“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids, with Sekizan? Your choice who says it! Thanks!

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Sorry about the wait Lovely!  I’m going to be getting back to it here pretty quickly!

Sekizan Takuya

There were some days when you were sure your heart was going
to give out.

You’d loved him so much for so long that you couldn’t
imagine not loving him.  You’d been together since you were
children – he’d always been beside you in some capacity.  When you went to
high school that changed somewhat.  His life, seemingly overnight, became
all about rugby and he immersed himself in it.  He was still one of your
best friends, but he made new friends and expanded.  If you wanted to
spend any time with him, it had to be on his schedule, which was, sadly,
packed full.  You doubted there wasn’t a moment he wasn’t training.

It made your heartache.  You wondered if this was your
future – your desire for him, and his ignorance of it.  Would you watch
him grow so far from you that you couldn’t even reach him anymore?  He’d
go to college and you were no longer sure if you could or should follow
him.  You’d always been together, right from grade school, but maybe it
was time to let go of that dream.

“Ne, Takuya?” You asked one day as, by some miracle, he had
time to walk home with you.

“Hm?” He answered, his bag, and yours, thrown over his
shoulder.

You took a deep breath, closed your eyes and said, “What if
I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids?”

He stopped instantly, frozen in shock.  He didn’t look
at you right away, and you were left squirming, wringing your hands in front of
you like you had done something wrong.  You hadn’t, you just wanted to let
him know, since graduation was not too far off the horizon and you felt like
you were losing him.

Finally, after several long moments, he turned to you, brows
furrowed and eyes solemn.  You swallowed and prepared for the worst. 
This was when he let you down gently, when he told you that his feelings
weren’t the same, that he cared about you, but not like that.

You had your eyes lowered, so you didn’t immediately see him
move.    You did feel him put down the bags and step in front of
you.  “_____,” he murmured.

You held your breath as he loomed broad shouldered and
massive in front of you.  When his fingers hooked beneath your chin, you
allowed him to lift it.  You barely had time to process the touch before
his lips covered yours.  He kissed you so gently your heart jumped clear
to your throat and you dizzy quickly.

“I would say,” he rumbled against your lips, “That I have
loved you for forever and that I am glad you got the courage to tell me. 
I would have never done it on my own.”

When your eyes opened to look at his face, he was blushing
and looked shy.  He was so adorable, you couldn’t stop yourself from
throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.  “I’m so glad…
so, so glad.”

You could almost feel his smile as he pressed it into your hair
and hugged you bag, completely oblivious to the spectacle the pair of you made
on the sidewalk.

Cute cute cute!!!! Thank you so much for this! I loved it!

Follower Appreciation Post #4

Here it is the final appreciation post for my top four followers for the month of July. Thank you again so much for all your support and your sweet words! This dear follower asked for a fluff piece for Kagami just enjoying the simple things in life. I really hope you like this!

It’s early when Kagami rises from bed, stretching tight, taught muscles. It’s always a bit awkward sleeping in a new bed, even one with a mattress as comfortable as this, but he knows it isn’t lack of comfort keeping him from snuggling back to your side; he’s excited–and nervous.

It’s been a long time coming but you and he finally managed to make it to Japan for a joint vacation with his former team from Seirin. The logistics were a nightmare, mostly due to varying schedules, but the time has finally arrived and he can’t wait for them to meet you; not even Kuroko has.

Truthfully, none of this would have ever happened if it hadn’t been for you. Kagami is no stranger to odd and abnormal abilities in people but still shook his head in bewilderment when you outlined the plan and showed him where you’d all be staying. Finding two bungalows big enough to house the whole former Seirin High basketball team was impressive enough but to be neighboring one another and this close to the beach, elevated his impression of you to a higher level than it already was.

The rumble from his stomach echoes from the bed in a lower cadence and he chuckles as you roll over, your lips moaning out something that sounds like “breakfast”. He can’t tell if you’re putting in a request or dreaming but either way it fits with his plans for the morning and so he heads to the kitchen (fully stocked prior to your arrival because of course you would have found people to get it taken care of) and begins preparations of the meal.

“Taiga?”

Your sleepy voice draws his attention momentarily from the sizzling bacon and despite his best effort he feels a blush creeping over his cheeks at the sight of you rubbing your eyes clad in one of his shirts. You’re positively swimming in it, highlighting the vast differences in your sizes and it wakes something primal and possessive in his chest; but he can’t leave the bacon or it will burn.

Forcing his attention away from you, he says, “G’morning sleepyhead, hope you’re hungry.”

You move to one of the barstools at the counter, taking a deep long breath through your nose; “Everything smells so good, Taiga, you really are an amazing cook.”

He grins at your praise; “And you haven’t even tasted it yet.”

“My nose tells me all I need to nose.”

Kagami groans and rolls his eyes. “Please don’t say anything like that around Izuki-san, they’ll be no stopping him,” he complains.

Your light airy giggle gains another smile from him. The bacon finally finishes cooking and he sets it on paper towels to dry, allowing him to do what he’s wanted to since you entered the room; take you in his arms and kiss you.

Which he does, slow and gentle, but insistent, his large hands trailing through your hair before sliding down your back to settle on your hips, holding you close, pressing the soft of your chest to the firmness of his. You let loose a little whimper and he feels his blood start to race but there’s not enough time to do what he wants to and so reluctantly he breaks the kiss though stays close to you.

“What was that for?” you ask a bit breathless.

“I can’t just kiss my girlfriend?” he asks through a laugh. He’s pleased at the flush of your cheeks, the glaze of your eyes, happy in the knowledge he can melt you like this.

“Of course you can, you just… don’t usually, not like that,” you explain haltingly. After a seconds pause, you continue hastily, “I’m not complaining! Just… it caught me off guard, but it was nice and I–”

He cuts off your cute rambling with another kiss then nuzzles your nose; “Let’s eat while the food’s still hot.”

