Tag: fanfic

Uchiha Sasuke’s odd mating rituals (ch. 2/4)

fourangers:

1st chapter here

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Sasuke blinked, his mouth opening to a discreet yawn that he covered with his hand. “It’s late night. You could have told me about this tomorrow morning.”

Naruto huffed, crossing his arms. “But⏤”

“Tomorrow Naruto.” Sasuke muttered, laying back on his bed as his hand shooed Naruto away. “I’ll call the city council to book our appointment.” He heard a suspicious movement and added. “Don’t you dare do any prank now.”

Naruto blew a raspberry back but still left him alone.

On the next morning Sasuke told him that, surprisingly, there was an hour available on the same day. Naruto wanted Iruka to participate the event, but the older nin was away in a monthly mission, so both men agreed that it’d be better if they married now.

Naruto glanced around the stuffy room, his feet tapping repeatedly while they waited for their turn. Honestly, this looked more like they were just there to grab some documents instead of marrying. He heard their call as they hurried to the room, being greeted by the officiant apathetic gaze. He began reciting the speech in a droning tone, that Naruto had already heard plenty times in movies before, the ceremony progressing without a hitch.

Sasuke signed his name, agreeing that from now on they would share a new surname Uchiha-Uzumaki. Shrugging, Naruto signed his consent, wondering why he was so reluctant about this whole thing.

“Congratulations, you may kiss your husband now.”

Oh, that’s why.

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I hope you don’t mind (///-///)

omersdoodles:

“𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘧𝘧-𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 – 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘫𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵… 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘒𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.”

YAHO~☆
Heres a kyoutani from @ikiteiruka s fic Desperado
I havent been here in Ages but i must scream about my friends iwaoi fic!!!! If u miss the seijou boys and wanna read a really fuckin cool heist fic(!!!) from kyotanis pov heres a link!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15735801/chapters/36586596

Give it a shot i swear ur gonna get sucked into the plot real quick, @ikiteiruka is AMAZING, her writing can make u feel so many thingsss also!! her blog is rad so consider following her if u think iwaoi is still alive (IT IS)!

Kurotsuki with #35 or LevTsukki with #46 😎😎😎

icecreamwithsprinkles:

moonislander:

LevTsukki with #46: “That… that was a lot different than I
thought it’d be.”

prompt me up!

There are a few things that make Kei question his life
decisions, the mistakes he’s made that put him in a certain questionable point
in life. Volleyball in general, as lukewarm as his feeling is right now towards
the sport, is one. Being in the same team as the Oddball Duo, is another.
Stopping when Kuroo and Bokuto called out to him in front of the gym is
certainly up there.

But nothing beats this
right here, being pressed against the wall by Lev’s body, mouth firm against
his own. And, yep, there’s tongue there.

Kei likes to think that he’s
logical and level-headed, so he doesn’t know what possesses him to allow
himself to be in this position.

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OH MY GOD

I’M SCREAMING

I HAVE BEEN BROUGHT BACK FROM THE DEAD

TSUKKI’S ONLY THOUGHT ABOUT LEV BEING “HE’S TALLER THAN ME”

TSUKKI BEING UTTERLY WHAT THE FUCK ABOUT THE WHOLE EXPERIENCE

LEV BEING SO CASUAL ABOUT IT

HIS RANGE OF PARTNERS I’M DHSBDISNFHD

TSUKKI IS NOT THE INEXPERIENCED ONE BUT THE TALL ONE

WHICH IS ACTUALLY POINTLESS BECAUSE THE ONE LEV WANTS TO IMPRESS IS SO SHORT (i see u with that high key lev/yaku)

ALSO LEG ENJOYS YAKU KICKING HIS ASS FISBXHZBDOFBDHD

I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING THANK YOU FOR THIS I KNOW YOU HATE ME BUT I LOVE YOU FIZNDHSKSB

35 for the OTP, please? :3

icecreamwithsprinkles:

#35: “oh mY GOD ARE THESE YOUR BABY PICTURES???”

ft implied kurotsuki and boku///aka if you squint! It’s really mostly fearsome foursome friendship plus the Tsukishima family. I sort of lost direction while writing this, but I hope you enjoy!!

send me a number and a ship!

“Oh my god…ARE THESE YOUR BABY PICTURES? TSUKKI!”

