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overtaken-stream · 3 months

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Hello friend! I was wondering if you could write a headcanon with Mitsui practicing with his s/o? If not that’s totally ok and I hope you have a good one 💝

Mitsui Hisashi practicing with his S/O

I have no understanding of Basketball aside from what was shown in the Manga, plan don't come at me if this doesn't make sense :')

Warnings: gn!reader.

Mitsui is the type of boyfriend who starts randomly shadowboxing you, except with Basketball moves—dribbling with nothing in his hands, uselessly jumping, and avoiding you before shooting in an invisible basket, and he keeps track of the points too. This is his strategy to get you as a partner for 1v1. It's annoying when you don't expect it, but when you do expect it and start to join him, it's usually by "stopping" the invisible ball. It's a little silly, but it works.

If you also play basketball and have enough energy to spare, this is where the practice starts.

If you're feeling under the weather, or are irritated, Hisashi knows when to quit his shadow-basket-moves as he likes to call it, even if he's a little hurt on the inside, he gets over it in a second, it's understandable to decline his invite to play when you aren't up to it.

Before the action begins, occasionally you compete for a snack, whoever scores the lowest has to buy it. It takes place in his neighborhood outdoor basketball court.

However, If you're new to basketball Hisashi won't ask for practice, especially if he is getting ready for a big match, it will just be unbalanced and won't do much for him. Mean, but practicing by himself will be more effective, he thinks.

Experienced s/o brings a challenge he is happy to accept, it will be helpful for him to gain enthusiasm and stamina, particularly after his conflict. Not only that but his partner can also try to execute new moves against him. If they succeed and score a point, he is proud and happy for them, if they fail? He encourages them to get better.

``Sorry...``

It was frustrating for him to lose in practice again and again, after the hiatus, yet when you silently attempted to not go all out on him, he saw right through you, and it irritated him more. Hisashi told you to not go easy on him, he has to get better somehow and it should begin with losses, he has to spot the misstep and correct it himself.

``It's all good.`` A light sheen of sweat covers his face, now resting on the court with crossed legs and the ball in the center. His elbows are on the dirty ground, holding up his torso. Desperate gulps of air enter his lungs.

Already tired? Damn. That's what he gets for not touching anything else but people with his fists for that long.

A cold object taps his shoulder, forcing him to open his eyes and lift his head from his shoulder.

``Water?`` He meets your (E/C) eyes and finds the orange hue of sky behind your gentle smile, he notes that you've barely broken a sweat. Damn him again!

Taking the cold object from your hands, he straightens up, taking a big sip of water.

A giggle from you interrupts him. Are you laughing at him?

``What?`` He stretches out the syllables.

``Heh, You drink like a child Hisashi...!`` another burst of laughter comes out of your pretty lips.

He knows that the tips of his ears are becoming a bit red.

I drink like a kid?

``What does that mean!?`` His embarrassment only brightens your teasing laughter, a music he'll never get tired of.

Drinking with both hands on the bottle, inhaling water, and forgetting to breathe while gurgling, a loud sound emits whenever he finally takes a breather.

His eyes gradually blink at you before a red hue attacks his face, and his hands slowly reach out to give you the bottle, while he rethinks his entire life and concludes that he has never grown out of the habit.

Your hands around his shoulders only bring heat to his complexion, all while talking about how cute he is, not realizing his actions until too late, your kisses land on his cheek and he doesn't dare look your way. He doesn't acknowledge the smoke coming out of his ears either.

#slam dunk manga #slam dunk x reader #slam dunk #slam dunk hisashi mitsui #mitsui hisashi #slam dunk mitsui #mitsui hisashi x reader #.my headcanon.#.my writing.#anime x reader

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kleem-o · 1 year

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Rukawa x reader

Childhood friends to lovers headcanons?? idk what this is lmao

warnings: a bit of cursing, rukawa is probably ooc, mentions of spicy lmao this is my first time writing something like this pls bear with me 😩😩

Rukawa Kaede and you have always been friends from as long as you remember. Both your parents were bestfriends, and of course you two were too! You two got in the same school for kindergarten and were inseparable since then. There were kids who would mess with you, but Rukawa would always have your back. The teachers would often have to scold Rukawa for hitting some kid that was bothering you.

“Rukawa… you can’t keep hitting our classmates like that!”

“They were bothering you so..”

You two were together up till middle school , and you got to see him practice basketball all the time.

“It would be so cool if you were the best player in Japan”

And that sticked with Rukawa. Unfortunately in highschool you both went separate ways as you had to transfer to a school far from his. You two had an argument about this as Rukawa was so adamant that you should stay with him, even offering that you could stay at his home instead.

“Why do you have to be so stubborn? What am I gonna do if you’re so far away from me?”

“What do you even mean? We can still meet each other or even text each other! stop acting like a dick!”

“But I’ll miss you”

“We’ll get used to it”

“But I like you”

And thats how you both got together. Y’all started long distance 😭 You guys know that Rukawa is like a cat that loves napping and being lazy, aside from anything related to basketball really. But when it comes to you he would always make time. He called you every morning and night and would message you in between class (since he would be asleep) and training.

“I miss you Y/N”

“I miss you too dummy, and if you don’t start studying now you’ll really fail lol”

“Maybe if we meet up we can study together, I’ll go over to your place”

“Hmm.. it’s fine I’ll go to yours. I’m starting to miss everyone there anyway”

Safe to say y’all didn’t get any studying done

You went to his home and he lead you to his room. It didn’t change a lot really, well there wasn’t really much to change as his room was really plain, just the classic bed, desk, and closet. But something about it always felt homey to you.

Anyways instead of studying you both watched a movie on his laptop on the bed while cuddling 🥰

Rukawa’s room is always cold so you both were huddled up under the blanket.

What was a supposedly study date, turned into a movie date, which now turned into a makeout session 😩

“Mmn.. Rukawa shouldn’t we be studying..?”

“Hmm..”

“Rukawaa”

“Hm… we can study later, I missed this..”

“Ah! Rukawa”

Eventually Rukawa had to stop because it was getting hard to stop himself, and off to the bathroom he went 🏃🏻

He surprisingly wants yours and his first time to be somewhat romantic?? Like he probably wants it to be at some hot spring inn when you two are at vacation together, and seeing as how close you two’s parents are, they’ll probably allow you two to go together.

and of course you try your best to watch his games 😩 and he tries his best to find you in the crowd 🥹

Your relationship is not perfect, you two have you fair share of fights, often about how you two don’t have time for each other, and Rukawa is often the one sulking. It all gets solved easily and quickly by a call or a kiss though 😌

aaaaaaak i have no idea what this is but I just needed to write it bc of the lack of fics 🥹 feel free to request or summ bc i would love to write more about him he was my first anime crush 🥹

#slam dunk #kaede rukawa #rukawakaede #slam dunk headcanons #x reader #yn #headcanons #sakuragi hanamichi #lol this is my first time actually trying #slam dunk x reader

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kuromitos · 4 months

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Hi love! I hope you’re having a great day! Can k request a headcanon with Rukawa’s s/o wanting to help him practice basketball since they’re a basketball player themselves? No pressure at all! I hope you have a good one 🫶

Thank you for the request! Hope you having a good day or night too!

Rukawa's s/o wanting to help with practice

One thing first is that I would depend on your skills in basketball. If you're a basic player and still learning, he wouldn't want your help.

If your experience player, for a year or two, he would take it but he need some convincing.

"Come on, Kaede! Let's practice some dribbles together!" "... I'm better practicing only."

Mainly cause i think he prefers to train alone

But I also feel cause he thinks he'll be distracted with his s/o there.

Playing with them wouldn't be a issue

But against them would.

So they would need to specify what they're practicing first and he might be willing to practice.

With that being said, he won't go easy.

So don't be surprised when he'll go all out even In practice.

#kaede rukawa #rukawa kaede #Kaede rukawa x reader #slam dunk #slam dunk x reader #slam dunk head-cannons

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mellowwillowy · 11 months

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I feel the need to dump them here

#slam dunk #slam dunk x reader #nobunaga kiyota #soichiro jin #shinichi maki #Art Shelves

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glitterge1pen · 1 year

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Have you ever stood in an empty hallway and been put into 2005-2009?

Rukawa Kaede x reader, sfw, fluff, word count 3,490

guys I've done it again I have wrote something vague and tender

Stadium Operations Manger had not been the job you thought you would find yourself in. At least according to the results of the career aptitude test you took in high school.

Scheduling and preparing the stadium for events was your main job. Working with musicians teams to figure out how their touring stage would fit in your space. What nights were for basketball or hockey or monster jam trucks.

What charity wanted to sing at that hockey game? And there's a new food vendor right? These were questions you handed off to other people, the managers beneath you. With a walkie talkie, clipboard, and google calendar you hoped yourself invincible.