It’s mid-afternoon when the gang arrives and Kagami opens the door as they make their way up the path.

“Kagami!” Koganei shouts, waving like a fool.

“Hey guys,” Kagami returns, trying to keep his cool but vibrating with emotion fighting to spill out; it really has been too long since he’s seen these guys.

“Wow, guess being a big superstar on the court’s worked out well for you,” Hyuga comments, eyeing the establishments. He winces under a smack from Riko; “What the hell was that for?”

“Jealousy doesn’t become you, Hyuga Junpei,” she huffs.

“I’m not jealous,” he mumbles, slinging his back over his shoulder.

Kagami shakes his head.

Some things never change.

“Kagami-kun.”

Like the fact Kuroko still can sneak up on people without even trying; “Shit Kuroko, I’ve gotten rusty.”

The blue hair male smiles; “What’d you mean rusty? You weren’t that perceptive to begin with.”

“Shut up,” Kagami snaps but there’s little malice in his tone. After a second, he sticks out his hand which Kuroko takes; “Good to see you.”

The group head inside, all jabbering to and over each other, excitement mounting at being back together again after so many years apart. Sure, there’ve been clusters who stuck close, such as Mitobe (who still doesn’t say much if anything) and Koganei and Furihata, Kawahara, and Fukuda who all live together in a way too small and way too expensive apartment but there hasn’t until now been a time formed to get everyone together.

And it’s all thanks to you, who make your appearance as they all settle in the living room.

Kagami’s face lights up at your entry; “Ah, everyone, this is ________ and she’s pretty much the reason we’re all here this weekend.”

You’re blushing, stammering out, “It… it’s no big deal, Taiga, I mean, I didn’t really–”

“Don’t be so modest, _______-chan, we really appreciate all you’ve done to make this happen,” Riko says with a smile, extending her hand which you take.

She calms you and Kagami is thankful she’s there, otherwise this weekend may have ended up a bit more of a challenge since he’s doubtful he could reign in the craziness that is and always will be Seirin.

It takes a little time for everyone to get settled into their rooms–arguments about who’s sharing with who, who gets the bed, the floors, the couch, whatever–but finally everyone is changed and ready to hit the beach.

Kagami tries not to be possessive, but the sight of you in your bathing suit fills his chest with a rush of pride knowing all that loveliness is his and his alone.

The plan is to go surfing, but it ends up that you and he have to teach these knuckleheads first because it becomes apparent that none of them can, save for Mitobe who just stands with that soft smile on his face watching as person after person wipes out.

Not that Kagami is much better of a teacher; “No, no, idiot! Too far forward, you’re gonna–”

“Aiiieeee!!” Koganei shrieks before the wave takes him.

“Tip the board,” Kagami finishes palming his face.

“Patience, sweetie,” you coo but can’t hide your chuckle at their misfortunes.

Most give up after repeated fails, opting instead to sit on the sand or play in the waves while 

you, Kagami, and Mitobe wow them with your “hang ten” skills.

Evening falls and everyone is starving, a natural result of staying in the sun and water all day.

“Ugh, I’m so beat, but I’m the only one who can cook,” Kagami complains, his arm slung heavily over your shoulders.

He quirks an eyebrow up at your responding giggle; “Oh ye of little faith, do you really think I don’t have a plan?”

“What do you–” Kagami’s words cut off as he opens the door and the flood of a very familiar and missed scent hits his nostrils.

Every eye goes wide at the sight of an unfathomable amount of somehow, fresh and positively mouthwatering Majin burgers and fries laid out on the table and counter.

“Dig in,” you offer, extending a hand and it’s like the starting pistol for a feeding frenzy.

Everyone gathers mounds of food and drink, moving to various seats to enjoy the salty, grease filled fair.

Kagami takes a large bit of his third or fourth burger and looks around. He swallows then smiles, happier than he’s been in years. He looks at you, laughing with Riko, about what he doesn’t know, but he doesn’t need to.

It may not have been simple getting here, but it is the simple things that make him most happy.

Things like food, friends, family and–most importantly–you.

What more could he ever ask for?

Follower Appreciation Post #3

To my very dear friend Admin Iwa-chan. Thank you for always being such a great supporter of my work. I know you’ve been having a bit of a rough time of it and I wanted to give you something extra special. I thought about making one massive scene but then decided it would be good to get you a little mix of sweet and spicy with your top fave boys. I really hope you enjoy this and I hope things get better soon!

Semi – Sweet

Despite Tendou’s claim of his inferiority regarding fashion, Semi rather enjoys shopping and taking you–his lovely and ever so sweet girlfriend–to all your favorite places is a treat for him.

“Try this one,” he says, handing you a long skirt, “it will look nice with that halter top I think.”

“You really should change professions, Eita, you’d make a great personal shopper,” you say with a giggle.

“This only works because I know you,” he draws you closer, tickling the small hairs of your ears as he whispers into it, “and your body so well.” He licks the rim making your knees turn to jelly.

With valiant effort, you push away, giving him a half scolding look and a huff of, “Eita, behave.”

He merely grins before turning back to the peruse the racks once more. When you have a sufficient number of items to warrant a trip to the dressing room, Eita finds them and guides you inside; “I’ll be here, just come out and show me the stuff,” he says taking a seat on one of the couches in the waiting area.

You nod, move inside and lock the stall door.

It’s a bit of a long process, first removing your own clothes then putting on and taking off the various frocks he’s found for you but it’s also fun. You laugh together at things that simply do not work (“What was I thinking? That color would look horid on anyone”) and he enjoys the squeals of delight you let out at finding things that look amazing.

