returning to this account has made me wanna draw him more

Not So Familiar IV

Not So Familiar IV
Rated: Mature

☾ Not So Familiar I   Not So Familiar II ☾ Not So Familiar III

“Let’s go” Namjoon grabbed your wrist, tugging you away.

“Go ahead Namjoon, run.” Hunchul smirked. “Do what you always do, you scaredy cat.” he called out as the spell shops door closed. His laugh, still echoing outside of the shop.

“N-Namjoon… what’s wrong?” you frowned, trying to pull your arm away. “Namjoon say something.” you stumbled a bit as he dragged you outside. “What’s up with you and Hunchul?”

“Stay away from him alright?” he practically stomped away, ignoring all of your attempts at breaking his grip.

You struggle, trying to not trip over your own foot. Although you hadn’t known human Namjoon for very long, there was something very unsettling seeing him like this. He was fuming and you could feel his hate toward Hunchul but it was his blindness to how you were feeling that was alarming. Why was he being like this? “Ah!” you lost your footing on the sidewalk, and you would have surely fallen if it wasn’t for Namjoon dragging you along. But this was too much. “Namjoon stop-You’re hurting me!”

That seemed to have gotten his attention enough to make halt in his tracks and look back at you. He sighed letting go of your wrist. “I’m sorry…”

You cradled your sore wrist to your chest, softly rubbing the spot that he held. “What’s going on…?”

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fanfic: hope you got your things together [brooklyn nine nine, jake x amy, boyle x gina, zombies x brains]

so at some point I clearly decided to just completely abandon anything resembling canon or real life. thus this happened, and I’m really sorry about it.

hope you got your things together
“peralta, i will feed *you* to the goddamn zombies and put everyone out of their respective miseries” (or, an undead apocalypse grows in brooklyn).

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anonymous asked:

The GoM holding a sleepover :D

Awh, this is cuute~ I assume this means them having a sleepover together? : D If I’m wrong, then feel free to tell me and I’ll rewrite^^

None of the Miracles were willing to ask why on earth Akashi had invited them to a “pleasant get-together” at his household. Sure, he was a friend to them all, as well as a fellow team mate, however the sheer fact that this was Akashi Seijuurou left the group more than puzzled. 

Despite this, everyone somehow wound up stood at the porch of Akashi’s huge house on the following Saturday, all of them, even Murasakibara, thinking of the better things they could have been doing that day.

“I was actually expecting this.” Kise remarked, eyeing the grand door before them.
“I bet he has servants.” Aomine added, supporting the blonde’s words.
“Why’s the knocker a lion~?” Murasakibara drawled, completely changing the subject.
“Idiot, it’s not a real lion.” Midorima snapped, leaning forward to knock on the door. The group had only just noticed that they had been stood at the porch for over a minute, not one of them even thinking to knock.
“But it looks like a lion." 
"It looks more like a cat!”
“They’re the same damn thing, Kise.”
“No, they’re a differen-

"You’re on time.”

At the same time, everyone turned to notice Akashi standing proudly at his porch, almost as if he was looking down at the other Miracles, which he really wasn’t. Besides Tetsuya, of course.

Greeting each of them individually, Akashi lead the group of males into the hallway, carefully observing them as they removed their shoes. 

“I am satisfied that you were all able to make it today.” The red-head stated in a plain tone, putting on a smile. “I am sure that we will all have a pleasurable night.”

A regretful snort escaped from Aomine, earning numerous glances and an extreme death-glare from Akashi. 
“Daiki, is anything the matter?”
“Nothing, nothing.” The tanned male replied, scratching the back of his head. “Just the way you said that.”
“Leave your childish thoughts for later, please. I have prepared a number of games that I feel shall satisfy us all.” This, of course meant Akashi, having no idea what went on at sleepovers, had Googled ways for the teenagers to have fun.

“I shall now lead you to the front parlour where I will depart to retrieve beverages and small supplements.”

Though they had only been in the Akashi household for an extremely short while, the Miracles were already dreading what was to come. Due to this, they had each made excuses to not be part of the games which their red-headed captain had planned for them that night. Well, apart from twister, which Murasakibara had won at by literally crushing each and every one of them with his unbearable weight.