That was of course until Rukawa. His name squeezes its way out of the corner of your mouth, it tingles the tip of your nose and turns the ends of your ears hot. Your staff in aprons, yellow crowd control vests, and black security jackets moves out of your way as you pass.

There is twenty minutes until the doors open and then another hour until the game.

Your shoes clunk on the tiled floor, your legs burning from the fast pace. Where could he be this time? You were almost back at where you had started and there was no sign of him.

Pressing on the walkie you ask if anyone has seen him. They don't have to ask who. But he is still amiss and you don't know if you should be angry or impressed.

Deciding that he can wait just a couple minutes you walk over to the glass wall that overlooks the city. In the summer doors lead to a rooftop cafe, a balcony, but now in the colder months the doors are locked and you can only look.

At night the lights and reflections of the city are like rain. You often find yourself taking in this exact view, either on the first floor or higher up on the third floor where you are now.

Next to you is one of the smaller merchandise shops. The front of the shop also glass. All the local sports teams merch is stocked here and tonight the basketball teams logo is most prominent amongst the jerseys. Especially Rukawa’s jersey. That number of his, 11, seemingly mocking you. Where was he?

The shop door was propped open, you'd have to check the schedule and remind whoever closed last night to make sure to shut it. A sneaker. There behind the cashier counter on your right is a sneaker on the floor.

You leave the door to investigate. There is Rukawa on that blue shop carpet. His arms crossed over his chest and his breathing even. You kick the bottom of his shoe.

"Come on," he groans, "Get up, game time is soon,"

"You're lying,"

"I'm not lying you got to get your ass up and back downstairs,"

He doesn't say anything. You huff, knowing that the next part of this charade is trying to yank him off the floor. Rukawa is tall and mostly muscle, you tug on his arm but never get him very far. Today he is limp dead weight. You set your clipboard down to use both hands, in a misstep you tangle your shoes with his. Your hands loose grip on his forearm and you're tumbling backwards.

This is what seems to wake Rukawa up. His own hand grips onto your wrist pulling you in his direction just as he’s standing onto his feet. You bump into his chest and are momentarily in a whirlwind. Rukawa smells nice, his cologne faint but there, beneath the vague spicy citrus is the gentle sweat of sleep. His jersey isn’t pressed to flat clean lines but it is clean, it smells fresh. He’s looking at you not saying anything and you can feel his gaze but do not meet it.

“Your boss is going to kill me,”

“He’s not my boss,”

“He's your coach and that’s close enough, come on we have to get you down there,”

Rukawa follows you out of the store and into the massive stadium halls. He keeps pace with you, employees eye him but don’t ask for pictures or autographs. Around the bend is the employee only elevator and your shoulder brushes against him on the ride down to the basement floors.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,”

You say with a nonchalant tone, your eyes feasting upon your clipboard trying to find when the medic team is supposed to arrive tonight.

“I didn't mean for you to trip,”

This time he can't look at you while you look at him. You don’t know what to say, your mind trying to find some other instance where you’ve heard him apologize but can't. It's the thing that twitter accounts, sports journalists and other players say about Rukawa. That his head is too high, that he can't admit when he's over stepped but instead will say what he plans on doing next. The elevator dings open and you tell him that it's alright.

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Your office is tucked away in the basement. It's barely big enough for the desk, couch and shelf of binders that hold it together. Rukawa is there on the couch, his back to you as you type away on your computer. Players were required to arrive at the stadium at least forty five minutes before the games. Most came earlier than that. Rukawa's teammates were lounging in the locker room with take out, in the seats below the announcers box playing Xbox on the jumbotron and listening to music on the court.

Rukawa was napping. You wondered if he had some sort of sleep disorder. Since finding him in the shop several weeks ago Rukawa had stopped napping in various places around the stadium and taken up your offer to sleep in the office. You turn to look at him now and find that he is already looking at you.

“You're awake,”

And he nods, sitting up.

“You ready for the game,”

He scoots the couch closer to the desk.

“I’ll take that as a yes,”

“We’re weak on defensive because Miller is out. Their good scorers, and so are we but our weak point is shining,”

“You can still win,”

Rukawa is close to the desk so that he can rest his head in his arms. His breath itches your skin as your attention battles to focus on the computer screen in front of you and not him.

“And you have to move the couch back when you leave for warm ups,”

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

The team was on a losing streak. You did not bring it up to Rukawa. He sulked in your office before games, twisting in his sleep. He had been spending even more time in the gym. The training center was only two blocks away from the stadium. He parked his car in the same lot as yours, you saw him in there sometimes before you had to clock in, the training center not open yet. Most often he was napping, but sometimes you caught him watching game highlights. You always made sure to bump your fist on his window as you passed by.

Today, in the cold night air, he was there again. The trunk of his car slamming shut as he tossed his duffle bag inside. His eyes widened when he saw you, having caught him off guard. Another thing that you had not been able to do before. You see the bags under his eyes, the red creeping around his pupils.

“Rukawa, what are you still doing here, its really late,”

He shrugs, “I could ask you the same thing,” you were carrying a box full of posters. The new ones for the holders had come in, you liked to keep the cool ones of bands you liked. Rukawa held the box for you as you unlocked the car. Your breath came out in white clouds, the air slithering around you, Rukawa put his hands in his pockets.

“Hungry?”

He asks. The restaurant of Rukawa's choosing was at first surprising. Empanadas served over a counter. Traditional ones, and ones with more flashy fillings like Vegan Caprse and Spicy Bbq Chicken. The place is small with few tables, it's on the mall strip downtown and has doors on either side. People filter in and out easily, their empanadas wrapped in wax paper, steaming hot as people head back outside. Most seem drunk, rosy, and loud as they wait for their food.

You order first and snag the window seats, gliding onto the high stools. It's Friday so even though it's late the street is still buzzing. When Rukawa slides into the seat next to you, he hands you a cellophane wrapped pastry.

“For letting me use the office,”

“Oh you didn't have to do that,”

“I did. I have to do something for you,”

He's so matter of fact about it that it makes you want to roll your eyes. He's serious and dead set on small things like this, it makes you grin. You watch the people on the street, your reflection mixing with the lights, the people behind you in the small restaurant just blurry shapes in the window. The food is good and warm, the bread flaky and filling.

“Are you okay?” He doesn't answer but instead just looks at you. If he was going to be stubborn about it you supposed you could be a little mean, “I know you don’t like losing and…” You trail off hiding a smile behind your empanada. He twists around in his stool, propping his elbows up on the counter. You don’t stop looking at him and eventually he sighs and swivels the stool to face you.

“Fine. I don’t like it. And I can't do anything about it,”

“And have you done other things?”

“Like what?”

“What you've never taken, like a spa day or something?”

“I’m not going to a spa,”

“I’m not saying go to a spa I just mean when you aren’t playing basketball what do you do?”

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

“When I first moved here this is where I would come,”

It's the next day and you had spent more time than you'd like to admit thinking about what to wear. Only to find that Rukawa was bringing you to a bridge looking down at the freeway. It was the massive freeway too, the one with ten lanes and the toll. The bridge had nothing but chainlink, that enclosed the concrete path, and a single iron railing keeping people from throwing rocks and themselves down at the cars. It connected a neighborhood of houses to a strip mall.

“And why would you come here? There's like nothing here,”

He shrugged, “This path connects to the river, the one down by the stadium. I used to run it every morning and sometimes I’d stop here at the bridge.”

There's stairs you have to descend, they seem clunky and odd next to the freeway. Drivers slow down as they approach and merge from the ramp onto the lanes. The city is still in view and you find your eyes wandering to the skyscrapers and glistening windows. Rukawa nudges your shoulder with your own.

“This is the part I like,”

A car gets on the exit ramp.

“What about it?”

“Look at the drivers,”

The next car comes, a blue honda, and the girl driving looks over her shoulder to see if she can merge. Almost everyone does this, the peek over the shoulder. Of course everyone does this, but it is charming to see that Rukawa has picked a spot just to watch people do this mundane task. You try to think of other things like this that everyone must do but your mind comes up blank, too busy watching the cars pass by.

There are easy things to think of, like breathing, drinking water, sleeping, that all people somehow complete. But smaller things, like having to check over your shoulder, escape you. But you know still that other people exist in the same way you do.

“I get why you come here,”

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

“That just isn't going to work sir,”

The grody man in front of you was trying to convince you that his musicians stage set needed another rig for lights.

“There has to be some way you can do this for us, we’ll downsize if we have too,”

“You're going to downsize over some lights?”

All the pleasantries between you two had been used up. The past ten minutes had been very tense, the forty five minute meeting was entering two hour meeting territory and you were jittering with nerves. Not because you couldn't handle this man but because there was a game tonight and you still hadn't made your first round of check-ins with your team.

“Hell yeah we’ll downsize over this. This is money that you’ll be losing,”

“It's not possible, we simply don't have the room for it,”

“Then make room!”