All in all, it’s a successful trip, with you acquiring a good number of flowy shirts (“Sleeveless to show off your sexy arms”), short cut pants (“It’s a crime to cover up such sexy calves”) and a few dresses (“We’ll go to that new restaurant that just opened so I can show you off”).

By the end of the afternoon you’re both a bit beat, but happy, having enjoyed the time together. Semi decided to really spoil you by paying for it all despite your protests.

“It’s not a big deal, besides I don’t have anything I like spending money on more than you, so shush.”

Your pout makes him snicker, drawing you closer to his side, his lips finding your ear again; “Or if you’re really worried about it, you can thank me at home in the best suit you own.” He suckles your ear lobe; “Your birthday suit.”

Iwaizumi – Spicy

“And then he yelled at us and I was trying not to cry but it was just so frustrating because nobody is listening!”

Iwaizumi clenches his fist; how dare anyone treat you like this!

He gives your hand a squeeze then stands, rolling his shoulders and stretching.

You look at him, confused. Why isn’t he cuddling you? Holding you tight and telling you things will get better even though at the moment nothing feels like it will ever change?

“Hajime?”

He turns to look at you, his face a mask of thunder; “I’m gonna kick that bastard’s ass,” he says, voice low and dangerous.

But to your ears, it sounds delightful. You stand hurriedly, wrapping your arms around his neck and plant a long, hard kiss to his lips. Momentarily off guard, it takes him a second to react but then his hands are on your ass, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist, settling comfortably on his hips.

He breaks away, leaving a path of hot, wet, lewd kisses on your neck, destination: Cleavage Town.

You gasp as his tongue swirls over the top of your breasts, tilting your head back to give him better access, fire erupting in your veins at the violent tug he gives to one side of your loose collar t-shirt exposing your bra. He licks over your lace cover nipple, drawing it to an almost painful peak making you writhe and whimper; “Ha…Hajime… please… now….”

You feel his wicked, sharp grin against your skin, exhale a sigh of relief when he settles you back on the couch only to draw the breath back in a sharp inhale when he actually rips your shirt and bra clean off leaving your top half exposed.

“Damn minx, distracting me,” he growls, eyes roving appreciatively over your disheveled state, lips parted and slick from his kisses.

You give him a sly grin of your own; “I just thought of a better use for that energy. Plus, endorphins are good mood boosters you know.”

Iwaizumi chuckles as he removes his shirt, tight abs and perfect pecs coming into view making your mouth water. He grins at you licking your lips; “See something you like?”

You merely nod, crook your finger in a come hither motion that sends him to his knees. He leans forward, capturing your nipple with his lips and sucks, palming the other breast roughly drawing a moan of his name.

“I hope you’re ready baby,” he grunts, shirking off your shorts and drawing your legs around his head, settling between your thighs, “I’m gonna make you see so many stars, Shittykawa will be jealous.”  

Your laughter morphs into a moan at his first lick. The angle is a bit awkward with you half lying on the couch but he makes you forget all about the discomfort, all about the asshole at work, all about anything but the feel of his tongue lapping at your creamy center.

Kiyoshi / Aomine – Blistering

It’s another blisteringly hot day sending you moaning to lay your head in the freezer. The relief is temporary and only for your face at best but at the moment it feels like heaven.

“Oi! Shut that door, the ice cream’ll melt!” Aomine’s voice calls from the couch.

You sigh, slamming the door and flop into a chair dramatically; “But it’s sooooo hot,” you whine. Your head tips back as you fan your face which does little good since all you have around you in hot air. The feel of more heat and wet against the side of your neck coupled with the press of a very hard and hot body against you makes you gasp.

Aomine swirls his tongue around the curve of your ear, his teeth nipping your lobe then doubles back to where it started on the side of your neck, lapping at your skin. One hand keeps him from laying his full weight upon you, gripping the edge of the chair, while the other slides under your shirt, up your stomach and lands on your braless breast, his fingers pinching the nipple.

“Daiki… fuck… it’s too… hot…” you pant, both from heat and from, well, heat.

“If you can’t beat the heat, fuck it,” he grunts, still working a good size hickey into your flesh.

“Damn it, Daiki, I can’t wear sweaters in this heat, you can’t mark me up there!” you protest, though your body betrays your pleas, your head tipping back to give him more access to overheated skin, your chest pressing harder into his own.

“What a sight to come home to.” Kiyoshi sounds amused as he goes through the motions of his homecoming routine: keys on the hook, shoes in the rack, bag in the bench; “Guess I’ll have to put these in the freezer for later.”

You hear the rustle of plastic, crack open your eyes and find he’s stopped by the little shop on the corner on his way home and brought back popsicles.  

Aomine glances at the bag then back to you; “I can think of something less cold and much harder I want these pretty lips to wrap around.” His thumb trails over your bottom lip.

“Agreed but that would require much less clothing and perhaps a change in location? I was thinking… cold shower?” Kiyoshi suggests, the sound of silk sliding against silk signaling the removal of his tie.

“Usually I take a cold one to settle this down,” Aomine says palming at the front of his protruding nylon shorts, “but I think princess here is gonna pass out without any help from us if we don’t cool her down some.”

You nod, taking in deep breaths of hot oxygen and wishing for a random thunderstorm. Even a hot rain would be preferable to this heat wave.

Aomine stands, pulling you up with him and throw you over his shoulder; “Fuck you are soaked and not even in a fun way,” he complains.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, idiot,” you snap back.

Kiyoshi’s chuckle rumbles out drawing your attention to him. He’s remove his dress shirt, leaving him in slacks and an undershirt, the latter of which gets removed next and tossed into the hamper.

You mouth fuck and he gives you that wicked grin not too many people have seen; the one that turns your legs to jelly or rather, lets you know that’s what’s coming.

Aomine sets you down roughly, whipping off his shirt and pushing his shorts to the ground leaving him fully naked to your and Kiyoshi’s roving eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I know I’m gorgeous, can we get to dunking and fucking now?” Aomine asks.

