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camillejin · 2 years
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Screenshot redraw of Haikyuu S4 :) Massive comfort characters
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can somebody please!!!! help a brother out and tell me what this says😭😭😭
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EDIT THIS ONE TOO AAAHHH
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keijitastic · 2 years
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nah cause the s1/s2 art style for haikyuu made everyone so fuckin hot like. akaashi and suga were at their absolute finest and while they didn't necessarily become uglier- s4 was just very underwhelming so yeah
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mysterylreader · 2 years
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There’s a Levi in every anime 🧼
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stsganemoia · 2 years
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rewatching s4 and bro tsukishima a better man than me because of hinata showed up to a camp he wasnt invited to when i was i wouldnt call him a stupid stupid stupidhead id beat him up
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mitchmarniesgf · 2 years
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Custom Playlists p1 Tendō Satori, Osamu Miya, Atsumu Miya, and Hinata Shoyo
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Tendō Satori: 
Rät- Penelope Scott     
Washing Machine Heart- Mitski     
all I want is you- Rebzyyx  
Mr. Brightside- The Killers   
Eyes Without A Face- Billy Idol  
 Softcore- The Neighborhood
Paper Planes- M.I.A         
Kiss Me More- Doja Cat ft. SZA  
https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLz7JWCIAg2fVgtLkMxWgUr3JqvjVLJKfv
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Osamu Miya:
Just The Two Of Us- Grover Washington, Jr         
Tennessee Whisky- Chris Stapleton           
 Yellow- Coldplay            
   Amber- 311  
    Life is a Highway- Rascal Flatts, from Disney movie “Cars”      
  Crash and Burn- Thomas Rhett    
   Killer Queen- Queen    
  we fell in love in october- girl in red
https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLz7JWCIAg2fVvWYGPBf6oI0eAsfNu-HNU
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Atsumu Miya:
Space Song- Beach House
Something about you- Eyedress + Dent May
Safe and Sound- Capital Cities
Bohemian Rhapsody- Queen
Notion- The Rare Occasions 
Dark Red- Steve Lacy
Blinding Lights- The Weeknd
Eventually- Tame Impala
https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLz7JWCIAg2fWfhFSAg1hmwB-QZTPzEWCr
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Hinata Shoyo: 
Golden- Harry Styles
You Right- Doja Cat
Fancy Like- Walker Hayes
Runaway Baby- Bruno Mars
wish you were gay- Billie Eilish
Lets Groove- Earth Wind and Fire
Tongue Tied- Grouplove
Aint It Fun- Paramore
https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLz7JWCIAg2fVOPebuqGBkqWZhFpKgPaQX
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Hello!! Its me, Pookie! I just wanna say, The links to the playlists are on my personal YouTube account. I am working on changing my name and profile but it takes a bit, if you see this before I change it. All I ask is that you be respectful! :) Also im sorry if my Osamu playlist wasn't as “Generalized” as the others. I always get mixed feeling from him when it comes to music. I think he listens to country but I felt that it was a stretch. 😭 You'd think being in band for five years I would know peoples music taste, but it was really hard. I literally took most songs from my playlist and put it on Tendo’s. Actually most of these songs are on my playlists. Anyways your probably not reading this right now but if you are, I hope you enjoyed this. This took forever and it was worth it! I will be doing many more parts. Request a character below. 
CURRENT next characters: Suna Rintarou, Oikawa Torū, Tsukishima Kei, Koshi Sugawara 
!! YOU WILL SEE THE SAME SONGS IN DIFFERENT PLAYLISTS IN THE FUTURE!!
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noosayog · 2 years
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[Warm Winter] the warmth that Ushijima Wakatoshi gives you overcomes even the worst of winter
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warning/content: fluff, best friends to lovers, mutual pining
noos's notes: This is for @meloomi 's Four Seasons collab! I wasn't actually going to start writing this until winter was closer, but I'm so happy with how it turned out, I'm just gonna post it now! Enjoy winter Ushi <3
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The thing about you is that you’re always cold. Freezing, even. Your skin is always cool, your body is constantly shivering, and don’t even get started on the lack of ability to feel in your fingers and toes when the temperature dips slightly below sweltering. 