The door to your office swings open, Rukawa is there, duffle bag slung over his shoulder and frozen as he takes in the atmosphere.

“Oh, I didn't know you had a meeting today,”

He’s about to turn away but you usher him in.

“No, no, its alright we were just finishing up,”

“No we aren't!”

Rukawa’s eyes dart between you and this man, he tosses his duffle bag onto the couch, stepping aside to let the man pass. But the man is still in the chair across from your desk, his face red and his palms up like can catch him an explanation for this interruption.

“I’m sorry but we are done. I've explained several times that we don't have room for another rig, and even if we did I couldn't let you use that space because the amount of lights you're suggesting is a fire hazard,”

“Other places have given us the space so why can't you?”

“Because we don't have it!”

You are practically yelling and the man's mouth is open in shock, his hand on his chest like he has the right to be appalled.

“You have to leave,”

Rukawa says. You don't take your eyes off the man in front of you.

“You don't have any say in this matter!”

“They told you to leave, leave,”

Finally, after a long, long beat of silence the man gets up and leaves. He slams your office door hard. Your fists balled up at your sides, you jump at the door. Opening it only to slam it shut even harder than he had. You stand in the middle of your office unsure of what to do now. Your whole body burning hot, your eyes brimming with tears, and your hands still clenched tight.

“Come on, you have to get out of this office,”

You run your fingers over the lines in your forehead, the ones that appear before you're going to cry.

“No, no, I have to check in with security and-”

“Do you think it's a good idea to do that when you're not calm and ready?” “But I have to,”

“Just ten minutes,”

You follow Rukawa to the elevator and find yourself retracing steps to the merchandise store you had last found him in. To your surprise Rukawa walks past that and to the doors that lead to the patio, and he opens them. He somehow has a key and though it's chilly out you still stand on the rooftop. It's afternoon, the sky a strong blue, clouds fluffy.

“Thanks,”

You say as Rukawa tosses you his warm up jacket.

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

“Can’t you go talk to him,”

“Isn't that your job,”

Rukawa's coach, a balding middle aged man who wears too many rings, sighs, and shakes his head.

“Your better at it, he likes you better,”

“Which is it, am I better or does he like me better,”

“You know it's both,”

You hum and continue typing on your laptop.

“I’ll go with you if you're scared,”

“I’m not scared!”

“Then why aren't you going?”

“Beucae Rukawa is a professional athlete and I trust he knows what he's doing,”

“And I’m his coach and I’m saying he's doing too much, get him out of the gym, hes pissing everyone off,”

“Why do I have to do it? It's not my responsibility,”

“I already told you, he likes you best”

This is the conversation you had with him in your office that led to you braving the night and walking to the training center. You show your stadium badge to the secretary behind the desk and she does not let you in. So you call coach and he doesn't answer, which leads to you calling Rukawa.

“Can you come down to the front desk,”

He's breathless as he speaks, “The front desk where?”

“Here, like where you are, the training center,”

Suddenly you are scared and nervous and don't know exactly what you’ll say to Rukawa. When he gets down to the lobby he bursts through the doors, head whipping back and forth to find you.

“Did something happen?”

“What? No? Did coach not tell you I was coming?”

Rukawa's shoulders drop, and he shakes his head no.

“He wants you out of the gym,” He runs a hand through his hair, “he says you're stressing everyone out,”

Rukawa hunches over on his knees, he huffs.

“He couldn't tell me that?”

“He says he did and you didn't listen.”

He flops back onto the couch that's in the lobby. You stand there holding the strap of your work bag. You aren't sure what's supposed to happen next, are you supposed to sit down with him? Is he actually going to leave? He wraps the healthy leaf of the house plant that's next to the couch around his fingers. It shines underneath the lights, green, vibrant, of life.

“Have you ever been inside?”

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Since Rukawa had given you a tour of the training center he was more prone to dropping by your office on days that he did not have games. He had also begun inviting you to practices. You had only been able to make it to two but they were interesting to watch. You didn't sit in the bleachers but rather in this hallway with windows that looked down onto the court. There were hardly any people there, and they appeared to be other employees.

You were not in your office though when Rukawa had popped in. He saw the drink on your desk and the light of the computer screen. He went wandering the basement offices in an attempt to find you. He grabbed his lunch too, he had come from a practice and was starving. He knew the building pretty well from his adventures in napping. He checked the water fountain, the break room but found you in the office supply closet. Which is where the big xerox machine was.

“Hey,”

You said to him as he entered the small room.

“You weren't in your office,”

“Well, yeah I had to make copies of these,”

Rukawa hoisted himself up on the cabinet next to the printer. He clipped the stacks of paper you were making with paper clips and set them aside for you as he munched on his food.

“Is that a whole bag of tomatoes?”

You asked, lifting up the scanner lid. Rukawa had brought a ziploc bag full of tomatoes to eat. He nodded.

“Do you want one?”

None of the tomatoes were of the same size or color, but most of them were small. He handed you one of the bite size ones, and you don't know what compelled you to do this, but you put it on the scanner with paper. You pressed the start button and bright light illuminated the room. With the lid open you could see the bar of light as it whirred left and right.

Rukawa took the paper off the glass and dumped the rest of the tomatoes on. You scanned dozens of different piles of the tomates. Flipping them over and rearranging them on the glass. All the images were being sent to your computer but also being printed out. Rukawa assisted. Moving the red bulbs this way and that.

“When we’re done can we go to the roof?”

“Sure,”

You say to him. Many weeks later you will visit Rukawa's apartment and find the printed tomatoes framed in the hallway of his house.

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

A/N; @z_adeh on tiktok has this video of them scanning tomatoes and it zapped my brain

#kaede rukawa #Kaede Rukawa x reader #slam dunk #slam dunk x reader #gender neutral reader

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auslanderka · 7 months

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— my little piece for a spooky sports event made by my dear @koushuwu! || event post ; event masterlist

fandom : slam dunk

ship : mito youhei x gn!reader (f!reader in my mind)

TW/tags: spooky sports anime event, horror movie night, characters aged up, established relationship (wife-husband), slighty 18+, minors dni

Note : tbh I don't know how to write typical spooky stories but this was created, in general I don't celebrate halloween at all and all the traditions are for me "dry theory" from English class ; I feel like it's a little silly and boring but if by some miracle you have wandered here - enjoy.

Note 2 : and okay this fic. I dedicate this writing piece to @gothintegra - it's possible that you like horror movies and probably youhei wouldn't need to comfort you during horror movie night (I realized this as I was finishing writing haha) but it doesn't change the fact that I wrote with you in mind. it's my little "thank you" for your kind words when things were very bad for me in early september, I hope you enjoyed it!

— contains eng grammar problems and mistakes as well —

The living room of your small apartment looked fabulous. If that's the word to describe the room decorated with pumpkins and other ornaments you found in the store's Halloween & autumn section. Like every year, you created a mood to warm up the ugly weather that was starting to be more and more outside the window.

Youhei leaned over the candles in the shape of small pumpkins lighting them while you placed two mugs with hot chocolate decorated with marshmallows in the shape of little ghosts on the table. Next to them were two plates of cookies, which you had been making all morning while Mito was still at work. The pleasant smell of shortcrust pastry, baked apple and cinnamon wafted throughout the apartment.

It was October 31st. A day when ghouls came out of their hiding places and people spent time at dress-up parties. You and your husband decided to spend the day together and make a movie night. You two just didn't agree on the choice of movie genre. Youhei wanted horror movies, and you wanted anything that wasn't horror.

"so what are we going to watch tonight?" you asked while correcting the cushions on the couch. Mito smiled broadly and disappeared into the hallway for a while. He returned with a paper bag full of rented DVDs from a nearby rental store. Seeing his face and the package you made the mental sign of the cross. You may not have been religious, but the sight of that one evil smile on his face made you know you had to prepare for the worst.

"you and your ideas" you groaned, picking up one of the dvds from the table. The cover itself was already rejecting; you didn't even want to think about what was the plot.

"hey, it's October 31st!"

Youhei stood on the other side of the table grinning widely. He had been saying for several months that they would have a movie marathon in October. At first you thought he was joking. You had been together for quite a long time, Mito knew very well that you are fearful and horror movies weren’t films you reached for with pleasure. You had seen maybe one or two in your entire life, not of you own volition, of course, but it let you know that it was not your favorite film genre.

You looked at Youhei and already knew you wouldn't give you a break so easily.

When he turned on the second or third movie, you sat next to him on the couch quite stiffly. You kept your gaze fixed on the TV, but at every louder sound of music or screaming you flinched or jumped up feeling the hair on your head go astray. Horror wasn't your favorite movie genre as you once again found out. Youhei sat next to you resting his head on his hand and watching you for several minutes in concentration with a lazy smile on his face.

He gently grabbed your hand lying on your thigh at which you jumped up making a silently frightened sound. You looked at him feeling your cheeks turning red and slapped him lightly on the shoulder seeing his amused face.