You huff but remove your own clothes, tossing them to join Kiyoshi’s in the hamper, Aomine’s left on the floor because he can pick up his own shit thank you very much.

Kiyoshi removes his pants, then pulls you into his arms. He’s hot and sticky but you’re past the point of caring, especially when he’s kissing you like this, his tongue coiling round your own, sucking the tip. His fingers trail lightly over your skin making you shiver despite the extreme heat but the feel of his large hands cupping your breasts makes you melt once more.

The sound of water hits your ears just as Aomine’s hand smacks your ass; “Oi, get in here,” he grunts.

He all but tosses you into the shower, it’s frigid spray making you shriek but it feels so good. You allow the water to pound onto your face cooling it down. It heats right back up when you turn around, open your eyes and find your boyfriends kissing heavily, Aomine groping Kiyoshi’s fine ass while his own hands rake through Aomine’s short cropped hair.

“Fuck that’s hot,” you breathe.

Aomine pulls away, giving a grin; “Yeah, we know. You ready to join us princess?”

For answer, you shove your way between the two of them, surrounding yourself with hard, hot, and heavy, the smell of their musk thick in your nostrils but you love it. You lean up on tiptoes, catching Aomine’s mouth with yours, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth. Behind you, Kiyoshi’s hands find your ass, palming and kneading the flesh making you moan into Aomine’s mouth.

“Why do you have to be so damn short?” Aomine complains, pulling the tap to turn off the water and shoving you back out of the shower, cutting off your sounds of protest with another searing kiss.

He hoists you up, carrying you to the bed and heedless of your still wet body dumps you on it, covering you with kisses.

You reach for Kiyoshi only to find him seated in the chair you’d placed in the bedroom for the times one of you just want to watch. He sees your pout and smiles; “It’s too hot for both of us baby, I don’t want you to overheat. Let Aomine take care of you, I like watching.”

That little admission has you heating up no matter what and you moan against the feel of Aomine’s teeth against the side of your throat. Against your skin he asks, “Front or back?” His question, you know, isn’t for you; it’s for Kiyoshi. The fact he even asks shows how far he’s come in curbing some of his innate selfishness since the three of you initially got together.

“Front, I wanna see her pretty face when she comes,” Kiyoshi replies, lazily stroking his half hard cock.

“Sounds good,” Aomine agrees, roughly placing you into position on hands on knees. His fingers trail over your pussy, rubbing your clit; “So wet baby, you want it that bad? You want my cock? You want me to fuck you, let Kiyoshi watch you fall apart?”

“Yes, fuck me please Daiki,” you moan.

“As you wish princess.” He presses the tip of his dick to your entrance, levels himself then pushes forward, bottoming out.

“Fuck!” you scream.

“That’s the idea,” Aomine chuckles. His hand wraps in your hair, tugging your head up. “Open your eyes, give Kiyoshi the show he so desperately wants.” You comply but it’s half hearted. Kiyoshi’s looking at the two of you with such open desire it makes your heart burn. Aomine sees it too; “Yeah, look at him, look how hard he is for you, for us. We’re making him feel good just by being together, isn’t that awesome? Look at that dick, don’t you just wanna lick it, let him fuck your face?”

“Yes, please,” your eyes meet Kiyoshi’s, “Teppei, let me suck your cock, please.”

“Well since you asked so nicely,” he says, standing and making his way to the bed.

Aomine repositions you to a better angle, releases your hair to allow your head to fall forward. You mouth at Kiyoshi’s cock, slicking it up with your tongue before drawing him eagerly in, filling your mouth as much as you can.

“Fuck that’s so hot,” Aomine breathes into your ear, watching as you suck.

Kiyoshi grunts, runs one hand through your hair to gather it at the nape of your neck while the other you know is rubbing over Aomine’s. The sound of wet, sloppy kisses fills your ears mixing well with the slick of your lips sliding over Kiyoshi’s dick. A wet pop, then your head is roughly tugged up, Kiyoshi’s tongue invading your mouth as he kisses you breathless, all while Aomine fucks into you, his hand smacking your ass for good measure.

“You look so beautiful,” Kiyoshi compliments, trailing a delicate touch over your cheek; “I love you.”

“I… love you… too,” you gasp; “And you Daiki, I… I love… I love you!”

Aomine keeps pounding, bringing himself to completion and filling you up.

He pulls out, spilling cum on the bedspread. Kiyoshi licks his lips, flips you to your back and buries his face between your legs. It doesn’t take him long to make you come, focusing all the attention of his tongue to your clit, lapping up the mess left by your and Aomine’s fuck fest.

Your legs are still shaking, your whole body is really, when you finally come back down to earth and watch with hazed eyes the sight of Aomine Daiki on his knees of all places sucking down Kiyoshi’s cock.

Kiyoshi’s fingers clench Aomine’s hair, tugging roughly as he pistons himself in his mouth; it’s much rougher than when he’s with you.

“Fu… fuck Daiki, your mouth’s good for some else beside running.”

Aomine mumbles something that sounds like “shut up” but his mouth is full of dick you so can’t be sure.

You’re still over sensitive but this sight is too good not to be fully enjoyed and you find your fingers pressing against your clit, rubbing in soft, slow circles at first until you can’t help but match the rhythm of Aomine’s bobbing head.

“That’s it, make yourself cum,” Kiyoshi groans watching you touch yourself, the commentary both for your and Aomine’s benefit; “Rub that clit, let me see how much watching Daiki letting me fuck his face turns you on.”

“Teppei… Daiki… fu… fuck!” You come again and so does Kiyoshi, pulling out to spray his load on Aomine’s chest.

The three of you stay motionless, you on your back, Kiyoshi standing and Aomine on his knees.