It just so happens that Ushijima Wakatoshi, your best friend, runs hot. His limbs, his fingers, and his face are always warm and welcoming. It’s only natural that when the creaky space heater and crushing weight of your weighted blanket don’t do a sufficient job of warming you up, you build a habit of calling him over to do it instead. And no matter how inconvenient, how loud the blizzard, how icy the roads, he always finds his way to you. So naturally, winter has become your favorite time of year. 
You love calling Wakatoshi over to watch a movie (or a re-run of a volleyball match, if he had his way), you love how he comes over without a complaint of the snowstorm howling outside, you love his red cheeks and windblown hair as he arrives at your front door, you love cuddling into his warm embrace, and most of all, you love a chance to be this close to him and pretend you’re more than friends. 
Tonight, you’re curled up in a heap of blankets as Wakatoshi fixes you a hot cocoa. He had arrived with his usual stoic expression and gently scolded you for your cold hands when you pulled him inside. As you’re finding a suitable holiday movie to act as your background soundtrack to your fantasizing about your best friend, Wakatoshi approaches from behind. You feel him press a warm palm against the side of your neck and hand you a hot mug to warm your hands. 
“How is your whole body, including your neck, freezing all the time?” 
You nuzzle into his palm and smile sheepishly up at him. “Bad circulation?” 
“You should work out with me. It’s good for you.” 
He sits down next to you and despite the urge to lean your entire body into him, you settle for snaking your icy toes beneath his thighs. You wiggle them contentedly. In response, Wakatoshi places a palm on your bare calves where your pajama bottoms have ridden up and rubs soothing circles with his thumb. 
As the movie plays on, you want to get closer, so you pull your feet out from beneath him and rest your head onto his shoulder. He slides his arm under the blanket you have cocooned around yourself and around your back to rest on your bare shoulder. 
“You’re still cold,” he murmurs into your temple. 
You make a sound of agreement. 
“Here,” he says as he maneuvers to lie down on the couch, pulling you with him. Your eyes widen but you allow him to move you. You find yourself lying chest to chest with Wakatoshi, him on his back, one arm under his head; and you flush against his broad chest, legs between his. His other arm guides your head down to rest in the crook of his neck then slides under your shirt to rub those familiar slow circles into your lower back. “This okay?” 
“Mmm,” you would be embarrassed that you’re practically moaning but this is the intimacy you’ve been craving. You let your own arms wrap around his torso and you melt into his embrace.
He lets you doze off on his chest and you vaguely hear him reach for the remote to change to a volleyball match rerun instead. 
“Hey, I was watching that,” you mumble, barely awake. 
“No, you weren’t. Go to sleep.” 
“M’kay.” You are halfway into dreamland before whispering, “Love you, Toshi.” 
You jolt awake some time later. It’s still dark out, but instead of being on the couch, you’re in bed. Next to you, Wakatoshi is sleeping soundly with an arm wound around you. You pry the limb off as gently as you can and sit up, head buried in your hands and praying you dreamed that last part. 
You feel Wakatoshi shift beside you and you look over to see that his eyes are open. 
“What’s wrong?” he asks, sitting up to face you properly. 
“Did you carry me to bed?” 
“Yes.” he nods. 
“Did I… Did I say anything last night before I fell asleep?” 
“Yes,” he’s as stoic as ever, and you can’t read his expression. “You said you loved me.” 
You look away, unable to hold eye contact, scared this could be the end to your warm winter nights with him.
“Did you mean it as friends or is it fair to assume you meant it in the way I’m thinking of?” 