"hey" Mito chuckled smiling slightly and clasping his hand tighter on your arm. He pulled you close so that your cheek rested against his chest. Closed your eyes snuggling into his shirt.

"I don't want to watch it," groaned quietly, hoping that Youhei would give you a break tonight and the scary movie night would end with two horror movies watched.

"It's just fiction." he chuckled quietly feeling your arms tighten more tightly around him. He sighed quietly, put his arms around you and kissed your neck gently. Still cuddled in, Mito glanced at the TV, which he had turned down a few minutes ago without you even noticing.

After a while, however, he lost interest in the movie and the mindless carnage that had just played out on the screen accompanied by the screams of the blond-haired actresses. He grabbed you tighter by the thighs and pulled you closer to him. He rested his forehead against your shoulder, closing his eyes and inhaling the soft scent of your perfume. A scent you used only in the fall.

His hands carefully slid out from under the material of your loose cotton shirt and he moved them as gently as he could along your sides. At such moments, Mito always noticed how petite you were compared to his hands. He also had the impression that you had lost a lot of weight recently due to stress and excessive work. His grip became stronger.

"It's just a fiction. You are not in danger of anything." whispered in your ear.

Your skin was pleasantly soft and warm. You raised your hands, allowing him to pull off your shirt. A cheeky grin appeared on his face at the sight of your black lace bra, which contrasted sharply with your pale skin. The faint light of the candles set on the table and bookcases in the dark living room further accentuated your assets. He leaned in. His lips gently touched your hot skin, leaving a gentle kiss on your collarbone. You felt a pleasant shiver along your spine. You took his face in your hands and forced him to look at you. The corners of your mouth lifted, seeing dark eyes gazing lovingly at you. Nothing had changed since high school. All these years, he gazed at you with the same infatuated eyes. You leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, and he let the air out of his lungs loudly.

Your delicate hands moved down the nape of his neck, pointing upward toward his dark hair. His hair, which had always been perfectly styled, was now disheveled and in the mess you liked so much. This was a private Youhei. Your Youhei. One that only you and perhaps his closest friends knew. You weaved your fingers into the strands, smiling slightly. He placed a gentle kiss on your shoulder and then began to move his lips toward your neck.

"I hate you..." you muttered quietly ignoring the screams coming again from the TV behind you.

"And that's why you married me." he winked at you at which you sighed quietly. It's a good thing you were sitting, because your legs probably would have refused to obey you.

#spookysports #pavli : writing #mito youhei x f!reader #slam dunk x reader #slam dunk

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seven-004 · 11 months

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Unexpected ally

Mito Yohei x Reader

I've seen little to no content for Yohei and simply couldn't stand for it. The most I could find were a lot of Yohei x Hanamichi on AO3 and only 1 on Wattpad for him and reader. It made me so saddd, he's literally my favorite in the anime I needed to give him some more love myself. Anyway enjoy!

"Do you like basketball?"

Akagi Haruko inquired as she approached the gym doors to watch the team practice. The interhigh tournament was nearing and the boys were especially enthusiastic in comparison to the start of the season and even tryouts

"You could say that" you answered politely, Akagi was here on her own today without her two friends or Sakuragi's rambunctious army

Truthfully you had somewhat of a crush on one of the members of such

She hummed "Well I think I'll be going now" you bid farewell as who'd you'd actually been here to see was absent from spectating today and began to leave

"Ah wait!" She called out to you and you turned curiously back "I'm Akagi Haruko" she introduced herself with a warm smile

"(L/n) (Y/n), I'll see you around" you returned the smile waving a final goodbye before heading home for the evening

— • — • — • —

"Pssst"

You glanced over -fortunately or unfortunately for you, you were also in year 1 class 7. Your seat? Next to Sakuragi- the red head himself had brought it amongst himself to find out if you were a fan of this particular genius

"You're the one from practice right? The one who was talking to Haruko yesterday"

This was the first time you'd actually talked, he was intimidating sure but overall not a bad person

"Uhm yeah, I've seen a couple of the practices why?"

Quite a devious look overcame his rugged features "You must be a fan of mine huh"

You almost choked but managed a simple deadpan "I- well-" he took the stuttering as confirmation "not really, sorry"

A look of utter shock took over his face before being replaced with confidence "Probably because you don't yet know the amazing capabilities of this genius, that must be it!"

"Sakuragi quiet down back there!"

You ducked behind the student in front of you to avoid the teachers glare

Sakuragi kept calling for your attention for a while longer, it was surprising that it was a first considering how restless he usually was in class. Then again he often dozed off or cried his rejections away

Throughout both the class and the short exchanges with the male you kept trying to steal glances at the boy two seats in front of you

Something the self proclaimed genius took notice to, for someone who didn't seem all that bright he was oddly perceptive

"Ohoho I see!" He cackled that devious look returning to his face startling you from the peering over the shoulder of the person in front of you that you were doing

"What-"

"Youuu like Yohei~" he taunted in a singsong-ish voice

"No- that's not-" you turned away with bright cheeks, guilty as charged

Through the playful teasing and friendly smiling Sakuragi didn't seem all that scary anymore

— • — • — • —

"Hey! It's (Y/n)!" Sakuragi approached with his army of delinquents as some would say

"Ah Sakuragi" you smiled as he got closer

The boys beginning to tease as he talked so casually to you "Oh? Over Haruko already?"

"What- not at all! Haruko is the only one for me" he turned to glare at the accusor and proceeded to headbutt them causing you to laugh

"Oh there she comes!" Anyone could see the internal panic as she walked closer

In his panic and true camaraderie Sakuragi quickly grabbed Mito by the shoulders and exchanged places with him so he'd be facing you instead. Catching you off guard and consequently a bit flustered

"Hey?" He greeted sheepishly, his pompadour slightly disheveled making him look the perfect amount of rugged

"Hey- hi!" Mito didn't miss the octave jump or how your reddened face deepened a shade

You both loved and hated Sakuragi right now. But above that wanted to dig yourself a hole in the ground

Mito chuckled finding your overall demeanor endearing which in return made the blush spread to your ears. That sound was your new favorite as of now

"I didn't know you and Hanamichi were friends"

"Oh that, he kind of just started talking to me in class one day. Something about being his fan because he saw me watch practice a few times?"

For all you'd thought Sakuragi was perceptive initially Mito was even more so. Noticing immediately how the tension left your body when Sakuragi was brought up

"Are you?" He asked curiously just trying to keep the conversation going while such talked to Haruko and the rest of the boys participated in their conversation as well. Sometimes unnecessarily to Hanamichis dismay

"No! Er- well I'm not there to see him at least, not that I don't see him- wait that came out wrong"

Mito watched in amusement as you tried to both compose and not expose yourself. That sense of endearment came back to him as well as did the tension to your body

Being under the slight impression that you liked someone else on the team and were trying to hide it. Another Rukawa fangirl perhaps?

— • — • — • —

You walked to practice with Sakuragi, taking the route to the outdoor side of the gym while he split off to the locker room

Haruko whom was already there greeted you. Having talked to her a few more times now while watching practices with a new sense of kinship to the team now that you had befriended the simpleminded redhead

Sakuragi was quite sweet once you got to know him and you hoped Hakurko would come to realize such if she hadn't already

"Are you stupid?" The chatter of the boys was heard around the corner as they approached. Who knows what they were talking about

"Ah you two are already here" the lot of them greeted which you returned now being a bit more comfortable with the four rowdy teens

Whom were still secretly betting on who your crush was, still thinking it was someone on the team. Not sure wether to expand their options after the whole Mitsui scandal you were present for with the girls

There were hardly any practices left until their first match and both spirits and tension was high

But just like how Sakuragi still managed glances at Haruko you did at Mito as well

It was hard not to when he was leaned against the door like that perfectly in sight. Holding his uniform jacket lazily over his shoulder with a soft smile watching his best friend find his calling

His head perking up and looking your way only to find you staring. Embarrassed, you quickly looked away and back at the shooting drills missing the way Mito's cheeks grew a soft pink

— • — • — • —

"Guys I don't think (Y/n) likes anyone on the team" Mito contributed as their wagers increased

Sakuragi surprisingly able to keep his big mouth shut on the whole thing. And perhaps not actually being aware of the waiver they had going

"What makes you say that Yohei"

"Well- I think" he flushed a bit rubbing the back of his neck "maybe I'm her crush?"

The boys erupted into laughter all respectively making their comments of disbelief

"No way she likes you Yohei"

"You really think she'd like you over Rukawa!?"