It’s the latter who says, “Now we really do need a shower.”

Fluffy scenarios with Asahi, Bokuto, Nishinoya and Ukai cuddling with their s/o that’s scared of thunderstorms?

hq-cuties-pls:

Wow it’s been 84 years, but I return with this self-indulgent nonsense! Did I crib a lot of notes from Ouran? Yes. Did this really resonate with me because I am absolutely scared of thunder? You bet. Does it matter than thunderstorms in Japan aren’t really a Thing because of their climate? Not even a little bit. I hope you enjoy!
~Admin Emma (Your Local Goblin)

Asahi

What had started as low rumblings before bed turned into cacophonous thunder that woke Asahi up from a dead sleep. That was no easy feat, given how heavily he slept, but thunder woke him easily. Not that he was afraid of thunder–far from it, actually–but he knew you were. The last time a storm had rolled through, he’d come home to find you shivering in the back of the closet with a pillow jammed around your head. That night was no exception.

“Hey,” he said, running his hand over the curve of your waist. You tensed under his touch, shrinking further under the covers. He wrapped a thick arm around your waist, holding you close. “Hey, ssh, It’s ok.”

“Asahi…” you whimpered, flinching when there was another flash of lightning. The thunder followed a few seconds after, loud and terrifying. It practically shook the entire house.

“Hey, hey,” Asahi soothed, pulling you a little closer. You buried your face in his chest, and he’d almost be embarrassed by the gesture if you weren’t so clearly afraid. He started rocking you gently, murmuring softly under his breath. “It’s going to be ok.”

This was a ritual for you. It was hard to see you so afraid, but he had things that scared him, too. He had totally irrational anxieties that turned him into a shaking, shivering, self-hating mess. You were always there to help him with those; so he would be there to help you with the thunder. He knew nothing he did that was rational would help. So he just allowed his presence to be enough, when it could be enough.

He would always protect you.

Bokuto

While he was no big fan of thunderstorms, he was more afraid of the power going out than anything else. His ADHD made his ears ring if it was totally silent, so if the power went out, he didn’t have his fan, and therefore he couldn’t sleep. So when a rare storm rolled through, he was instantly on high alert. He made sure his battery-powered white noise machine was charged, the candles and lighter were within easy reach, and the emergency supplies were where you’d left them last. You had leftover rice in the cooker, so if he got hungry he didn’t need power…

The storm rolled in so quickly, it didn’t take long for the thunder to roll over his head with a deafening crack. Up until that point, you’d been reading in the living room, bundled in one of his sweatshirts. You’d been pretty absorbed in your book, but the thunder yanked you right out of it. You were as alarmed as a sighthound catching movement in the bushes, and when the thunder cracked again, your eyes went wide.

Bokuto knew he had to get to work; “Hey, ____, I was thinking… I want you to show me that game. That crazy shooting RPG… Mass Effect?”

“You… you want to play Mass Effect?” You jumped when thunder cracked again, louder than before. But it was easier to get your attention again.

“Yeah! It looks fun! And you and Kuroo have that inside joke about ‘best store on the Citadel’ or whatever, and I want in!”

“Right…” you gulped when you saw the lightning flash again, but he held your attention. “Right now?”

“Yeah!” Bokuto said, exuberant and bright.

He wasn’t great at comforting. He wasn’t soft or gentle, he didn’t know how to hold you until you stopped being afraid. He was a man of action–a fixer. He needed to fix it. And he couldn’t fix an irrational fear.

But he could distract you, and make you feel loved and happy. And that was all he needed, really.

Noya

He came home from practice soaked to his skin, the sudden storm catching him by surprise. The apartment was dark, and the low hum of the AC unit was shockingly absent. The only sound was the driving rain outside. The power was out. You were nowhere to be seen.

“____?” Noya called, peeking into rooms as he searched. “____? You home?”

A flash of lightning, followed by an immediate crack of thunder. And then, he heard you. Just the tiniest whimper… you were in the bedroom. He should have known. He dropped his wet clothes into the laundry basket, scrubbed a towel over his hair quickly, and fished his phone out of his backpack. Thankfully, it didn’t get too wet. He plugged in his good headphones–the noise cancelling ones–and cracked the closet door. There you were, curled pathetically in the corner like a beaten dog.

He hated it. He hated that you were so scared, that he couldn’t be there for you. All he wanted was to make it go away. He stole the blanket from your bed and touched your knee. You practically leapt through the ceiling, your eyes darting nervously around before settling on him.

“Y-yuu…” Your voice shook, and you yelped when there was another crack of thunder.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” he said softly, whipping the blanket around your shoulders. He put the headphones over your ears, blasting your favorite playlist, and gathered you close. “It’s ok. I’m here.”

He rubbed your shoulder soothingly, feeling pleased with himself when you started relaxing into his side. He did this for you every time there was a storm. He didn’t even get that itch under his skin when he sat still for too long. This was too important to him. You were too important to him, and he didn’t want you to be scared anymore. He’d do anything…

An hour later, the power came back on, and you were fast asleep.

Ukai

He didn’t care about thunderstorms one way or the other; they came so rarely in Miyagi that he never really had to think about them. Okinawa, though… that was a different story. Many of the locals had warned him that day about a storm brewing just off the coast. Considering the big, ominous-looking clouds on the horizon, he’d taken it seriously. He was glad you’d packed your earplugs for the trip.

Sadly, the thunder was so loud and rain hit the window so hard it was near deafening, the ear plugs didn’t help. You’d tried to go to bed early, but the tension from the potential storm had kept you up. And now, with the rain and wind going full force, you were awake and likely not going to sleep any time soon.

He sighed, scratching at his hair as he climbed into bed with you. He snuck a hand under your shirt, rubbing soothing circles into your bare back; “Hey, it’s ok.”