Now, you know your best friend and you know Wakatoshi would never say or do things he didn’t mean. That’s what you loved about him; he was always genuine. And despite what was said last night, he had carried you to bed, tucked you in, and stayed. With a sudden wave of courage, you bring your eyes back to him and say, “I meant it like I love you and want to be with you. I mean it like I want to be yours and you to be mine.” 
He breaks out into a rare, uncharacteristically wide smile and you wonder what you were even scared of in the first place. He leans in to press a sweet kiss to your temple, your body familiar with his low voice often whispered by that same spot. 
He tugs you down and brings the covers back up to tuck you both into place. His arm resumes its position around your body and your head finds its home in his neck. The last thing you think of before you drift back to sleep is the warmth blooming within your chest and spreading to the very tips of your fingers and toes. And tonight, that warmth overwhelms the usual freezing numbness accompanied by every winter night.
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writingbymoonlight · 1 year
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apple orchard
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ft.: timeskip kita x f!reader
word count: ~900 words
a/n: this is my first entry for @kyopmi's the four seasons collab! thank you letting me join mizu :)
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There are several perks to dating the most kind-hearted rice farmer on the planet, Kita Shinsuke.
Perk #1: He loves you unconditionally and he never fails to make it known through gestures every day.
Perk #2: You never have to worry about running out of rice.
Perk #3: All his older neighbors dote on because he’s so respectful, attentive, and well-mannered.
And it is precisely because of perk number three that you and Kita have an entire apple orchard all to yourselves on this crisp autumn afternoon. Kita’s neighbors, an older couple who own said orchard, decided to close it for the day, but they insisted that Kita come by with his “lovely girlfriend” (their words, not yours, which made you all bashful when your boyfriend recounted what they said) and pick as many apples as you wanted.
So here you are now, strolling hand-in-hand with the love of your life through a gorgeous apple orchard while cozily dressed in your favorite oversized sweater. The brisk breeze is stronger than you anticipated, and it tousles your hair, which you had put so much time and effort into fixing earlier that morning. But you know that Kita doesn’t care about whether your hair is all done up or if it looks like a messy bird’s nest. He adores you regardless. 
“Where do you want to start picking, darling?” Kita asks, his calloused thumb rubbing the back of your hand absentmindedly as he glances around at the countless bright red fruits dangling tauntingly from their branches. 
“Hmmm…” you start as you scan the endless rows for a good place to start. Your eyes soon land on a tree that appears to be overflowing with delicious-looking apples. “How about that one over there?” 
Kita readily agrees to your suggestion, letting go of your hand in favor of wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you head over to the desired tree.
Once you stand before the tree, the fruit somehow seems even more tantalizing: all of the apples are a beautiful crimson color and perfectly round.
As your boyfriend’s fingers hover over an apple hanging directly above his head, you place a hand on his shoulder and excitedly ask, “Shin, how about we each choose one apple from this tree and see who picks the sweeter one?” 
A small chuckle escapes from Kita and the corners of his mouth twitch upwards in one of his signature small yet tender smiles. Even though you’ve been together for what feels like forever, there’s something about this particular smile that makes your heart ache because it reminds you of how utterly in love with him you are. 
Despite having been part of his high school’s volleyball club, Kita is not inherently competitive. However, whenever you challenge him to little harmless competitions and games, he finds it extremely endearing, and he can never turn you down. 
“Alright,” he concedes, lifting your hand up to his lips to place a chaste kiss on your knuckles before turning away to examine the apples overhead. 
You roll your eyes at his cheesy gesture (though it admittedly makes you feel slightly flustered) and begin following his example. Strolling around the tree, the green leaves on the ground loudly crunching beneath your feet, you attempt to take note of all the apples to the best of your abilities.
Which one looks the roundest? Is that one sweeter than the one beside it? How juicy is that one over there?
Eventually, you settle upon one that requires you stand on the tips of your toes to reach. You then head over to Kita, who is leaning against the tree trunk, mindlessly wiping the nonexistent smudges off his apple with the sleeve of his red-and-black flannel shirt.
