Kuroo and Nishinoya laugh and start going through the motions of waving each other through the doorway when Tsukishima clears his throat. Â He smiles sweetly when they look at him and points to the mistletoe hanging above their heads.
âSeriously, Tsukki?â Â Tsukishima scowls at Kuroo but keeps pointing at the mistletoe.
Nishinoya looks up and laughs, cheeks flushing. Â Kuroo rolls his eyes at Tsukishima but leans down and gives Nishinoya a kiss that, from Hajimeâs perspective, Nishinoya seems to enjoy quite a bit despite how innocent it is.
Kuroo straightens up and rolls his eyes one more time before wandering back to whatever he was doing before Tsukishima called him over. Â Nishinoya watches him go, cheeks flushed and eyes glittering.
TWO
The suspicious look Kenma gives him from the armchair as he tucks his phone under his leg would probably make a lesser man falter. Â But Keiâs known Kenma for over a decade and has worked with him in the IT department for the last three years. Â So heâs been on the receiving end of more than his fair share of suspicious looks from Kenma.
âWhatever youâre planning the answer is no.â
Kei huffs softly and gives Kenma an offended look.
âI am not planning anything.â
âPlease. Â Iâve seen you talking to Hajime. Â Iâm not an idiot.â
Kei shrugs. Â âAt least you donât automatically assume heâs innocent and Iâm the bad influence.â
âIâve been the lead IT person for four years. Â Iâve worked with Hajime for five. Â Trust me. Â I know heâs no more innocent than you.â
âI would say that hurts.â Â Kei glances over his shoulder at the burst of noise and laughter that pops up from the kitchen. Â âBut your words havenât hurt me since we were twelve and you called me a lanky broccoli flavored popsicle. Â Whatever that meant.â
âIt meant you were as appealing as a broccoli flavored popsicle.â
âSo Iâm an acquired taste.â Â Kenma nods. Â âI can deal with that.â Â Kenma rolls his eyes and reaches for his phone, conversation ended in his mind, and Kei steps back. Â âLet it be known I was gonna warn you.â
Kenma frowns at him and then his lap is full of flailing arms and a solid body. Â Kei glances at the doorway that Hajime is peeking out from, looking surprisingly innocent considering he had just shoved Futakuchi hard enough to topple him into Kenmaâs lap.
Futakuchi finally manages to get a grip on the arms of the chair and goes to lever himself up when Kei clears his throat and points up.
âI will plant a virus so good it will take you years to recover from it.â
âJust kiss him already.â
Kenma gives Kei a rather rude gesture but he pulls Futakuchi in for a kiss that the other man melts into.
THREE
Satori had seen the mistletoe hanging above the fridge. Â Hell he had watched Iwaizumi climb onto the counter to stick it to the ceiling; he had been pretty impressed that Iwaizumi hadnât fallen flat on his face considering how drunk he appeared to be. Â Itâs not like any of them are all that sober at this point so itâs not like heâs judging the man at all. Â In fact heâs counting on the fact that none of them are all that sober because then theyâre more willing to go along with his shenanigans.
Though some of them would be willing anyway. Â Theyâre just that awesome of coworkers and friends.
âAre you the guard here or something?â Â Satori grins and gives Wakatoshi a wink.
âOr something.â
âYou planned the mistletoe didnât you?â
âMore like Iâm taking advantage of something that was here when I arrived. Â Using the territory to my advantage. Â You want in the fridge?â
Wakatoshi smiles a little and leans down to kiss Satoriâs cheek.
âYes, please.â
Like he said. Â Heâs taking advantage of the territory. Â He gets a kiss on the forehead from Sawamura. Â A kiss on his hand from Kuroo. Â Three kisses from Noya in about five minutes because he kept coming back in for more shots. Â Kenma stares him down until he opts to step out of the way â the last time he pissed Kenma off he hadnât been able to log into any network in their five building company for almost a month. and despite what some people think heâs not completely stupid.
Just a little reckless sometimes.
âHave you seriously just been standing in front of this fridge all night?â Â He glances up at Tanakaâs voice and grins at him. Â Recklessness often pays off. Â Which is why he does it.