In fact, the most mature game Akashi had planned was Monopoly, which even Midorima did not wish to participate in. The red-head had taken into account that his friends were not quite as mentally superior compared to himself, so planned games such as “musical chairs” and “pin the tail on the donkey”. This, however, simply made his “friends” feel patronized, as it would do to any other teenager. 

As Akashi left the room to prepare for the next game, all the Miracles could do was exchange awkward glances. 
“…I wonder if there’s a pool here.” Kise eventually piped up, killing the silence. 
“I don’t see why they would’t have one.” Kuroko replied in a polite tone; one of the few things he had actually said that night. 

“….So, what do you think he has in plan for us?” Aomine groaned, rubbing his head. “I don’t think I can stand another second in this creepy atmosphere, it’s as if Akashi’s trying to force himself into us or something.”
“Don’t be so rude.” Midorima scolded, crossing his arms. Although he hated to admit it , even Midorima did not wish to be there.

Slowly, Murasakibara stood up, earning confused looks from the rest of the Miracles. 
“Where are you going, Murasakibara-kun?” Kuroko asked with a slight frown,  almost fearful that the childish giant was going to go home without Akashi’s consent. 
“Ah, m’gonna get something to eat…” The purple-haired male announced, sluggishly making his way out of the room. “I bet Aka-chin has a huuuge refrigerator….” He added.
“Well, that just happened.” Aomine remarked.

“What if Akashicchi makes us play Shogi?” 
"I wouldn’t be surprised, Kise.”
“I think I wanna go home…”
“Can we just respect the fact that Akashi hasn’t brought up the subject of winning, please.”
“Of course he has, what do you think all of those games are for?”
“You should see the movies he has.”
“I think I saw Garfield.”
“No, that’s Murasakibara’s.”

“Right, well I’m going to look for Akashi’s stash.” Aomine announced, preparing to exit the room. 
“What do you mean?” Kise almost whined. “Don’t leave me with Midorimacchi!”
"I’m here too, Kise.” Kuroko announced. 

“Come on, don’t you want to know what kinda material Akashi’s into? I bet he’s into S&M.”
“M&M?” Murasakibara chimed, returning to the room with an armful of snacks. “Where’s the M&Ms?" 
"S&M.” Aomine corrected the taller male, going to leave again. 
“What’s that, mm~?” The giant responded, assuming the letters were some kind of new snack.

Making sure Akashi wasn’t going to return any time soon, Aomine carefully made his way upstairs the huge house. Much to his surprise, the male managed to find Akashi’s room pretty easily; spying the red-head’s spare blazer hung up on his door. 

The room was, as expected, completely spotless. One would think that the room was a guest room judging by the lack of trinkets or personal items. Maybe Akashi kept everything tidied away? 

Chuckling darkly to himself, Aomine carelessly pulled open a draw, immediately hitting the jackpot. There were numerous magazines neatly placed inside the draw, only to be demolished and pulled out by Aomine, who wanted to see what kind of material the captain was reading. 

“Horse & Rider - Prepare for cross-country and bad behaviour boot camp!" 

Aomine was surprised; he was right. Akashi was into S&M, judging by the choice of words in the magazine, regarding “bad behaviour boot camp”. Riding, as well. 

Though it made no sense why the front illustration featured a man riding some horse in the middle of a field, unless of course the magazine was in fact not a porn mag, and instead an innocent thing regarding pony club or whatever the hell Akashi’s hobbies consisted of. It was only then that Aomine remembered the red-head owned a horse. 

"May I ask what you are doing in my bedroom?”

Almost having a heart attack, Aomine quickly spun himself around. The male feared that Akashi would assume he was trying to steal his precious pony magazine or something and kick him out of the basketball club. 

“I was just…Looking for the bathroom.” The light lied, clenching his fists before quickly stuffing the magazine back into the draw.
“I am no fool, Daiki. What do you wish from me?”

The tanned male sighed, finally deciding to pop the question everyone that night had been thinking. “Akashi, why did you invite us here tonight?”

“…My father believes I have no friends.”
“Why didn’t you just lie to him and pretend you had friends round. He’s not home, right?”
“…Lies are bad, Daiki.”