“I present to you, my dear Shinsuke,” you declare dramatically as you wave the apple in front of Kita’s face by its stem, “the sweetest apple I could find.” 
A wide smile graces the silver-haired farmer’s facial features as he accepts your outstretched apple and takes a generous bite out of it. He thoroughly munches the fresh fruit before handing it back to you.
“It’s very sweet.”
You take a giant bite from your apple and are very pleased with how sugary it tastes. Along with the apple, you can also taste victory as you are certain that you’ve beaten your boyfriend in this absolutely meaningless contest.
When Kita hands you his apple, you are reminded just how methodical and how much of a perfectionist the farmer is. You don’t know how he managed to do it, but he seems to have selected the most picturesque and flawless apple you’ve ever seen. You almost feel guilty for taking a bite out of it. However, after a moment’s hesitation, you do so.
Instantly, you know that Kita’s apple is sweeter, and you can’t say that you’re surprised by your boyfriend’s eye for detail. His apple makes yours seem tarter by comparison. 
“Your apple is definitely sweeter than mine,” you remark, graciously accepting defeat as you give the apple back to Kita so he can try it.
Kita takes the apple from you, but instead of confirming your statement, he gently cups your cheek and presses a brief kiss onto your lips that leave you feeling a bit breathless.
He leans his forehead against yours and, as he stares at you with warm chocolatey brown eyes, he whispers, “The apple may be sweet, but you are by far the sweetest thing in this orchard.”
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imafraidoftomorrow · 11 months
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The fandom got me y'all. Stay safe out there 🫡
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kyopmi · 2 years
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                           ⋆┈┈。゚❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
welcome to 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 writing collab!
this collab revolves around spending precious time and reminiscing heartwarming memories with your loved ones throughout the seasons.
                          ⋆┈┈。゚❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
                 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒
                          ⋆┈┈。゚❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
currently accepting entries ! 
entry deadline: 31 december 2022
submission deadline: 31 december 2023
this is a sfw collab ! 
open to all writers and themes EXCEPT nsfw. 
welcome to all fandoms ! 
repeat characters for any season and multiple entries are allowed.
what to submit ? 
your original written piece in any form (fics, drabbles, headcanons, etc.), with a minimum word count of 300 words and no maximum word count. since the theme of this collab is “The Four Seasons”, each piece should center around one or more of the four seasons - spring, summer, autumn and winter! a first meeting scenario, perhaps a lovely date, a fond memory, or even a harrowing break up? the choice is entirely in your hands~
please tag your submission with #[the four seasons collab] and tag me or notify me via ask/dm once you’ve posted it so i can share and add it to the event masterlist.
how to join ? 
send in an ask or dm detailing which character(s), fandom(s), and season(s) you’d like to write for and the blog where it will be posted. optionally, you can also include whether it's an au and/or any content warnings that may apply. if you haven't decided on the details, you can come back and make edits to your entry later.
and last but not least ... 
feel free to send in an ask or dm if you have any further questions or if you have any changes to your entry. 