You nodded, relaxing into his touch, but stiffening when lightning flashed again. He counted the seconds between the flash and the crack of thunder, and the storm was practically on top of the hotel. If he stared through the gauzy curtains, he could see thin cracks of light striking the sea. It would have been cool if you weren’t in his arms, shaking like a leaf.

He did the only thing he could do… the thing that you always said you liked. He sang to you. It was an old song, a traditional song his grandmother sang to him when he was young. It always soothed him, and despite the fact he wasn’t the most gifted singer in the world, you always seemed to love his singing voice. The first few times it had been embarrassing, but after years together, all self-consciousness about the roughness from years of smoking and his tone deafness and the way his voice cracked on higher notes had vanished. All he wanted was to make you feel loved.

After a time–he honestly lost track–your shaking stopped. He peered down to check on you. You weren’t asleep, but you were staring up at him with such naked affection in your eyes, his face flamed.

“Thanks, Keishin,” you said, brushing your fingers along his jaw in a way that made him shiver. “You always know what to do.”

He grinned, pressing gentle kisses to the corner of your mouth; “Anything for my future wife.”

I’M MELTING!!!! I, too, do not like thunder. I think storms are cool but they scare the crap out of me so I can totally relate. These were so, so, so SWEET Emma! You always knock it out of the park!

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Hello my dear! I was wondering if I could request a Yakuza! Kasamatsu where he originally kidnaps reader because her family owes a lot of money. But even when they manage to pay it off, he keeps her because he ends up falling in love with her? However, he lets reader decide if she wants to stay with him or leave?

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A/N: Everyone is aged
up, therefore, Kasamatsu is not his normal, blushing, can’t talk to women self.
That’s all fun and good but I wanted something a bit different with this one
and I hope you all enjoy it. Also, the essence of your ask is here just changed
up a little. I hope you love it!

Kasamatsu sighs, rubbing
the sides of his head. This is the part of his job he hates. No, scratch that,
he hates his whole existence in this fucked up world he’s been forced to
partake in but there’s nothing for it; he has nowhere else to go and he’s in
too deep to ever get out.

Imayoshi smiles, that
insincere, nefarious smile of his as their latest captive, or as he likes to
call them collateral, is ushered kicking and screaming into one of the “guest
rooms”.

“Quite the feisty one,
eh?” he asks looking at Kise.

The blonde snorts but
his eyes haven’t lost their gleam. If anything, they’re brighter. “Well if it
were easy all the time that would spoil some of the fun, now wouldn’t it?”

Kasamatsu shakes his
head, still perplexed how this can be the same guy they recruited a year ago.

They didn’t even have to
work that hard to persuade him, in fact he came along a little too willingly
for Kasamatsu’s taste. He remembers thinking Kise was a happy go lucky type of
guy, all sing song voice and flirty eyes, which now given his job as a lure
works well in their favor. But time has worn away that persona, at least behind
closed doors, and Kise’s revealed himself to be quite the deviant and sadistic
bastard. He thinks little of almost everyone, barely respecting his higher ups
and that’s mostly due to risk of punishment.

You think you know a
guy.

Banging is heard upon
the locked door, the woman’s voice shrill and penetrating. “Kindly get her to
stuff a sock in it, Kasamatsu,” Imayoshi orders.

The brunette grunts
something akin to “yes sir” before striding to the door. He yanks it open
sharply, a startled cry and wide eyes greeting him. He feels his heart almost
stop; she’s gorgeous. Not just that but there’s fire, passion, drive in her
eyes. She refuses to be a victim so matter how much she is one now.

“What the hell is this?
I demand that you release me! Do you know who my father is?” she yells getting
right in his face. Yep, she’s a brave one. He pushes her back hard enough to
land on the bed before slamming the door and crossing his arms.

“One, keep your mouth
shut or else I’ll make your stay infinitely less comfortable with a rope and
gag,” he says, voice calm and even. He watches her swallow her retort. “Two,
we’re very aware of who your father is. Are you
aware of the debt he owes Imayoshi? Of the bad investments and the lying and
the book cooking?”

Her eyes get wider and
wider with every word he utters, tears clinging to long lashes. “I guess that’s
a no,” he remarks leaning against the door. Closing his eyes, Kasamatsu inhales
a deep breath through his nose then opens his eyes once more to meet her gaze.
“The grace period ended and when Imayoshi sent his collector, your father
couldn’t pay. So, you’re here as collateral.” He brushes imaginary dust from
his suit just to avoid her eyes. “Which means, as long as you follow orders,
you can roam freely in the manor. Well, mostly free, since I’ll be accompanying
you to make sure you don’t run off or get yourself killed somehow.”

He opens the door,
turning to look over his shoulder. “For now, I suggest you take a shower and
change into something more comfortable. I’ll see to it that you get something
to eat.” Then he’s gone, locking the door from behind which he hears renewed
sobbing.

He sighs again. He
really hates this.

Days later and he’s
ready to punch a wall. He thought his new charge would have some sense of
self-preservation but no, she challenges anyone and everyone she encounters, but
mostly him.

“What the fuck is wrong
with you?” he hisses. “Are you trying to get yourself maimed? Or killed?” He’s
got her by the wrist having just caught her trying to escape for the third
time.

“You can’t hurt me,” she
reasons, “If I’m collateral then part of the agreement must be my safe return, unharmed.”

“For someone who’s
family is so deep in the business you sure are stupid about it. For one, your theory
is completely wrong. The only reason you’re still in such good condition is
because I’m in charge of you. But what exactly do you think will happen if you
do manage to escape huh?” Kasamatsu snaps, his voice rising as he pushes up her
against the wall, hands tightly squeezing her shoulders.

Her eyes are blown wide
at his proximity and the intensity of his gaze. “You think this is a fucking
game? That if you escape you win? Debt dropped because you were clever?”