Kei wants to die. He should have known better than to
introduce Bokuto to his family, considering how it went the first time they met
Tetsurou. I want to meet those friends
you and Tetsurou-kun are always talking about, his mother had said, after
which Akiteru excitedly piped up, saying how he wants to personally thank the
nice young men who keep his little brother properly fed.

For whatever absurd reason, Kei had agreed, and now here
they are in the living room of his family home, Bokuto bouncing in place in
front of the wall of framed photos from various stages in Kei’s childhood.
Akiteru, who had been conversing with a now snickering Tetsurou and what Kei
thinks is a mildly amused Akaashi, walks over to Bokuto and says with a chuckle,
“There is plenty more where that came from.”

Damn him.

The look of utter delight that spreads across Bokuto’s face
makes Kei want to lock himself in a closet, never to see the light of day
again. He opens his mouth to protest but it is too late, for his mother is
already sashaying over to the couch, family photo album in hand.

Damn her.

Bokuto shoots himself over to the couch, planting himself on
one side of Kei’s mother, as Akaashi politely seats himself on her other side.
The smile on his face is downright terrifying.

Kei turns to Tetsurou with a pleading look on his face,
silently begging for help, but Tetsurou merely shrugs with an infuriating
lopsided grin. Kei scowls. Some boyfriend
you are. Tetsurou has the audacity to actually laugh.

“You were so cute, Tsukishima,” Kei hears Akaashi comment.

“Yeah! What happened?!”

“Bokuto-san, don’t be mean.”

“That’s a long story for another time,” Akiteru cuts in,
hand sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.

Kei sends him a look that says really? Akiteru flinches.

Thankfully, no one says anything, as they all know about
what happened between Kei and Akiteru. Even Bokuto knows that it would be in
poor taste to comment further.

“Tsukishima-san, did you show them the pictures of Kei in
his dinosaur pajamas?”

“Tetsu, oh my god—“

“We haven’t gotten that far yet, Tetsurou-kun. We’re still
on Kei’s second birthday party.”

Eugh. The majority of those feature Kei with a face full of
strawberry shortcake. He felt his cheeks heat up as he tried to tune out Bokuto’s
and Akaashi’s comments on how at least
baby Tsukki knew how to eat and wow,
Tsukishima and cake go way back and his mother’s giggling.

“Ah, darn. Well, let me know when you guys get there because
those are my favorites,” Tetsurou said as Kei groaned in annoyance.

“Wait, wait, we don’t mind if you skip forward, right
Akaashi?”

“Why don’t we find something else to do—“

“Of course we don’t mind.” Akaashi turned and sent a shit
eating grin straight at Kei.

Kei kept his mouth in a straight line as he exhaled
forcefully through his nose. He knows he can’t win against Akaashi, so he
accepts his fate of suffering for the next few hours.

Bdbsvdhbsj Dani! Idk if you’re still accepting prompts but kurotsuki librarian au *_* I just love picturing Tsukki as a cute librarian and Kuroo never turns in his books on time Lol

moonislander:

yes i do! kurotsuki prompt me up 😀

It’s the seventh book in a row this man
has just returned past its due (way past—like, the more recent one is seven
months late). Kei stares at the due date written on the back of the book, at
the log on the computer, and then at the man. Who is leaning casually against
the counter with a grin on his face, as if he’s not adding more work for Kei
right at the last second before the library is closed.

“Have trouble keeping track of time, don’t
you,” Kei says as he scans the book and puts it aside, typing into the program
because the book is, apparently, fifteen months late. Jesus.

It’s not the first time Kei interacts
with this man, though usually he’s the one who starts it. Be it about the
weather (the weather) to Kei’s
sweater brand, this man is a champion in making Kei feel bad enough for the
lame attempt that he’s forced to reply. Kuroo Tetsurou, his computer says the
man’s name is. Not that he cares.

Kuroo Tetsurou’s grin gets wider at
this. “Yeah, especially when something’s catching my attention more.”

Weiterlesen

Kurotsuki with #35 or LevTsukki with #46 😎😎😎

moonislander:

LevTsukki with #46: “That… that was a lot different than I
thought it’d be.”

prompt me up!