                          ⋆┈┈。゚❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
                         𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
                          ⋆┈┈。゚❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
【 春 】 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆
“when the spring breeze wraps around me, i realize that you are by my side as the years change” 
[HQ] @chosobaby — miya atsumu
[HQ] @kyopmi​ — sakusa kiyoomi
[HQ] @1812p4n — hirugami sachirou
[HQ] @iinumaki — sakusa kiyoomi
[HQ] @popkorrn — kuroo tetsurou
[TOT] @im-an-angy-alpaca — artem wing
【 夏 】 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑
“just like the summer sun is shining on us, it’s as beautiful as the dazzling summer sea” 
[HQ] @chosobaby — miya atsumu
[GI] @astranne — cyno
[HQ] @ariellogy​ — suna rintarou
[HQ] @kuroosdarling​ — semi eita
[HQ] @kyopmi​ — sakusa kiyoomi
[HQ] @niverine​ — kita shinsuke
[HQ] @noosayog — kageyama tobio
【 秋 】 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐍
“let’s go on a trip together when the autumn leaves fall, anywhere will be fine if it’s with you” 
[HQ] @chosobaby — miya atsumu
[HQ] @1812p4n — yaku morisuke
[HQ] @lumi-does-some-stuff​ — kageyama tobio
[HQ] @kyopmi — sakusa kiyoomi
[HQ] @veraghost — suna rintarou
[HQ] @writingbymoonlight — kita shinsuke
[HQ] @yuutakittie — kita shinsuke
[TR] @taintedsorrcw — haitani rindou
【 冬 】 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑
“it’s just the two of us under the starlight, when the whole world is white on a winter night”
[BSD] @taintedsorrcw — jouno saigiku
[GI] @astranne — kaedehara kazuha
[GI] @niverine​ — diluc ragnvindr
[HQ] @chosobaby — miya atsumu
[HQ] @kyopmi​ — sakusa kiyoomi
[HQ] @meloomi — kita shinsuke
[HQ] @noosayog — ushijima wakatoshi
[HQ] @writingbymoonlight — akaashi keiji
[HQ] @yuutakittie — miya atsumu
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lanabenikosdoormat · 5 months
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my ass on an airplane (again)
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presentfuckingmic · 2 years
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Angst au where Mic travels back in time before Oboro died and has to deal with the knowledge that a) AFO is after Aizawa, b) if he doesn’t get Aizawa, Oboro will probably die and c) no one believes him when he says he’s from the future
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the fucking fnaf jumpscare noise when smth intense happens in haikyuu gets me every single time. im sitting here giggling kicking my feet like a 12 year old girl stimming and then suddenly im just
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thawthebeez · 23 days
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as much as i talk about wanting to delete tiktok i also think it's hilarious to see that particular side of the haikyuu fandom. the amount of people that have consumed the entirety of haikyuu and still don't understand the absolute basics of kageyama and hinata's characters and their relationship dynamic is astonishing.
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veraghost · 2 years
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𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 - 𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔞 𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲
𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢: this is for @meloomi and her four season collab! i had a really hard time writing this but autumn is the prettiest season so i needed to write something. this is purely fluff, i wanted it to be something my suna babies could come back to <3
𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 1.2k
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“October 31st” the calendar read, the day you’ve been waiting for since the trees starting turning shades of orange and red, since the air got just a little cooler.  It’s Suna’s favourite season, his personality shows through specifically on Halloween night - tonight - when he can steal all the good candy from your neighbours and put it into your bucket so that the kids keep coming back every year. Going to clubs and partying, meeting up with the twins, Aran and Kita, enjoying the one day a year where you all hangout before going back to your busy lives.
Looking at your phone, noticing it’s only 11am, and you have no idea how you’ll pass the time before you raid the neighbours and the little kids in the subdivision start trick-or-treating before their bedtimes. Trying to think of something to pass the time, you turn on the TV in your house and throw on a movie while you make breakfast. Deciding on Scream you work on making yourself something to eat, treating yourself to chocolate-chip pancakes. 
You feel a pair of hands wrap around your waist, a chin against your shoulder. Suna’s voice lightly humming against your neck, enjoying the simplicity of your life. He’s in his volleyball hoodie and a pair of matching shorts, looking absolutely beautiful. 
“Good morning, sunshine,” he mumbles against you, rubbing up and down your sides before kissing your cheek and starting to set the table. “You know, I heard that Melissa has those candies you like, maybe I should just steal them for you? I’m she’d understand since she loves that we’re still together after so many years.” He starts, winking at you before turning his head to the TV, throughly enjoying watching the screams of pain during the movie, getting lost in the movie. 
You watch him before getting back to the pancakes, making sure they don’t burn on the pan. He looks so at ease, so peaceful with the sunlight from your thin curtains hitting his face. I can’t believe he’s already thinking about his plans to steal the candies, he just woke up. You think to yourself, but Suna has always been punctual, even with his lazy habits he’s always had a plan for days like this. 