"Ha! She probably likes cool upperclassmen Miyagi"

The choruses of laughter continued but after he'd caught you staring like that he couldn't get the thought out of his head. Maybe the boys were right. You were out of his league but they couldn't stop him from dreaming

— • — • — • —

Mito would now proceed to analyze any interaction you had like some passionate underpaid detective. His suspicion shifting to Hanamichi, it seemed like you two were closer than he initially thought

In reality the two of you had become each other's wing men in a sense

"Ah Hanamichi!" You ran up to the tall boy with a wide grin not even attempting to hide the giddiness in your step as you approached Yohei's best friend "Guessss what!" You jumped to high five said boy who was in actuality only holding his hands to about shoulder height

"Huh? What is it (Y/n)" although all the guys referred to you with your first name now, hearing it come from his best friend who currently held your attention made Yohei feel a slight pang

It was an odd sensation he'd never felt "Haruko was talking about you! She said you're improving a lot" the classroom was mostly empty and the others weren't around to rejoice in the small celebration the two of you shared

"You hear that Yohei!"

Hanamichis voice brought him out of his thoughts and into the present. That little exchange has now made his whole day as Hanamichi overflows with energy and enthusiasm now. Taking off into the hallway 'accidently' and not so subtly bumping you into Yohei who catches you swiftly

"Hey! Watch where you're going Hanamichi!"

It comes off more aggressively than he intended but the perpetrator is already out of the classroom

After the initial irritation resides his attention returns to you now going to make sure you're okay. The bump itself wasn't very hard but everyone knows Hanamichi can be quite a brute

Only he finds you already captivated by his face

He has very clear skin and it looks great. Even when he often gets into fights it's obvious he takes care of it. With the way his eyebrows are tappered and no remaining evidence of any of his fights

"You're beautiful"

He looks stunned, a slight blush creeping it's way onto those supple features

Now realizing you said it out loud, a look of utter mortification overcomes your features and you make a dive for Yohei's collar to hide your embarrassment away still securely in place in his firm arms. You can hear his chuckle and even feel the reverb from where your face is timidly tucked away in the crook of his neck and chest

He could feel the heat radiating from your face and he enjoyed the way you hid with him from him. It was cute. Especially when you weren't like this around any of the other guys

Finally recognizing that earlier pang as jealousy "Well you look beautiful as well"

You groaned clenching his open school blazer "You're teasing me aren't you"

Another melodic chuckle pushed it's way passed Yohei's lips "I'm really not. Promise" you could hear the smile in his voice and didn't believe him but he gave you a reassuring squeeze nonetheless

Such making you aware of being in his arms. The sudden awareness of this making you squirm. Yohei released his grip only enough for you to be able to pull away far enough to see him face to face

The proximity made your heart race. But the way your face stayed red and the small pout on your lips gave Yohei butterflies

"I think- no, I like you.... a lot" he smiled so genuinely but kept you in place so you couldn't hide in his collar again. Voting to instead hide your face behind your hands "Aww come on (Y/n) don't hide from me, please?"

You nodded but didn't make a move to actually remove your hands yet but he patiently waited. When you moved your fingers to peek he was also blushing quite a bit but didn't look the slightest bit embarrassed or teasing in any way

"I- I like you- I like you a lot too" it came out as a squeak. And it took everything in you to put your hands down but the way he looked at you so softly like there wasn't anything else in the world made it worth it

"Can- can you say it again for me?"

You nodded but got on your tip toes to try and reach his ear. Only for him to slouch down against his desk so you could reach him

It took gathering all your courage and clenching your skirt to be able to do it but instead of saying a word you bashfully pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. He immediately straightened up to his full height pressing a hand to his face looking rather dumbstruck "I could... get used to that"

#mito yohei #yohei mito #character x y/n #character x reader #slam dunk #slam dunk anime #mito Yohei x Reader #reader insert #slam dunk x reader #x reader

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mochisdoll · 2 years

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omg hi i really like what you wrote for sd :)

if it’s okay, id love to see you write for sawakita, kiyota, and mitsui having a first kiss with their s/o

Feat. Mitsui, Sawakita, & Kiyota

Mitsui

At 6:00 PM on a Sunday afternoon, Mitsui found himself, laying on your bedroom floor, watching a horror movie with you.

He wishes he could tell you anything that happened but he honestly cannot. All he remembers is how close you laid next to him, that your shoulders were touching and that when he turns his head your face is right there.

When the credits finally roll, his head is already turned in your direction when you look at him. The room is still dark, light peeking through the covered windows.

“I think it was pretty good.” You say to him.

“Yeah, me too.” He is barely listening as his eyes flick down from your eyes to your lips.

You take notice and begin to lean in, but then alarm bells are going off in Mitsui’s head. He’s never kissed anyone, and here you are leaning towards him, but laying sideways. The kiss just got 10 times more complicated. Does he go for the top lip or the bottom? Does it matter? What if it really really does?

He sighs before deciding on, “Can you sit upright? So I can do this right?”

You laugh, relieved that he only stopped the kiss just to get a better angle.

Once the two of you sat upright he placed a hand on your face, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. It’s slow but firm. When he pulls away he has to hide the huge grin trying to overtake his face.

Sawakita

Sawakita had always been slow with his advances. You had asked him out, knowing of his feelings for months, and never receiving a confession, so you took matters into your own hands.

Now a month into dating and he had yet to kiss you. You knew what you had to do.

On a trip to the beach, after a day in the sun, you sat side by side on a nearly empty beach, soon to pack up and leave.

“We should do this again soon.” Sawakita said to you, smiling brightly at you.

You looked over at him, the sun casting a warm light on his lightly sunburnt face, and you knew.

“We really should.” You smile back, placing a hand on his shoulder, pulling him forward a bit as you place your lips onto his.

Pulling away you see his bright red face and wide eyes.

“You just kissed me.” He says slowly, still staring at you owlishly.

“I did.”

“We should do this again soon.” He tries to say nonchalantly while looking away from you. A smug grin ghosting his face.

“Yeah, if you can ever work up the courage to do it again.” You sigh, rolling your eyes.

“I was just waiting for the right moment! You beat me to it.” He defends. “I’ll definitely be the one to do it next time.”

Kiyota

“So this is what you needed me for so desperately?” You ask as you climb through the window, joining Kiyota on his roof.

That was five weeks ago that you two started dating. Five weeks with almost no progress.

“I wasn’t desperate! I just said that I wanted to see you is all…” He trailed off as he avoided meeting your eyes.

You sat down next to him, dangling your legs off the roof, so close your knees nearly bumped. “Seemed to me like you’d die if I didn’t come.”

“God whatever…” Kiyota scoffed and then fell into an uncharacteristic silence.

You studied his clouded expression before you spoke again. “Is there something wrong? Something you want to tell me?” You leaned in to further inspect his face for a sign.

His face slowly shifted, a smirk forming as he looked up at you. “You’re so worried about me.” He grinned. “It’s more something I have to show you.”

“What is it?”

“This.”

Kiyota lightly took your face into his hands as he leaned in, pressing a firm kiss on your lips, a cheeky grin enveloping his face as he pulled back.

You sat stunned. “Couldn’t have given a warning?” You asked, covering your face.

“Nuh-uh. Had to be a surprise.” He pulled you into his side, slinging an arm across your shoulder.

Finally, I’m healthy again. This took wayyy too long, but I got it done! I did it for my basketball boys that I love so much.

#slam dunk #mitsui x reader #mitsui hisashi x reader #mitsui hisashi #kiyota x reader #nobunaga kiyota #nobunaga Kiyota x reader #eiji Sawakita #Sawakita x reader #Eiji Sawakita x reader #slam dunk x reader

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overtaken-stream · 3 months

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Bros Ov3r Ho3s

Kicchou Fukuda x F!Reader

I'm ITCHING to write for Slam Dunk, also idc about his taste, he looks like someone who would enjoy spicy food. Shoutout to that tweet I saw on yt shorts with this convo it inspired me to write for a character I don't even enjoyed until I started writing this. (I only read manga so don't come at me if this is ooc I tried my best.) THE LACK OF SLAM DUNK CONTENT IS INSANE!!!!

Warnings: family, fluff, idiots in love, light pregnancy scene, a child is there.

Throughout the years spent with the basketball player, there was never a need to conceal secrets. Any actions or words that soured the relationship were swiftly addressed by both parties, although after spending this much time together, the mean remarks were non-existent, mutual understanding left little room for surprises or hurtful comments (Because you know the blunt words were not said deliberately, however, you found a curious amusement in his apologetic/awkward expression of realization, the ongoing teasing about how he broke your heart will never get boring).

Years of built friendship with Kicchou came to a standstill as you watched your friends advance into the new chapter of life with their partners from the sideline. But You were content with staying over at your friend's house, sleeping in the same bed while wearing his shirt, having breakfast with his parents, and having dinners at yours, the glances that the elders would give you two never really entered Kicchous's eyesight, he always seems lost in his mind at the end of the day.

Moving in together and attending his (now professional) matches became a natural progression in both of your lives, so did paying little attention to the way his arm rested across your tummy or his face nestled next to your ear, breathing deeply as you slept sideways, or how sometimes you would hug him on the couch with both legs wrapped around the torso, trembling from the pleasure you brought to yourselves.