He huffs, shaking his
head and looking down momentarily before meeting her eyes again. “If you
escape, what do you think the next step is in paying the debt? I’ll tell you. Imayoshi
will merely up the cost. Instead of a live hostage, he’ll cut his loss and your father’s life short.”

She inhales sharply,
tears leaking down her face. “And he’ll send me to do it as punishment for letting you get away,” he continues,
tone bitter.

“That…that’s…” she
stutters.

He glares deeper at her.
“I hate killing, always have always will. I don’t want this life but I’m stuck
to it like a curse. And,” he looks to the door, lowering his voice and hoping
his initial outburst wasn’t overhead before looking back at her, “if you keep
disobeying me, Imayoshi will remove you from my charge to someone more…adept at
breaking people.”

“How true that is, my
dear,” Imayoshi says from the doorway making both Kasamatsu and her jump. He
strides forward, pushing aside his subordinate to roughly clasp her by the
chin. Face inches from hers, he speaks in a low menacing tone, and though he
looks at her, his words are for Kasamatsu.  

“If I hear that this
little bird has spread her wings a bit too far one more time, I’ll let Hanamiya
clip them. Understood?” He meets his eyes back to Kasamatsu.

“Yes sir,” comes the
quick reply.

Imayoshi releases her
chin, giving her a slight smack on the cheek. “Count your lucky stars that
you’re in Kasa’s care, little bird. He’s one of our more…tenderhearted
members.”

Standing to his full
height, Imayoshi straightens his tie and jacket, sending one last look to
Kasamatsu before turning on his heel and exiting the library. Exhaling a long
breath, the remaining male takes her by the elbow guiding her out into the hall.

“Who…who’s Hanamiya?”
she asks numbly.

Kasamatsu tightens his
grip on her arm. “Trust me, you’re far better off not knowing. By the time his
last collateral’s family paid off their debt the damage was already done.”

“What do you mean?”

He meets his eyes to
hers. “She ended up in a mental institution.”  

Since the day in the
library, things have been relatively easier with her, at least in terms of her
sticking around. She’s still snarky and full of sass but mostly just to annoy
him. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say she was flirting.

But that may just be
wishful thinking.

Because resistance is
futile against this woman and he can feel himself succumbing to her charms.
Especially when she smiles. It’s uncanny how much a simple tilt of her lips in
an upward trajectory can lift his spirits, though he’s careful not to show any indication
of such a thing.

Or at least he thought
he was until Kise remarks, “If you keep making puppy eyes at her I’m going
to puke.”

Kasamatsu sends him a
glare but doesn’t respond, knowing it will only make him worse. The blonde
snickers, parting with, “Don’t go falling in love with her. Either way,
she won’t be staying forever.”

As he walks away,
Kasamatsu clenches his fist, striking the wall in his irritation; Kise’s right.
This whole arrangement won’t be indefinite. Imayoshi may be a patient man but
he also has a reputation to maintain.

And everybody pays in
one way or another.

It’s like self-fulfilling
prophecy. Time has gone by rapidly and Kasamatsu can see the changes in her.
She’s more relaxed around him, willing to smile more, even laugh out loud
sometimes, usually over a book she’s reading or movie she’s watching. And he
can feel the changes in himself. The unnecessary touches to her body, a guiding
hand on her back as they walk through the manor, a hand out to assist her from
her chair. The way he thinks about her constantly, even when he’s in his room
and she in hers.

He knows it’s stupid,
stupid and dangerous but they don’t call it falling for nothing and he’s
falling hard and fast.

The manor is quiet, most
of the other members either off for the night having a drink or a screw (or
most likely both) or on jobs of their own. The past month has been building to
this crossroad and Kasamatsu stands rock solid like he’s wearing concrete shoes,
his eyes fixed on her face as she inches closer to him.

Her hand settles on his
neck, sending shockwaves through his nerves but he remains still. Slowly she leans
forward, breath teasing the sensitive flesh of his lips. “This is just…stress
release, you understand?”

“Are you trying to
convince me or yourself?” he asks bluntly.

“Screw you,”
she breathes closing the distance kissing him harshly.

Kasamatsu can’t stop his
hands from moving, one wrapping in her hair while the other locks onto her hip.
“If you say so,” he counters huskily.

He pushes her into the
mattress, mouth and tongue caressing every inch of flesh exposed. She arches
and moans, holding onto him so tight he wonders if he’ll bruise. And when she
crests her peak, moaning loudly, “Yukio,” he knows he’s a lost man.

When it’s over, he
leaves at her behest, her reasoning that if they keep it to just fucking it’ll
be less complicated. “Whatever,” he mumbles pulling up his pants and
tossing on his shirt, not bothering to button up the latter.

It happens again three
days later in the storeroom after dinner and then two nights after that in the
pool house after dusk.

They both keep saying
their trysts can’t continue, he because of attachment issues, she because the
more she feels for him the more she feels a traitor to her family. But they
can’t stop, it’s like an addiction, it goes beyond want to need and keeps
getting deeper no matter how many times in so many words they tell themselves
they don’t care.

The veil of mutual lies
falls even lower tonight when Kasamatsu rises to leave and feels her hand wrap
around his wrist.

“Stay,” she
says, the word quiet in the dark, a plea as much as it is an order. And
Kasamatsu realizes as he lays back down, drawing her into his embrace, that the
roles of warden and captor have switched or at the very least become mutual.

Because he’s irrevocably
in love with her.

The day comes, the day
he’s dreaded since he first laid eyes on her. If he’s honest, he probably fell
for her then, hair flying wild, eyes full of fear but determination. She was
like no one he’d ever met before and he wants nothing more than to keep her by
his side. But it’s not his choice, nothing in this god forsaken world he lives
in is his choice. It’s orders, orders, orders.

