REUNION BROTHERS - FITLER EFFECT (FAN ART)

"say whatever u want about satoru but if a child handed him a fake phone he would answer it" ☎️🎶

let’s play a game called “is this a line from twilight, or an excerpt from a shrek fanfic”

𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄

written by kageyuji

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𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — Akaashi has had a crush on you from the moment he met you; the most he ever acted on those feelings was when he became your best friend. Bokuto didn’t think it would have caused so much trouble to introduce you to Kuroo.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Kuroo x Reader x Akaashi

𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞: Friends to lovers, angst

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: jealousy, hints at underage drinking, sexual jokes/innuendos, swearing

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: they/them

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: finished

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𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬 \|/ 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩

chapter 1 ‣ the past

chapter 2 ‣ empathy is wisdom

chapter 3 ‣ timezones

chapter 4 ‣ akaashi’s foot kink

chapter 5 ‣ y/n is bread

chapter 6 ‣ ground rules

chapter 7 ‣ promise

chapter 8 ‣ not a drill

chapter 9 ‣ one of you

chapter 10 ‣ a chance

chapter 11 ‣ bzzzzz

chapter 12 ‣ breaking point

chapter 13 ‣ annie wahyze

[AKAASHI] [KUROO]

chapter 14 ‣ goodbye chapter 14 ‣ i shan’t

chapter 15 ‣ did i ask? chapter 15 ‣ arson

chapter 16 ‣ visible anxiety chapter 16 ‣ ty

chapter 17 ‣ telling him chapter 17 ‣ ice cream

chapter 18 ‣ wrong picture chapter 18 ‣ whore

chapter 19 ‣ found it chapter 19 ‣ leg surgery

chapter 20 ‣ better chapter 20 ‣ promise (pt 2)

I’ve been in absolute tears cry laughing at this for the past 15 minutes.

"Yuuji-- if you don't mind, can I ask you something?"

Yuuji looked up from his phone, feeling so grown up to be in the Jujutsu High staffroom with Kento. He raised his eyebrows, the scar across his lip tugging up.

"Uh...yeah, sure. Go crazy."

"What is scary dog privilege, exactly?"

"Scary dog privilege? Huh, well...let's see, uhm...so it's like..."

Yuuji explained, all peaches and wide eyes and animated hands. Kento nodded occasionally, listening intently. His mind, naturally, strayed to you; you were what this was all about, after all.

As with any thought of you (you being his blossoming latent obsession), Kento's stomach flipped, his grip tightening fractionally around his coffee.

Kento remembered.

He remembered when he dropped you home. You checked over your shoulder, again, and again, and again, before you unlocked your door and hurried inside.

He remembered how he had once walked up behind you without much thought, and you spun with panic in your eyes. Kento recalled how quickly you had relaxed, to see it was him, and how high his hope climbed as a result.

He remembered how you had spilled the contents of your bag. You snatched your pepper spray up in the hope that his keen eyes had missed it.

He remembered how you headed to the subway after a staff night out. Your keys had been curiously gripped between your fingers, a weapon that wasn't a weapon.

He remembered, how just the day before, he and you had walked together through central Tokyo to get lunch. You had sat on a park bench together, and Kento had been so overwhelmed by the need to hold it together, Kento, keep it together, that he barely registered the relief written on your skin.

You had eaten in comfortable silence, then leaned over to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek on the way to the bins.

"Thanks for the scary dog privilege, Kento. It's the first time in a long time that I've relaxed in public."

Kento's eyes had drifted closed for just a few moments too long, with the warmth of your lips on his skin, and he stuttered, fumbling, unlike himself.

"Ah...scary...dog privilege?" He asked, quiet. But you were already gone; throwing your crumbs to the ducks.

Yuuji's voice snapped Kento out of memory, and back to the staffroom.

"Dunno if that makes sense, Nanamin?"

A molten pit of spite and rage ignited in Kento once he put two and two together. Scary dog privilege. He gave you scary dog privilege. Why was walking the streets in safety a privilege? Shit. Kento kept his voice level, patting Yuuji on the shoulder as he left, his steaming coffee abandoned.

"Thank you, Yuuji. Stay safe out there this afternoon, and call me when you're finished, please."

If Kento hadn't already felt dirty enough with the knowledge that he pleasured himself to thoughts of you every night, he felt worse, now. He stalked through the corridors of Jujutsu High, calling Ijichi, calling Shoko, determined to find you.

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Once you noticed how one man's gaze lingered on you, you noticed them all. To you, almost all seemed to do it, and to every woman, be they 18 or 80, tall or short or curvy or lithe or gay or straight or anywhere in between. Then, when you began to notice the gazes on 16 year olds, or 12 year olds, or--

You had nauseated by the time you turned the corner to grab lunch. Simultaneously built up and dragged down and accused, you were a madonna and a whore and a bitch. You wondered, vaguely, how deeply, how incurably the disease ran, as you entered the bustling café. You didn't want to think about it. You'd just grab food, and go, and--

"Ah. Good afternoon."

You blinked, to see Kento before you in the queue, and felt a warm burst of joy from your tummy to your toes.

"Kento, I'm...happier than you know, to see you, actually."

A satisfied hum. "I had a feeling you might be. Now...about something you said yesterday...."

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Nanami Kento didn't immediately strike one as a scary dog. He was built, yes, but his suits hid it well, and he was only a little taller than average, and really quite mild, but--

-- oh.

The way his glares could frost a soul. The way other men bounced off him, a stone wall, when a shoulder 'accidentally' hit his. The way his eyes found wayward gazes like a sniper, with the dulcet loading of a bullet behind his sneer. The silent commanding respect. The dares that other men would not dare.

It was no wonder, then, how you and Kento, became you and Shoko and Kento, became you and Shoko and Maki and Nobara and Kento. While individually able to fight your own fights, feeling Kento's scary dog privilege melt threats with acid, was a burden blissfully relieved.

With Kento's protective Midas' touch, your daily lunches turned to gold, unsullied and unmolested. Still...he was there for the whole group.

So why, then, in such a large group, did you look up to find his gaze on you, and only you? How could his eyes caress without staring? It was sorcery, surely.

Kento sequestered you one day, throwing his crumbs to the ducks alongside yours, as the others chatted on the benches behind you. You looked up, shooting him a sideways smile, and wondering how you could ever be good enough for him. He spoke quietly.

"I always believed a dog to have just one owner."

You felt your stomach twist with insinuation. You laid the thread.

"...oh?"

"And while I'm happy to offer my privileges to the benefit of a group, I...would like to be in the position to make such a privilege exclusive."

You swallowed hard, looking sideways again with hope against hope against hope against--

"Are you...saying you'd like to be my scary dog?"

"Very, very much so."

big fan of the “I can’t fix him but I can follow him to his tragic and untimely end and love him even as he becomes corrupted and decays into a shadow of his former self” trope

don't go Nanamin don't go