(It's how it is supposed to be.) Your chest pressed against his back as he gets the dinner going with a cute Hello Kitty apron tied at the front. Breathing in his scent like it's going to quell your thirst, maybe it does.

(It's how it is supposed to be.) With your legs freezing in the middle of the night as he steals away the long blankets specifically bought to fit you both.

(it's how it is supposed to be.) His head lying gently on your enlarged belly, his hands and arms resting on either side of your hips as he sprawls out on the couch. The muted dialogue of the movie on TV slowly pushes him towards slumber, only for a gentle kick to wake him. Kicchou cranes his neck til his eyes catch your face smiling down at him and his heart skips a beat.

However, the one topic in conversation you had with your relative never really left your mind, unlike the rest of the day, it stuck after you got home, at the time it didn't mean much, it hasn't been dissected and thought out to the point that you don't recall your reply.

(``How have you and your husband been?``

``Husband?`` Since when did you have a husband? Your confused stare was met with the still curious expression of the woman.

``Yes, that nice man with the textured hair! And what's with that stare you're giving me? Still not used to being a family? Fu-fuh!`` Their entertained eyes light up with the tease. )

Now that you think about it, sure you've been living with him for nearly eight years and sometimes go overboard with your affections and sleep in the same bed as him, as well as have a baby together but he never formally asked you out. Going out and spending time together as friends rather than partners is different from dates.

These thoughts linger for a few days as your quiet demeanor attracts minor attention from Kicchou, curious side eyes during the day and the firm hold around your waist during the night meet you because of it, his concern holds out until you're finally ready to bring up the topic. You thank his understanding self.

It was morning, about nine AM, you held hot chocolate milk while standing on the right side of the baby's high chair, not paying attention to the mess the babe made on the small table. Oftentimes you can't stomach breakfast unlike Kicchou, who now sat and enjoyed the leftovers from dinner, spicy roasted chicken legs left their evidence on his face and fingers. It made you smile and gave you confidence in the question you were going to ask.

``Say... Kicchou?``

A light hum gives you a hint that he is paying attention to your question despite not meeting your gaze.

``We...`` your ears brighten up in fright as you await his response when suddenly his index fingers covered in spicy sauce point in your direction and his chewing stops.

``... Are we... Dating?`` Your eyes glance in his direction when he freezes in the middle of a bite, shoulders hunched with nimble fingers in the air and the chicken on the plate. His eyes, full of indescribable confusion suddenly widen as his eyebrows raise, along with his posture. His pause gives way to concern... What if... You are not his best friend...? Are you... With him? The silence is deafening as you think about the moments when both of you crossed the line that friends should not have crossed, the moments that you hold close to your heart, that's swiftly beating against your ribcage. It's the only noise you hear besides the chaos of the child next to you in this stillness. You try to not let the anxiety show.

You fail.

``We just bros.``

He hit his chest with the fist multiple, being mindful of the spice before peace signing you.

``Hm, C'mere.`` Despite the demand Kicchou sent your way, he got up with heavy steps, only coming closer to your now-shy self who hadn't moved since the crucial question was dropped.

``...Bros?`` You look at the grown man before you and then at the babe next to you who similarly looks your way with big eyes and messy mouth, paying attention to your conversation and shoving whatever food was left on their table in their tiny jaws without understanding a word, yet their eyes understand the implication, it is kind of embarrassing having someone else experience this conversation, even if they are a cute little screaming and crying creature you gave birth to.

Your heart is beating in confusion this time.

It wasn't until he was all up in your face that his mouth finally laid over yours, the spices burned as hot as his affectionate action, clinging onto your swelled mouth as you took in his soft and plump lips. A moment of love was short, yet it's impact far greater.

As his lips drifted away from yours, all the doubts that survived finally followed after him only to not withstand the spice.

It was a silly answer to a silly question you always knew the answer to, he knows it too, can feel it throughout the day and practice, it's something that lives in the heavy basketball his hands carry, something that your core can provide when the object can't and it put you to rest, he loves you as he loves basketball, so you love him in a way basketball can't. It's an addiction that does not cause harm, only fondness, and he will never need a cure for it.

It's a satisfying step in your relationship. It's how it's supposed to be.

``Can you leave some chicken for me?``

``... No.``

#kicchou fukuda x reader #slam dunk manga #slam dunk x reader #slam dunk #Slam dunk fukuda #anime #Slam dunk fukuda kicchou #slam dunk fukuda kicchou x reader #Basketball player x reader #anime x reader #Slam dunk x female reader #sports anime #sports manga #Ignore the tags i want this piece to get the clout it deserves bc i had a hard time writing his MAN

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bunnies-and-blues · 10 hours

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─꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱─ slam dunk : songbird

⸝⸝ tl;dr : how sendoh + rukawa would react to their partner's singing talents ! requested by @milkdeco !

⸝⸝ note : apologies for the extremely late reply, stuff has been vv busy irl with school and other stuff, but i hope you enjoy regardless ! i also can't find the original message in my inbox, so i hope you don't mind me using a photo instead </33

sendoh akira . . .

the first thing that came to mind was, if ever he gets you to accompany him on his fishing sessions, he'll definitely ask you to sing for him !

doesn't matter what you sing -- love songs, hit tunes, rapid-fire rapping, he appreciates it all .

especially if you get him to sing along, and especially if it's a duet !! he may not know all the words or hit the right tunes all the time, but he truly does enjoy every moment he gets to spend with you .

karaoke is so fun with him !! he has the microphone in one hand and your hand in the other, and he's picking all the songs that you both and you two are singing so loud you swear the other booths could hear it -

will listen to all of your music recommendations, and in turn he'd like for you to listen to his ! and if ever .. possibly send in some voice messages with you attempting to sing a new tune you've discovered ?

look i dont know this guy personally but when i say that he'd fold so quickly ..

rukawa kaede . . .

while he doesn't like to show affection in public (and even then, goodluck with trying to get it in private as well loves hearing your voice -- he could listen to you talk for ages, and he could definitely sit down and listen to you sing .

it's common knowledge that he likes listening to music, so i think that he'd swoon if you decide to make covers of songs that he likes.

doesn't matter if you think it's bad or not, he'll listen to it on repeat, constantly. working out? going out for a run? practicing? he has your voice playing in his ears the whole time.

he sends you playlists of songs that he really likes, and makes playlists of songs he think you'd like as well ! basically, his love language is making playlists of songs and sharing them with you.

if you try to recommend music to him, he'll give it a listen, but if it ultimately ends up not being his cup of tea then he'll put it in (you guessed it) another playlist that he can come back later to and revisit in his own time .

sing his favorite song for him in private . do with that what you will .

bottom line : these two are SUCKERS for you . one of them might not be as affectionate as the other, but ultimately they both love you ! they'll support whatever singing endeavors you have, and they'll root for you whatever happens <33

#꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ solari writes !#rukawa kaede #rukawa kaede fanfictions #rukawa kaede headcanons #sendoh akira #sendoh akira headcanons #sendoh akira fanfictions #slam dunk #slam dunk x reader #rukuwa slam dunk #sendoh slam dunk #slam dunk headcanons #slam dunk fanfictions #slam dunk x you #thank you for requesting this !!#i had sm fun writing it :DD #sendoh and rukawa aren't characters that i interact with often #but they're so fun to think of !! especially when it comes to headcanons and content like this :DD

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tojisprettywife · 1 month

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{note: i rewrote this, with b.s.t (hope someone gets the reference 🧍🏻‍♀️) anyway i cried, it got deleted first. i’m sleepy, hopefully it’s okay. minors DNI.}

warnings: smut. characters! m! x f! reader. characters are aged up to 21.

inexperienced men. who for the very first time feel, what a pussy feels like. your gummy, warm walls clenching around his throbbing cock. the way he clenches his jaw and gritting his teeth, to regain composure from cumming almost immediately. “f-fuck…so tight ..”. your pulsing soft walls suck his cock in, barely holding himself up. the way his soft, silky locks fall on your chest as he’s hunched over you. only gasps, curses and more whimpers slipping out of his lips. “so.. t—tight.. shit..”. pushing his full length into, till the base, gripping the plush of your hips, a bit too hard, in meek attempts to stop himself from painting your tight walls white. after what seems like forever, he slowly moves his hips, each stroke, sending shivers down his spine. he leans down to kiss you, again in attempts to keep him from moaning loud. he pushes his tongue into your mouth, his tongue lapping yours. but soon, the kissing gets sloppy, saliva dripping down both your chins. he leans down, burying his face into the crook of your neck. his teeth grazing the base of your neck, as his hips erratically, in haste buck against yours. the sound of his balls slapping against your ass, filling the room combined with his little whimpers and yours. “i-i’m cum-ming… f-fuck” he buries himself to the hilt, pushes himself even deeper, his tip bruising your cervix. his eyes squeezed shut, biting down your shoulder lightly. his cock, pumping ropes of milky, sticky cum. his cock twitching inside you, panting against your neck. just as he catches his breath, your walls convulse around his twitching cock, overstimulating. “o- fuckkk.. f..ck” barely able to form coherent sentences, slurring his words. burying his face into the pillow, beside your head, to stifle his moans. muffled moans, teary eyes as one hand gripped your waist tightly, bruising them lightly and the other hand gripping the sheets, crumpling them. his first feel of a vaginal orgasm. he presses soft kisses from your jawline to your neck, “it feels… so good.. one more time?.. please baby?..”. no longer will his hands suffice for him, as he felt what heaven feels like, you.