âI have been.â
âYou know most people come to a party to socialize.â
âBasically every single person who has come to this party has come into this kitchen. Â I am socializing.â
âBy blocking the fridge?â
âBy blocking the fridge.â
Tanaka glances around the kitchen and sighs. Â âAnd if someone wants into the fridge because thatâs where their drinks are?â
Satori grins even wider and tilts his head before he flicks his pointer finger up and gestures towards the ceiling.
âOne kiss to get into the fridge. Â Thatâs the fee.â
âHave you seriously been waiting here all night and just kissing anyone and everyone who comes along?â
âI mean. More or less. Â I donât necessarily mind kissing any of them but I will admit that I have been hoping for one particular person to come along more than the others and I havenât kissed them yet.â
Tanaka raises his brows and eyes Satori. Â âOh? Â And who would that be?â
Satori crooks his finger at Tanaka. Â âCâmere and give me a kiss and Iâll tell you.â
Heâs only been wanting to kiss Tanaka for about two years now and the moment their lips meet he knows that itâs been worth the wait. Â Every moment of the last two years has been worth it.
âTanaka whatâs taking so long to get myââ Â He has no idea how long theyâve been kissing when Tsukishima comes into the kitchen. Â âSeriously. Â Seriously?â Â Tsukishima sighs and mutters something but Satori is too busy making up for two years of not kissing Tanaka senseless every chance he got to really listen.
FOUR
âItâs kind of hard to watch,â Hajime says as he sits on the couch next to Suga and grimaces.
âYeah. Â Theyâve been like this since high school.â
âThat long?â
âThat long.â
âDamn. Â And I thought Oikawa and Makki were bad.â
Suga snickers. Â âOh they were. Â These two are almost worse somehow.â
Hajime tilts his head as he watches the two men across the room. Â âItâs impressive in a frightening way.â
âIt really is.â
They watch the other men in companionable silence as the men laugh and talk, heads tilted together gently.
âI canât do this anymore,â Tsukishima says and Hajime looks up in surprise. Â He swears Tsukishima hadnât been there just a second ago. Â But now heâs perched on the arm of the arm of the couch next to Hajime. Â âPut us out of our misery, Suga. Â Please.â
Tsukishima hands Suga something. Â Hajime canât see what it is but it makes Sugaâs eyes light up and he gives them both a wild grin before shooting off the couch and hurrying across the room. Â Hajime figures Tsukishima will get up and take Sugaâs seat but he just stays there perched next to Hajime as Suga grabs Mattsunâs attention and starts whispering to him. Â The way Mattsun smiles makes Hajime wonder for a brief moment what kind of chaos Tsukishima just unleashed.
Then Suga is clambering onto Mattsunâs back and Mattsun is striding over so Suga can dangle the mistletoe in his hand over his unsuspecting victims.
âDaichi,â Suga calls out. Â âChikara. Â I love you both and I know you both very well. Â So just trust me when I say just kiss already.â
Daichiâs cheeks flush and Ennoshita looks ready to kill Suga but the entire living room starts to chant for them to kiss and Ennoshita shrugs and pulls Daichi into a deep kiss that has the whole room bursting out in cheers and whistles.
âSo,â Hajime says. Â âWhoâs next?â
FIVE
He will deny it to his dying day but Kei actually does kind of have a soft spot in that dark pit he calls a heart for a certain overly enthusiastic ball of sunshine and happiness. Â He doesnât want to date Hinata but he does like to make the little shit happy when he can. Â It usually doesnât take much. Â A cute cat meme or a meat bun left on his desk here. Â The absolute destruction of an opposing company whose CEO thought Hinata was an easy target there. Â Little things.
The look Iwaizumi gives him when he suggests giving Ushijima the mistletoe with a little bit of instruction is highly uncalled for. Â Itâs far too soft and fond and it makes it look like Iwaizumi thinks Kei is sweet or something.
âDo you want to do this or not?â Â Iwaizumi snorts at Kei, which is also uncalled for. Â âLook just give him the mistletoe and leave Hinata to me. Â And stop looking at me like that.â
âLike what?â
âLike Iâm some puppy who just learned a new trick or something.â
âWhatever,â Iwaizumi says as he grabs the mistletoe from Kei. Â âJust get him to us in a couple minutes. Â Iâll make sure no one else is there.â
He watches Iwaizumi wander out of the room and takes a moment to brace himself. Â No matter how long heâs known Hinata he needs to prepare himself to interact with the guy. Â Thereâs just so much energy there. Â Itâs a lot to take in.
