FantageDawn

Bokuto Koutarou x Reader //Here comes the bride// Request for enternalpose (https://www.deviantart.com/enternalpose) {..} Bokuto nervously bounced from foot to foot. It was his wedding day, of course the poor guy was anxious. His nails were already bitten down to the quick. He nibbled at their frayed, form edges like a famished mouse. His hands were clammy, his face was rigid with tension, sweat trickled down his suit, he felt really hot and was it just him or were these bow ties too tight? “Quit freaking out,” Kuroo grumbled, hitting the groom on the back of his scalp, to which Bokuto grabbed his head, whining loudly, “You know [Name] would’ve ditched yo

Bokuto Koutarou x Reader //Here comes the bride// Request for enternalpose (https://www.deviantart.com/enternalpose) {..} Bokuto nervously bounced from foot to foot. It was his wedding day, of course the poor guy was anxious. His nails were already bitten down to the quick. He nibbled at their frayed, form edges like a famished mouse. His hands were clammy, his face was rigid with tension, sweat trickled down his suit, he felt really hot and was it just him or were these bow ties too tight? “Quit freaking out,” Kuroo grumbled, hitting the groom on the back of his scalp, to which Bokuto grabbed his head, whining loudly, “You know [Name] would’ve ditched yo

[warning for suggestive scenes and foul language] --- For those who were bored of the quiet countryside, the life and bustle of the city was a pleasant diversion - in more ways than one. The markets of Trost were flooded with its common folk, but you navigated the urban corridors effortlessly, like a cat weaving underfoot. You weren't dressed for show, nor were so sloppy and ragged in appearance that the locals would recognize you as a resident of the underground. There was a great advantage in being seen, but not noticed. Blending in, as ordinary and innocuous as one could be. You smiled discreetly beneath the fabric of your scarf. It was