~ Choso Kamo, Gojo Satoru, Oikawa Toru, Nagi Seishiro, Inumaki Toge, Miya Atsumu, Naoya Zenin, Yuuji Itadori, Kageyama Tobio + whoever you want 😵‍💫

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kuromitos · 1 year

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Updated rules for requesting!

My old rules got lost in the void which is this blog so we writing them out again with some updates.

Fandoms I can write for :

||I'm putting a star {☆} next to some fandoms as a warning that I might be a little off with characterization since I'm still learning ||

JJBA ☆

JJK

Haikyuu!

Demon slayer ☆

Person series {3-5}

Gintama

Tokyo ghoul

Chainsaw man ☆

DC Comics {Mainly the Batfamily*}

Slam Dunk

KNB ☆

Spy x family

* I have a separate set of rules for this fandom you can check out at this link!

Writing formats I can do:

||putting a star {☆} next to the new writing styles I'm trying out so you guys can know they might be not the best ||

Head-cannons

Drabbles

Scenarios

Imagines {they're drabble but slightly shorter}

Smut ☆ 【only if you're over 18 and respect the set rules】

Songfics ☆

Music head-cannons

Rules in general:

Requestes will take some time to come out so please be patient.

I only take character x reader requests.

Unless there is a canonical adult version of the character, I would not take NSFW requests for them if they are underage.

I do not take requests featuring these topics: 【non-con/dub-con, incest, pedophilia, abuse】

Please be specific with your request for the best results.

If you are under 18/have an ageless blog, please don't send in NSFW requests. If you don't respect this rule, I'll have to block you.

If the ask boxes are closed, you can still send in requests. Just know they won't be answered immediately.

Thank you for reading my rules and I hope to see your requests soon! d=(^o^)=b

#gintama #gintama imagines #dc comics imagine #batman imagine #batman family #jjba imagines #slam dunk x reader #x reader requests #ask box #jjk imagines #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #demon slayer #chainsaw man imagine

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callmerainman · 3 months

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CALLMERAINMAN'S MASTERLIST

↳ my AO3

↳ my TikTok editing acc

𝐌𝐎𝐁 𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐎 𝟏𝟎𝟎

Reigen Arataka

✧˚ · . one shots

Still Into You | fem!Reader

Nowhere Near You | fem!Reader

The Morning After | fem!Reader 18+!

Wishing You Godspeed | fem!Reader 18+!

Cameras | model!fem!Reader

✧˚ · . headcanons and playlists

Reigen Arataka's shady playlist to scam people

Reigen Arataka with a s/o who works as a model

𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋

Alastor

✧˚ · . headcanons and playlists

Alastor with a pure hearted s/o | gn!Reader

Alastor in a relationship with a pure hearted s/o | gn!Reader

Alastor realising his feelings for a pure hearted s/o | gn!Reader

Adam

✧˚ · . headcanons and playlists

First Man on the Earth still couldn't hit this | sinner!Adam x fem!sinner!Reader

Hellfire | Adam x fire-demon!Reader

𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑

Knuckle Bine

✧˚ · . oneshots

You Before The World | fem!Reader

𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐌 𝐃𝐔𝐍𝐊

Hanamichi Sakuragi

✧˚ · . headcanons and playlists

Hanamichi Sakuragi's pre-game hype playlist

Dating Sakuragi would include

Hisashi Mitsui

✧˚ · . headcanons and playlists

Dating Mitsui would include

#masterlist #writers on tumblr #writers on ao3 #archive of our own #mob psycho 100 #reigen arataka #hazbin hotel #hunter x hunter #slam dunk #x reader #fanfiction #headcanons #playlist #mp100

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slamdunkhcs · 11 months

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Hiyaaa! I’m so glad there’s still someone who writes for Slam Dunk :D If it’s not too much of a bother, can I request for a scenario where the boys get stuck in an elevator with their crush? I’ll leave the choice of characters to you. Pleas feel free to write for whoever you’re comfy with. Thanks a lot~

This is such a good ask LMAOOO

sd boys stuck in an elevator with their crush

kiyota

Lowkey he’d be nervous asl LMAOOO

Obvs he wants to look cool in front of the girl he likes but he doesn’t know what to do. And he’d prolly be a little panicked about missing practice

At first he’d be making small talk to pass the time LOL. He’d take it as a chance to talk to you more and ask you hella questions about yourself. I can see him as the type to ramble on and on about himself, but I think he would be a good listener too

He’d see you being hella anxious and he’d feel bad. I don’t think he’s really good with words but he’d be cracking up jokes to make you smile. Mf will be out there repping like he’s a comedian

HE WOULD DEADASS TRY BREAKING THE ELEVATOR DOOR. HIS ASS WOULD BE SLAMMING ON IT LMAOOO

sawakita

Let’s be honest, this boy is gonna be PANICKING.

He wouldn’t want to make it obvious though so he’d be tryna smile and reassure her.

I think he would also try making small talk but I think he’d be more nervous, but he’d end up going on about how his day is going and how he’s prolly gonna get bothered by his teammates for missing practice.

I think you’d have to ask him questions to get him to talk more comfortably. I think if you asked him how his last game went tho, he’d get TALKING. Like the dude would get sm less nervous

By the time yall are out of the elevator, he would definitely ask you to come watch the rest of his practice. HED OFFER TO BUY YOU AN ICE CREAM AFTERWARDS to “make up for what happened”

sendoh

I do think he would be a little reactive to it, kinda like “oh shit we’re stuck” but I don’t think he’d panick

He alr shows up late to his practices so he isn’t fr concerned LMAOOO he’d be calm and collected. If he notices his crush is nervous though, he would be really nice and smile at her to make her feel more comfortable.

I don’t think Sendoh is really the type to talk about himself. I do think he would be a good listener though and try talking to his crush and asking her questiohs

Mf would lowkey be swooning LOL. He’d be thinking “woah she looks even prettier closer up”

Honestly I think even after getting unstuck, he’d want to spend more time with you and just skip his practice and ask you to go eat with him. He don’t care 💀

#slam dunk #スラムダンク #headcanon #slam dunk anime #kiyota #nobunaga x reader #nobunaga kiyota #akira sendoh #sendoh akira #akira #anime and manga #hanamichi #sakuragi hanamichi #hisashi mitsui #eiji #eiji sawakita #sawakita eiji

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cerise-on-top · 5 months

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I love the Against PDA Laswell/Valeria x Jealous fem reader! Thank you so much!

Kate Laswell x GN reader

After a bad marriage, Kate never thought she would have another chance for a relationship

Then 💥BOOM💥 reader appears in her life!

But there's a problem....

Kate and her Ex partner have a daughter (Kate LOVES her daughter)

But she doesn't like the reader...

No pressure, take your time 🫶 and take care

You're welcome! That was a lot of fun to write! I got a bit carried away on this one, so it's quite long, sorry about that! This idea was really cute, inspiration really struck me on that one! Thank you for requesting it! Thank you for requesting in general, especially for the girls! I love them, but it's a genuine shame they don't seem to get as much love as the guys!!

Reader is gn. Only thing I can think of is that Kate's daughter, Luna, was about to get abducted, but reader saved her, so nothing bad happens aside from that. Luna and reader get along later, though, because I'm a sucker for happy endings and want Laswell, reader and their daughter to have a lovely future together. Some parts are almost like a drabble, other parts are more headcanon-y.

Remarried!Laswell, her daughter and Reader

It’s one thing to have the love of your life leave, all the memories, the good and bad, the small trinkets here and there, even just a small dessert call upon feelings that are much better left behind, left in the dark where no one could find them. If only it was that easy. During spring cleanings, Kate would find something to remind her of her ex wife every time. A brooch with a sapphire in the middle, an old recipe book, the very first wooly hat Kate’s wife picked out for their daughter, Luna. It was tiny, bearing the motive of snowflakes on a pink background. And to think their daughter has long since grown out of it. Time really does pass, regardless of whether you’re enjoying the moment or wishing the past had never happened. A few years ago, Kate’s heart would have been torn upon finding it, slashed open to show the insides of a still beating and bleeding heart. But that was the past. She had always been a strong woman, she had no choice, after all.