After he gathers himself he heads for the front porch. Â Heâs pretty sure he saw Hinata head outside a few minutes ago.
âHey,â he says as he leans against the railing next to Hinata. Â âHowâs it going?â
âNot too bad.â Â Hinata chuckles. Â âYouâve been busy tonight.â
âDidnât know you were keeping tabs on me.â
âWell when half our coworkers are suddenly making out it tends to draw some attention. Â Especially since before this party all of one couple was already a couple.â
âThatâs fair.â Â Kei bumps their shoulders together. Â âYou wanna make another couple happen tonight?â
Hinata peers at him curiously. Â âWho?â
âYou and the tall wall of muscle you drool over during your lunch breaks.â
Hinata perks up. Â âI like the sound of that. Â But do you think he does?â
âIwaizumi is talking to him now. Â From what Iâve seen while youâve been drooling itâs a safe bet that he does too.â Â He pushes away from the porch railing and starts to head back inside. Â âYou coming with to find out,â he asks over his shoulder. Â âOr are you going to chicken out?â
âLead the way Tsukishima. Â Iâm not afraid of anything.â
Kei leads Hinata to the home office in the back corner of the house. Â He can practically feel Hinata vibrating behind him and he shakes his head. Â He opens the door and ushers Hinata inside. Â Iwaizumi is leaning against the desk next to Ushijima but he pushes away from it when Kei and Hinata step inside the office.
Iwaizumi pats Ushijimaâs shoulder and smiles at Hinata.
Hinata heads for the desk and Ushijima stands up straight when Hinata gets to him.
Kei doesnât work with Ushijima much so he canât read him the greatest but he thinks the guy actually looks nervous as he pulls his hand out from behind his back and holds a sprig of mistletoe above Hinataâs head.
Hinata smiles up at Ushijima and nods enthusiastically.
PLUS ONE
Tsukishima pulls Hajime out of the office just before Hinata and Ushijimaâs lips meet.
âSo,â Hajime sighs happily. Â âJob well done all around I think.â
Tsukishima laughs softly and nods. Â âWe did good. Â Though you werenât nearly as sneaky as you seemed to think you were.â
Hajime waves his hand as they walk down the hall.
âBeing sneaky wasnât the point.â
âWhat was the point then?â
Hajime leans against the wall next to the hall closet and Tsukishima stops in front of him. Â Hajimeâs gaze flickers to the ceiling and then he watches as Tsukishima looks up and a smile slides onto his face. Â He reaches out and grabs Tsukishimaâs sweatshirt, tugging him closer with a grin.
âCome on and kiss me already.â
âWell if you insist.â Â Tsukishima lets Hajime tug him forward until heâs pinning Hajime against the wall. Â âHappy Anniversary, Hajime.â
âHappy Anniversary, Kei,â Hajime mumbles against his lips.
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Gaby my love welcome back!! How about some Kasamatsu? I know, I know, big surprise right? ;)
@ourneverendingpossibilities Two birds in one stone! Iâm not sure if this kind of story suits him, but I was so inspired⌠Enjoy!
Readerâs gender is supposed to be unspecified, but let me know if I slipped. Also very little dialogue? I hope itâs not boring.
Also contains adult-ish themes, but none too NSFW. Semi-NSFW, maybe.
This piece is long! Placed a Keep Reading so as to not flood your screen.
One: a business arrangement is not love.
The wedding reception was fast. The two of you showed convincing displays of affection, sharing a few kisses on the lips and holding hands when necessary. To the naked eye of the public, you and Kasamatsu Yukio looked just like two people in love. To a select few, however, the wedding was merely an act.
âThat was kind of exhausting,â you sigh, tipping the champagne glass to allow you to chug all of it in. Kasamatsu doesnât bat an eyelash, helping himself to the liquor.