And his orders are to
take her home.

Through some miracle
(more likely an extreme generous or unfortunate “benefactor”) her father’s debt
is cleared. She’s no longer a captive of the Yakuza, but she’s definitely
Kasamatu’s.

“I don’t want to go
back, Yukio, I want to stay here. With you,” she confesses as he gathers her
bag filled with items acquired during her time with him.

His head falls back on a
sigh, arms going slack before he looks at her. “You know that’s not possible.
And even if it were, I wouldn’t let you.”

She crosses her arms,
finger nails digging into her small biceps, teeth mangling her bottom lip. He
knows she hates showing weakness but she can’t help wearing her emotions in the
open, her heart on her sleeve. “Why?” she whispers, eyes closing in effort to
trap her tears.

He flops her bag on the
bed to draw her into his arms, inhaling deeply to take in the scent of her. He draws
back, hand caressing her cheek as he stares in her eyes. They’re so pure still,
so full of hope and life and good that
it pains him. Everything he’s ever wanted is right here in his arms but he
absolutely will not keep it, will not keep her. Because she’s too good for his
world.

A dark chuckle almost
escapes his lips as memory takes hold of a boy from long ago, one wearing a
high school basketball jersey and knee-high socks, who for the life of him
couldn’t even speak coherently to a
girl let alone do the things and say the words he’s done and said with her.

He opens his mouth but
the moment is broken by a knock at the door. Separating from her, Kasamatsu
opens the door revealing Sakurai, who bows low.

“I’m sorry, but the car
is waiting,” he says voice shaking.

Kasamatsu nods once
dismissing him. Turning back around, he walks to the bed and picks up her bag
before placing his hand upon her back, a familiar gesture he doesn’t even
bother hiding anymore. “Come on, it’s time to go,” he says quietly.

The drive to her home is
silent, save for muffled sniffles coming from beside him. She insisted she ride
up front, the last time she’d have to be by his side. As they reach her family home,
Kasamatsu sees her face scrunching up in an attempt not to cry. She fails
miserably. It pierces his heart but he can’t, he won’t be selfish. It’s for her own good that she returns to her
family, even if they are tied to the business. There’s still time for her to get
out, to make a life of her own away from it. Which means, away from him.  

He stops the car and
gets out, popping the trunk to gather her bag before reaching the passenger
door. Opening it, he holds out his hand but she won’t take it, won’t even look
at him. “Hey, come on, they’re waiting for you,” he grunts.

She shakes her head.
Groaning softly, Kasamatsu drops his burden to the ground and reaches in tugging
her out, easily moving her smaller frame with his larger one. When she
collapses in his arms he dies a little more inside. “Please,” he mumbles in her
hair, “you have to go.” Her head moves back, eyes full of tears. Then suddenly,
she puts distance between them just enough to rear back and smack him across
the face.

“I love you,” she chokes
out. He stays silent. “And I know you love me too Yukio, you may never have
said it but I could feel it! I could see, can
see it, right now, so why? Why are you doing this?” she shouts.

He grabs her shoulders
roughly, pushing her back against the closed door of the car, bearing the
weight of his soul in his eyes. “Because I love you too much to corrupt you!
I’m nothing! I have nothing! You think I want to stay with the Yakuza, that I
want to be Imayoshi’s errand bitch boy? I don’t have a fucking choice! He owns
me! Body, soul, mind, all of it, until I die which could be any moment of any
day!” He’s breathing hard, muscles tense and teeth grit. He grabs her chin,
kissing her hard, hot and deep. He doesn’t care if anyone sees this, he’s
making a statement and wants the whole fucking world to hear it.

Pulling away, their
breaths mingle as he says softly, “I will love you until the day I die, but I
will not let you throw away your life for me. Go, do magnificent things, change
the world, just…live a little bit for me.”

He plants one last kiss
before turning away and heading to the driver’s door, the sound of its slam the
finality of his decision.

He means every word,
he’ll die loving her, but he’ll sacrifice both of their happiness to keep her safe.

A month later, his
assertion that he could die at any time almost comes to fruition. He’s sent on a job with Aomine as lookout but their target got the jump on them and he ended
up stabbed several times. For all his hard ass talk and “don’t give a fuck” attitude,
Kasamatsu had never seen Aomine drive that fast before passing out. It’s a
miracle that he survived.

A week has passed since
the attack and when Kasamatsu opens his eyes for the first time it’s to find her in a hospital chair by his bed. In
his shock, he tries to sit up resulting in a groan of pain pulling her from
twilight slumber. Instantly she’s up, one hand grabbing his while the other
lays gently upon his cheek and he almost laughs at the irony that her last
touch to him there was a bit more stinging. His body reacts to her
automatically, head nuzzling into her touch.

“What the hell are you
doing here?” he asks, tone weaker than he’d prefer.

She smiles softly,
leaning down to kiss him and the feel of her, the scent of her, everything
about her brings him back to life. When she pulls away, she whispers, “Hayakawa
told me, or at least tried to tell me, what happened but all I needed to
understand was you were hurt.” She places a hand over his mouth to cover
protests she’s tired of hearing. “Stop, Yukio, please. I know you think you
know what’s best, and to be honest, you’re probably right. But thanks to my
father and brothers, this world is a part of me now. And if I have to live in
hell, I’d rather choose the demons I keep company with.”

He takes in a deep
breath, moving her hand and pulling her forward to kiss again, more deeply,
more lovingly, than he’s ever allowed himself. Releasing her mouth reluctantly,
he grunts, “And if I have to live in hell, I’d rather keep an angel by my side.”

And a week later when he
returns to the manor, that’s exactly where she is.

Another shameless reblog because, well, this did get buried under a round of other stuff I reblogged (not mine) but also because this is another one that ended up being one of my faves and I’m pretty proud of the results. 

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