“Hey Rin, I was thinking maybe we could go to the bookstore today? Since it’s that time of the year and I just wanna get out of the house and spend some time with you before we go partying.” You ask him curiously, knowing he usually likes to stay in before partying, getting some much needed calm time with you before the chaos the twins will ensue. “Yeah, we haven’t been out in forever huh? We can eat and then I’ll drive us there if you want?” He answers back, pulling the maple syrup and strawberries out of the fridge before reaching into the pantry and getting the icing sugar. 
The drive to the bookstore is short, but you cherish it nonetheless. Looking at all the books in the store you forgot just how much you missed reading, spending hours in other worlds, reading about peoples lives. You don’t know where Suna wandered off too, probably seeing if he’s made it into any magazines with all the interviews he does after games. 
Walking into the fiction section, you decide on a couple books you’ve been meaning to read before you feel a tap on your shoulder, turning around to see Suna with a coffee in both hands, reaching on out to you. “You got me a coffee? Rin, you didn’t need to pay I could’ve done it myself-” “No, I feel bad I’ve been busy with training and games and everything and I know this isn’t nearly enough of an apology but I hope this’ll be a start.” He explains, forcing the cup into your hand before taking a sip of his own, wrapping his free hand around your waist and listens to you talk about the books you’ve chosen all the way until you get into the car. 
“Now what do we do?” You ask him, you really only wanted to grab a few more books before you spend your free time snuggled into a blanket, reading them until your eyes go buggy. “Wanna go to the café down the street to grab a little snack? Or just go home and we can order in and watch a movie before the twins decide to raid our home for the third? No fourth year in a row?” He answers, turning the key into the ignition and letting the car rumble.
Once you’ve agreed on a plan, he starts driving home while you’re ordering a pizza, even remembering everyones orders so no one will complain when they arrive. Stopping quickly at the liquor store to grab something to pregame with, you choose a variety of different things, knowing your boyfriend has a knack for bartending - a skill you don’t know how he acquired, but you’re not complaining. 
Suna spends at least two hours taking candy from your neighbours, only the best. You remember how last year he asked every kid that came to the house early to find out what candies they liked, so he can keep his title as best house on the block. You even go with him, laughing when he almost gets caught by a couple neighbours, him blowing it off as “I just don’t know how much to put into my bowl this year since the neighbourhood has grown so much,” while his pockets are stuffed with said neighbours candy. When he thinks he’s gotten enough you return back to your house and get ready for your guests to arrive.
By 5:30, the twins have come barging in, using the spare key they found months ago to allow them in whenever, much to Suna’s demise, he swears they search the porch just so they don’t have to knock on the door, just to make him a little more annoyed at them then normal. And just in Miya fashion, they come in bickering about something you don’t even bothering asking about.  
Kita comes in not too long later, you gave him the correct time, always telling the twins a little earlier since they’re never on time. He comes in with more alcohol, along with some snacks when you guys go clubbing later tonight. He always thinks of everything, and you’re thankful that everything you can’t think of he can, making sure all your bases are covered. 
Since Aran lives in the centre part of the city, he meets you a couple hours later once you’ve had a couple drinks back at your house and you are all dressed and ready to go partying. You hit up a multitude of different clubs, even running into a few people Suna played against in high school and during his V1 division career. You’re thankful that Kita doesn’t drink as much as the rest of you do, having a designated driver for the night.
Getting ready for bed, you take of your makeup haphazardly before brushing your teeth and crawling into bed. Cuddling into Suna’s arms, feeling him play in your hair while you draw shapes on his chest, slowly falling asleep into a blissful state, floating away into dreamworld. 
You don’t know how long you were out for, but you hope that the bowl is empty and none of your neighbours come knocking on your door demanding for an explanation for the amount of candy in their bowls while yours empties within hours.
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oriocookie · 1 year
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all my friends do is tell me to consume new media that they know id like
and all i do is say no and cycle through old hyperfixiations
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