âYeah.âÂ
Although the two of you are not in love, you are not enemies either. Dressed in matching robes (complimentary, from the hotel staff in celebration of your tying the knot), you and your husband across one another on the balcony overlooking a spectacular view of the city. Not exactly the way you imagined your wedding night to goâdrinking with your spouse until the edge of sobriety, that isâand to be fair, probably not how he imagined it to go as well.
Youâre doing this for duty. Heâs doing this for the same reason, but mainly for his father. That much you know.
You decide to cut the silence first.
âNow that weâre stuck together,â you say, the sound mixed with your sigh of fatigue, âmight as well make the most of it.â The proclamation catches your now-husbandâs attention, because those metal blue eyes look at yours almost glaringly. You smile, averting your gaze from his in favor of the view.
âWhat Iâm saying is that we could at least be friends. Think of me as your roommate.â You continue, and the nostalgic visions in your head of university days cause you to break out into a grin and a small laugh. Perhaps itâs your mindâs own way to protect itself from the truth that you just got into a business marriage.
He scoffs, presumably amused at your antics. Your optimism is infectious. Kasamatsu suddenly doesnât really mind the arrangement, not when his assigned partner is trying to exploit the most fun out of it.Â
He proposes a toast to the roommate agreement, and the two of you continue to drink the night away.
Two: you donât fall in love with your roommate.
Kasamatsu Yukio might seem like an incredibly practical, straightforward individual upon oneâs first impression. Like a trained assassin, his mannerisms and course of action are geared towards the completion of a goalâdefinitely not the type to lay back and smell the flowers.Â
Yet you have seen him laugh openly like heâs nine again. Many times this months. From your spontaneous and deadly tickle fights to some lame joke you made, from late night comedies to just⌠simple conversations.Â
Youâve learned to understand him better in the period of three months of sharing a living space and a ring on each of your fingers.
You might have learned a little bit too much.
Because you catch yourself staring at his back while he flips the pancakes. Because your walls tumble down as he asks you how your day was. Because you feel your heart might burst when he ruffles your hair and whispers âgood nightâ. Because he acts like he cares.
One morning you wake, the blue lights of dawn filtering in through the blinds, and he is a painting. Beautiful, undisturbed, eternal.
And you realize you are falling for him.
You exit the apartment early that day, before he wakes, making sure to leave behind a note on the fridge with some near-acceptable reason to get out of the house at 6 in the morning. You canât bear to face him knowing that you just. might. love him.
Three: you donât get jealous of your roommate.
His fatherâs health deteriorated. He isnât doing well mentally. You are almost always left with the shell of Kasamatsu Yukio when he comes back home after a hospital visit. You fix him a warm drink alwaysâfall may have just begun, but the cold air does not hold back.
But his heart, too, has grown cold.
2 a.m. and heâs gone from his side of the bed. You are only awake because of the annoying urge to go to the toilet. Worried, you call him once, twice, no response. Trying to stay up all night for him doesnât workâyou canât help but fall asleep at 5 a.m., at least half an hour before he comes back home. You donât see him until the next night because of work, but when you doâŚ
âWhere did you go last night?â
âOut.â
You resist the urge to roll your eyes, taking into consideration his fatigued mental state thanks to his fatherâs condition. âSeemed like it. Where?â
âItâs none of your business.â
Dinner that night is cold and silent, the click-clack of silverware against plates seems louder than they usually are, as if intimidating you by showing just how not-your-business his nightly outings are.Â
Youâre in a business marriage, after all.Â
Soon, that one night out turns into two, and then three, and then five times in two weeks. You lie in bed restless for all those occasions, until you decide to earn the truth from somebody elseâs confessionâone of Kasamatsuâs aides, a man that just joined the company, oblivious towards the charade that is your marriage.Â
You donât have to pretend much to be a worried wife. Youâre already worried. The aide sees that, and does his best to dig around. He finally tells you, through text, that your husband has been hanging around one of his closest friends. Theyâve been spotted at multiple nightclubs, each visit rousing huge numbers of people to crowd and gather there.
If you know one person in Kasamatsuâs circle that is all about the night life, itâs Kise Ryouta.
The blonde is also all about the womenâor men, depending on his mood, so they sayâand a bitter taste enters your mouth. You arenât eating or chewing on anything.