There are a few things that make Kei question his life
decisions, the mistakes he’s made that put him in a certain questionable point
in life. Volleyball in general, as lukewarm as his feeling is right now towards
the sport, is one. Being in the same team as the Oddball Duo, is another.
Stopping when Kuroo and Bokuto called out to him in front of the gym is
certainly up there.

But nothing beats this
right here, being pressed against the wall by Lev’s body, mouth firm against
his own. And, yep, there’s tongue there.

Kei likes to think that he’s
logical and level-headed, so he doesn’t know what possesses him to allow
himself to be in this position.

Weiterlesen

alcieart:

The thing about trying to survive in a world where everyone else is dead is this: you know no matter how far and fast you run you’ll always end up right back at square one, but as long as you’ve got your friends with you there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

If you haven’t already read liariago‘s zombie apocalypse au Square One then do it right now. It’s KuroTsuki + BokuAka and it’s really well written and I don’t know why you would miss this chance.

icecreamwithsprinkles:

@janespendlove sent the following request:

this is my fill for #29: “Why did you have this in your closet?”

ft Ushijima and Tendou! I actually really, really loved writing this, even though it’s fairly short. this was my first time writing either of them, so I’m not entirely sure I captured them well, but I hope you enjoy!! 🙂 [ sorry it’s not super “shippy” but this was what came to mind :> ]

Send me a number and a pairing and I’ll write you a little something!!

“Wakatoshi-kun.”

“Hm.”

“Why did you have this in your closet?”

Wakatoshi looked up from his homework to see Tendou holding
up last week’s Shounen Jump. Ah.

“I meant to take note of a few products to try out before
returning it to you. It seems I have forgotten.”

Tendou twisted his face into a look Wakatoshi had seen on
him more than a few times; his eyebrows pulled together and his lips pursed
lopsidedly. Wakatoshi was not entirely sure of the meaning behind said look,
but he suspected it had to do with confusion in regard to the reasoning behind
an individual’s actions, as Tendou usually followed up with a question of the sort.

“Do you ever read anything other than the ads, Wakatoshi?”
Tendou did indeed appear to be confused, though Wakatoshi couldn’t understand
why.

“I simply read what I find to be the most enjoyable.”

“And you find the ads
to be the most enjoyable?”

“They are very informative and I have had much success in
the past with products I have found in your magazines.” It really is
straightforward reasoning. Wakatoshi cannot fathom why others think it strange.

“Well, ya did have really soft hair that one time,” Tendou
conceded, “and that week where your room smelled like heaven was a pretty good
week.”

Wakatoshi fondly remembered the time he bought a scented
candle marketed to relieve stress. To his mild disappointment, the candle only
lasted a week, but everyone who entered his room during that week left in
particularly good spirits.

“BUT!”—Tendou’s eyes widened in what Wakatoshi could only
describe as enthusiastic curiosity—“Do you ever read any of the manga? That’s
why I lent it to ya in the first place, ya doof.”

“I most often read Gintama. This week’s was quite humorous.”

Tendou’s eyes grew to the point that it appeared his
eyeballs might pop out of his head—not that that was possible, of course—and his
mouth formed a tight O shape as he emitted a high pitched noise, not unlike that
of a whistling tea kettle. Wakatoshi noted that this reaction was most likely
due to a mixture of excitement and surprise.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Wakatoshiiii?!”

Wakatoshi did not understand his shock, as he replied, “You
never asked.”

The noise that came out of Tendou’s mouth this time was
surely one of frustration, as he scrunched up his face and pulled on his hair. He may go bald one day if he continues to do
that. He then abruptly straightened his posture, an excited grin spread
across his face.

He raised his arms, palms to the ceiling, leaning back in
exaltation, as he hollered, “I HAVE SOMEONE TO TALK ABOUT SHOUNEN JUMP WITH!”

There was something about Tendou’s excitement that caused a
warmth to spread through Wakatoshi’s chest and he found the in depth
conversation about Gintama that followed to be quite enjoyable.

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icecreamwithsprinkles:

Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime & Oikawa Tooru, Kuroo Tetsurou & Sugawara Koushi, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added
Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, Kuroo Tetsurou, Sugawara Koushi, Other Character Tags to Be Added
Additional Tags: Prompt Fill, Drabble Collection, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, implied one-sided KuroTsuki
Summary:

A collection of prompt fills and drabbles cross-posted on my tumblr.

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