It was her wife, who gave birth to Luna, and it shows. She took after her so much, from the color of her eyes, her height, even her nose was reminiscent of her ex wife. She was absolutely gorgeous in Kate’s eyes. Her little girl grew and grew, but no matter how old she was, that was still her little girl. While Kate may not get the chance to see her all that often, a few times a year at most, both of them are usually overjoyed when they do get to spend time with each other. Even at 14, when it’s almost embarrassing to be seen with your parents, her daughter couldn’t hide her growing smile whenever she saw her mother. It was familial love in its purest form.

And eventually, you came along. Beautiful you, who was patient and understanding towards Kate. Caring you, who wouldn’t rush her into something she wasn’t ready for just yet while listening to her every woe whenever the melancholy of her ex wife caught up with her. Dazzling you, who gave her another chance at romantic love, slowly mending the holes in her heart. It was a give and take, always: No matter what it was you gave Kate, she’d return it tenfold. You, in turn, would do so as well. A kiss would turn into a necklace bearing a genuine ruby, an intimate and loving night into a vacation on the mountains or the beach. It took a while, but eventually Kate was sure you were the one. Someone, who would never betray her, someone, who would stay by her side, even when the world would stand against her. She was willing to arrange the most dangerous of missions for her most trusted people if something would ever happen to you. Kate was capable of pulling just about any string, get a favorable outcome eventually.

But no matter what she did, Luna simply didn’t seem to approve of you.

It started off with a simple mention of you. First, a friend. Her daughter didn’t seem to mind. She was glad someone was able to make her mother smile again. But when it turned into something more, something more serious, she would frown. An annoyed quip, a passive-aggressive remark, it was evident that no matter what Kate would tell her about you, the latter would react negatively. Regardless of whether you tripped while taking out the trash or proposing to your then girlfriend.

It would take a while for you to actually meet her daughter, but when you did she seemed distant at best and annoyed at worst. Anger wasn’t the solution to anything, so you tried to engage in conversation with her, give her small gifts you thought she might like. Christmas, Easter, Halloween, her birthday, you never forgot about her. But no matter how much effort you put into slowly building a relationship with her, you were rejected. She had two parents, she didn’t need a third one. You knew Luna was Kate’s everything, which is why it hurt twice as much when she seemed to hate you. Afraid of making things potentially worse, you were unsure whether or not you should keep going, it seemed almost pointless. Even when Kate told her daughter to be nice to you, to give you a chance at the very least, it didn’t seem to help.

In a cruel turn of events, disaster has struck. You were tasked to escort Luna home, you and Kate did live together, after all. A young girl and her “parent” usually wasn't something many people would look at twice, it was among the most ordinary things. After dusk, when the sun was barely enveloping the world in its warm rays, three men walked in your direction. Maybe it was your gut feeling telling you to be more aware of your surroundings, maybe Kate had told you to be extra careful these days and nights. Either way, they stopped walking when the two of you got closer. By then, even Luna seemed to realize something awful was about to happen. Just as you were about to walk towards the other street, two of the men lunged out at you, going after her.

This wasn’t something that should have happened, so for a split second you froze before reacting, Luna screaming out already. Even though both of you were shocked, scared out of your mind as she was dragged away into the nearest alley, something within you sparked. You were hoping you’d never need them, but Kate had given you lessons on how to defend yourself if you ever needed to, and this time was as drastic as it could possibly be. Using your knowledge on martial arts, you were able to take one of them down as quickly as possible, having him writhe in pain on the ground, unable to compose himself anymore. The third guy advanced towards you, thinking you to be easy prey still. He was taken care of even more quickly than the first one, adrenaline coursing through you. Your legs carried you at a speed even the raging storms would envy, Luna looking back at you, yelling for help still. Her mother wasn’t around, you were the only safer person left, the only aid in a battle she likely would have never won on her own.

She struggled, resisted the creep to the best of her abilities, flailing, biting, screaming. It was enough to buy you time to get to her. As he turned to you, you jabbed your index and middle finger on the spot underneath the larynx. Curses escaped him as he released her, holding onto his throat while gagging. Barely put together, he stretched his arm backwards, an obvious attempt at hitting you, the perfect opening. In a swift motion, you deflected him, taking his arm instead while using your knee to kick him in the groin. A direct hit, leaving him incapable of doing much else aside from whining on the ground, making the most pathetic noises imaginable to man. It mattered not, Luna was more important than anything else. Despite being aware of her dislike for you, this was an exception: You grabbed her by the arm, dragging her out of the alley and to the nearest light post.

She was quaking, her eyes watery as she bit back tears. This was no moment to show weakness in front of you. As she bit her lip, the force was enough to make it bleed, she took a deep breath while you looked her over, making sure she wasn’t injured. A few bruises would form from the rough treatment, but she’d be alright. You wanted to comfort her right now, tell her that she was safe, that you’d make sure not a single pig on this planet would harm her, but you couldn’t focus on that solely. What you had to do was make sure she’d get back home safely to her mother. Kate would kill you if something happened to her, or worse.

You hurried home, never letting go of her, your eyes darting around the streets. Barely anyone was out. Apologies and promises of safety, you spoke them all in a determined tone.

Luna looked at you as you pulled her along. Your touch wasn’t dreadful this time, it was far from detestable. Your hand was warm on her arm, your presence comforting. Maybe you weren’t such a horrible person to have around. And maybe, just maybe, you could keep Kate safe, too. Keep her happy, make sure she can smile forever, give her the solace you gave Luna just now. She wanted to stop, stand still and apologize for the treatment she had given you, it wasn’t fair. Not to you, not to her mother. But she kept going, her home perhaps a minute from where she currently was.

Only when the door fell closed behind you, after you locked it, could you finally take a breather. Luna was still shaken, but nowhere close to tears. Uneven breathing was all that plagued her, but she was finally safe again.

It was time to release her, apologizing for touching her without her consent. But for once, those eyes that seemed to show but resentment for you, they were tired. Although you had let go of her, it was her turn to hold your wrist, a small plea, almost silent, begging for you to not go just yet. It wasn’t your place to refuse and thus you gave her a nod, calming down from your own high. Your voice was so much more gentle than before. How was she feeling? Where was she hurt? Would she be alright?

There was barely a response, only one you could really understand.

You weren’t a monster, you weren’t going to drain the happiness from everyone she ever loved, Luna finally understood that. While your voice may have just barely reached you, she stood completely still for a few seconds before wrapping her arms around you, face buried in your shoulder. You were a good person, she was going to be okay. Everything was okay. She had her mothers and you.

A tight hug, you’d return it any day, looking to the corner of your eye as you noticed some movement there. It was Kate, shocked and worried, immediately rushing to her girl’s side, asking her what’s wrong. This wasn’t something Kate shouldn’t have known about, so with as much calmness as you could muster, you explained the situation to her. Luna carefully turned to her mother, Kate instinctively took her into her arms.

Sitting her down onto the couch, both of you stayed with her the entire night, even when she had fallen asleep. Small conversations sound through the living room. Kate couldn’t thank you enough. Her world was with her still, unscathed and mostly unharmed, because of your quick judgment and your capabilities. This was something she could never repay you for, even if you gave her an eternity of time. It was a rare sight to see Kate in any amount of disarray. She was of calm mind anytime, no matter what. Strong-willed, cunning, brave. Even she had her weaknesses.

But as concerned as she was during that night, she could notice a change in the atmosphere soon enough. Luna’s words weren’t malicious towards you anymore. A smile here, a chuckle there. When the suggestion of getting you a birthday present came, Kate was stunned for a moment. Her little girl and her spouse getting along, it seemed so far out. But any destination was reachable if you gave it enough time, if the circumstances were right. By no means would she ever wish anything horrible upon her girl, willing to kill those men in the same way a lion would kill its prey, but the situation had improved. Luna would ask about you, how you were doing, how the marriage was going, even giving you the present yourself. Almost shy, she handed it to you. You, too, seemed a bit surprised, but the scene was lovely. You and Luna finally got along. It was like something out of a pleasant dream. As you opened the present, your face glowing with glee, Kate, too, couldn’t help but smile.

#cod #cod x reader #kate laswell #kate laswell x reader #gn!reader #I am so gay for women and I was swooning during mw2 whenever laswell was on screen #I was so happy when she was a playable character in mw3 even if I can't play the game #started watching mw for Valeria and got absolutely hooked because of Laswell Farah Alex and Gaz #although I'm not hoping for a mw4 I am on my knees for more of the girls #because not to be cringe on main but the girls sort of have me in a chokehold #the things I'd do for a kiss on the cheek from them #having them praise me for doing well on something would actually just slam dunk my mental illness into the ground and kill it instantly #how did those tags go again?#not to be a lesbian etc etc #anyway thanks for requesting again!!#if you have any more ideas brewing feel free to come again! I love hearing about them <3

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