Jealousy enters your system like bile. Kasamatsu, club-hopping, a woman or man (also depending on his mood, you think) hooked on each of his arm. Heâd drink, brood, looking like a fine damaged hunk with the top two buttons of his shirt open. Youâve seen that sight before during the first days of his fatherâs diagnosis. Although itâs hard at first for you to concoct that image in your mind, thanks to Kasamatsuâs usual virtuous and morally strong behavior, you quickly attribute it to the stress heâs had a lot of recently.Â
An angel fallen. Not uncommon to hear people turn to sex when they want to escape from reality.Â
He probably doesnât find you to his tastes.
Maybe he likes his girls and guys a little wilder, wearing revealing clothing and purring on his lap, calling him something kinky like daddy or master. Maybe he wants them to giggle next to him, playfully drawing circles on his chest and whispering provocative things in his ear. Maybe he prefers to have them at the back of a nightclub, scarcely hidden in the shadows while he claims them.
You remember him flipping pancakes.
Asking you how your day was, ruffling your hair and whispering âgood nightâ. You remember him smiling, and you cry yourself to sleep.
Four: youâre bad at lying.
His father has almost fully recovered and itâs as if nothing has happened. He starts talking to you again like he didnât disappear at least three or four times a week in late September. Heâs suddenly your good friend again.Â
You, on the other hand, have a hard time pretending everything is okay. Itâs hard enough to keep up the act in public, when the two of you are together, but you have to put that mask on even in your own home. Youâre crumbling inside. Cold. You want to push him away, but that will lead him to question.
And you canât bear to let your feelings slip. Itâs clear that he doesnât feel the same, judging by the midnight escapades, the way he shuts you out. Youâre suffering alone.
âAre you okay?â
Heâs asked that a billion times today, you duly note, and you try your best to give him that eye-smile you gave the people at your wedding. Itâs a charmer. They always fall for it. The corner of your mouth twitches weakly, and inside, you know youâve lost.Â
âYeah, Iâm fine.â
âDoesnât look like it,â he asks, clearly concerned. You take a glance at those metal blue eyes and immediately look away, pretending that your platter of toast and scrambled eggs is way more interesting.
âIâm fine,â you repeat, trying to sound final.
â____________, youâve been acting really weird lately.â
How do you even respond to that? You sigh, feigning exhaustion but really, itâs frustration. Frustration towards your silly feelings that decide that itâs better for you to fall in love with him, your fake. husband. living together with you under the guise of a fake. marriage. Itâs for fucking money.
âWorkâs just stressing me out.â
âI know you better than you think,â he says, setting down his fork and knife. âIf itâs work, you wouldâve already ranted to me a thousand times about it already.â
âThis oneâs different,â you mutter, âI canât really talk about it.â
âThe hell does that mean? Our companies are close to a mergerâyou should talk about it.â
And then you look at him straight in the eye, breakfast forgotten. He looks at you, confused yet hypnotized. Your eyebrows crease just the slightest but enough for him to see from across the table, the tightness of your lips also visible. Youâre sending him a message that youâre not even aware of. Your face tells him first. Your eyes tell him next.
Your lips tell him last.
âI canât talk about it.â
A chord strikes in him, reverberating in the chambers of his soul, sounding like a whisper, but its echoes shout. He understands. You donât see it yet.
Five: heâs bad at lying.
The next few days pass with him being so unusually close to you. The roles have reversed: in the fall, you were always beside him like a blanket, full of warmth and embracing him just in case he decides to wilt away. This time, in the wake of winter, youâre the one escaping him, and heâs watching, touching a piece of you to make sure you donât. Your wrist, your shoulder, your cheek.Â
He witnesses moments where itâs as if he has thawed you outâyour eyes are always quite tellingâbut in a second, the sign is gone, leaving him wondering if he merely conjured it.
And then one day he talks to you after dinner. You have a few strands of spaghetti on your plate, but he half-drags you to the couch, ignoring your excuses of being tired after work.Â
âThereâs someone,â he says.
You swallow. So your imagination turned out to be true. The dinner sitting in your stomach threatens to make its way back out, but you brace yourself and continue. Feigning mild surprise, you reply, âI see.â
The voice barely sounds like you. Has that much life and energy escaped you?
âYou know where Iâve been. September.â
âYeah,â you answer, mouth dry. His eyes pierce through you, and you canât find it in you to look away no matter how much you need to.
Thereâs a bitter smile on his lips, like an unspoken apology. âKise has a way of roping me into doing things that I⌠donât really want. But you know I was in a bad place. I wanted to forget the truth.â
âI understand,â you answer again, more robotic than genuine. Your mind is reeling yet still. This is happening. Who knows whatâs going to happen to you. Maybe heâll have the divorce papers ready by tomorrow. Heâll tell you you need to pack up.
Youâre leaving him.
âKise invites me to the places he frequents for drinksâor more. You know him. He insists that he knows some people that might help take my mind off of things.âÂ
Youâre silent. Does he really need to tell you all this? Couldnât he just leave it at that and tell you to go? The couch and the floor it stands on suddenly doesnât seem so stable. Kasamatsu looks down at his hands, clearly trying to get a bearing of himself, and you take the chance, praying your voice wonât come out shaky.
âItâs alright, you donât have to tell me,â you say. You can do this. The faster you get over this, the better. He doesnât have to see you cry. âIâm okay with whatever you do from here on out, though Iâm more concerned about your father. I can help you with the divorce lawyerââ
ââbut you donât understand, ____________, Iâm married to that someone.â
A hand cups your cheek and your mind turns blank, like a film reel cut short. He looks down at your knees, swallowing, his other hand clenching and unclenching. He chastises himself for being reduced into a mess, but thereâs no time to stop.
âYouâre glowing. All the time, around the house, like a fireball. I thought I was going to live in a cold apartment for the rest of my life. After the wedding, you made me laugh for the first time in months. You roped me into tickle fights. You somehow made me want to make breakfast for you. Youâre impossible to defy. Every night we sleep on the same bed, I have a growing urge to take you into my arms and hug you.â He chuckles, the refreshing sound breaking his stream of words. âAnd to think it started with me wondering how it feels to have you sleep against my chest.â
âKasamatsuââ
He has a thumb on your lips, caressing so gently it makes you want to cry. Your eyes water, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.Â
âDonât call me that. Call me like weâre in public.â
ââŚYukio.âÂ
âLouder.â
âYukio.â
âTell me the things you tell people when weâre in public.â
âIâm happy with Yukio.â
âTell me more.â
âI⌠love Yukio.â
He presses a kiss on your temple and you sob, cupping your mouth.
âTell me more,â he repeats, softer this time.
âI love you, Yukio.â
His lips meet yours and you see stars behind your closed eyelids, the salt from your tears barely registering. Kasamatsuâs hand snakes to cup the back of your head, urging you gently to take more of him. You sigh, and he takes his chance. Warmth slips into your mouth and you moan at the taste of him, something youâve only been able to long for, your fingers running up his sculpted chest. The two of you part for air, and even then, his lips still hover over yours, hot breath tingling your skin.
âI love you, too.âÂ
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Re: Adrenaline Junkies BoKuroo/Officer Daichi. Daichi has a really bad day at work and he just feels like crap and is surprised to find himself seeking solace from BoKuro, finally initiating a text and at first they're OVER THE MOON, OMG SAWAMURA TEXTED US 1ST, until they find out what happened and they immediately bombard him with requests to come over and comfort him and he's so in need of happy that he agrees and they just sit together watching a comedy or something.
AWWWWWEEEEEE THATâS SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!! ;;;;A;;;; Bokuroo be super protective of daichi, asking him âIS IT YOUR BOSS? IS IT A PUNK YOU ARRESTED? DO YOU NEED ME TO GO TALK TO THEM?â and daichiâs very amused with this situation ;w;Â Being hugged by boâs strong arms and kuroo feeding him snacks while watching a movie until a funny part happened and kuroo burst out laughing but it ended up with him almost choking with the snack stuck in his throat, daichi and bo wheezing because of him rather than the movie...URGH. itâs so soft....
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That IwaKuro FWB to something more was sooooo good!!!!
aesfijoawpoierf Iâm so glad you liked it! I actually held onto it for a hot minute because I wasnât sure if it was good enough, so Iâm glad it turned out!
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