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Hi ily

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hi cutie patootie pie can i request smth similar to ‘affectionate’ but it’s clingy tadashi after a long day of work ☹️☹️☹️ i wanna baby him and kiss his face ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ i lub u

BLESSING — YAMAGUCHI TADASHI

contents: husband tadashi. gn!reader. he has piercings & tattoos. he’s a little brat but he’s cute so it’s okay.

It’s a real blessing, what you get greeted with every day at approximately six thirteen in the evening.

The door to your apartment rattles gently, followed by a thud and what you think is some form of a whined, muffled curse from where you’re folding laundry on the couch. It swings open a second later, and you look up to the sight of your husband with his arms full—hair tugged half up, sleeves rolled past his forearms, and tie pulled loose and messy around his neck.

You pause in your folding as you watch him kick the door back shut, dropping his papers and bags messily onto the little table by the door. (He picked up takeout again tonight, it looks like, which is double the blessing since you let time get away from you and forgot to get started on dinner this afternoon). Then, once he kicks off his shoes and toes on his slippers, he finally searches for your presence.

“Long day?” you ask through a breathy chuckle, biting the corner of your lip at the cinched brow glare he’s giving you.

“Oh,” and he’s weaving his way from your apartment’s tiny entryway toward you instantly, sweet little pout on his lips as he nearly trips over one of the socks you accidentally dropped out of the basket, “Long is an understatement. You will not believe what happened in the break room today.”

He flops down on the couch, head landing in your lap, and body…

Completely sandwiching and lousing up the clothes you just spent the past thirty minutes folding.

“‘Dashi! I just did all these–”

Your protest falls on deaf ears—and you should’ve known it would, so maybe that's on you—as Tadashi grabs your hand from where it’s still holding the shirt you were in the middle of creasing and manually slides your fingers into the hair by his temple. The edge of your pinky skims past one of the piercings clamped through his ear in the process, and it’s impossible not to notice the light shudder of relaxation he does into you at the action. 

“So I’m minding my own business, making tea for me and Ren—the special kind because you know how her blood sugar gets—and this woman, ugh. Baby, she’s so rude. She made fun of my tea dance! I was just minding my own business waiting on the kettle and she called me dumb!”

You give up on your folding (knowing it’s a hopeless feat now) and drop the shirt in your hand to the cushion beside you in order to give your husband the undivided attention he, apparently, is all but demanding at this moment. Nails lightly scratching at his scalp, you tug the pony tail holder out of his hair to release a bit of his tension.

“Did she say that explicitly?” you counter. Because, whether he admits it or not, your husband can have a tendency to be a bit dramatic. As you slide a hand down his jaw and skim your thumb over the curve of his throat to reach for the tie around his neck, the beat of silence you get is more than enough of an answer.

“Well no, but she pretty much did,” he grumbles; lifts his head as you slide the silk material out from around his neck before flopping it back into your lap. The pout on his lips purses out further. He’s so cute. You want to kiss him. “She–” he pauses, for just a second, as your fingertips skim the skin between his collarbones while you undo the top button of his shirt for him. He swallows, you smile, then that glint in his eyes is back. “She gave me a mean look and said why are you doing that in the most judgemental–I swear, it was like a Tsukki tone! You know what I mean!”

He’s beside himself, and honestly it’s probably one of the most adorable things you’ll ever get to witness, the times that he’s like this. The freckles of his cheeks are backdropped with a faint tint of pink, the same signature flush he always gets when he’s worked up about something. Speckled forearms cross over his chest with a huff, and from where he’s so graciously rolled his sleeves up—probably from getting too hot on the walk home, if you know your husband at all—you can see the ink peeking out from under the white cotton. 

He’s so pretty. You shouldn’t be getting distracted. God, you really wanna kiss him. 

“Sounds awful,” you hum, and no you are not distracted.

“Terrible,” Tadashi agrees, another huff spilling from his pretty, pink, chapstick slick lips. 

He’s tired, you should be polite. Thinking about kissing your husband while he’s ranting about work is probably not the most considerate thing in the world.

“Which is why I need you to kiss me fucking silly so I forget all about it.”

A laugh bubbles out of you before you can stop it, and you’re sure you look just as startled as you sound.

“What?” Bemused, you stare down at Tadashi; who’s already got ring clad fingers reaching up and cupping the back of your neck to drag you down.

“I’m mad, I had a long day. I want you to kiss me and make it not so bad anymore,” and he’s pouting still, except it’s evil now. Because his face is only a few inches away and he’s batting his eyelashes at you in the way he knows makes you weak in the knees (and knows will also guarantee him his way, nine times out of ten; so yes, he’s evil). “I wanna kiss. Gimme one, before our dinner gets cold.”

“I can put it–” in the microwave, you were going to offer, but your husband is impatient, after all. His lips are on yours before you can finish, and he’s humming into your mouth dramatically the second your mouth molds to his. 

He kisses like he’s had a long day, like his little rant wasn’t enough to convince you and he needs you to know he wasn’t really lying. He’s always been a bit needy, clingy, and his affections have always reflected that. But now he grips a hand to your jaw, presses his fingertips in til your lips part so he can deepen the kiss and you can feel the little metal ball press to the roof of your mouth. When you try to pull away, he whines into your mouth in protest as if he’s offended you’d need to breathe.

(As if he also doesn’t suck in a big inhale the second your lips part).

“Dinner,” you giggle against his lips as he tries to tug you back in, turning your head barely so his lips meet your cheek and not your own. “Aren’t you hungry? You said you didn’t want it to be cold.”

Oh the glare he gives you is positively livid. Your theatrical, sweet husband, staring daggers into you for dodging his kiss like he couldn’t possibly be more insulted. You bite back another giggle, scratch your nails into the hairs at the base of his neck. Then suddenly a squeal is jolted out of you as your husband flips you around until you’re laying on your back atop the mess of—previously folded—clothes on the couch beneath you, and he’s trapping you in with his body weight on top of you like an extra precaution. 

“You’re being mean to me too.” Seriously, the pout is just so ridiculously cute. “Is this how you treat your husband after he tells you his poor, poor transgressions? You hate me. You don’t wanna kiss me silly and you hate me.”

“I so hate you,” you give in with a laugh as you roll your eyes. And you indulge his request, and tug him in for another kiss that’s just as sweet as the first. “You’re spoiled.”

“Your fault,” he hums, in the slight breaks he dares give you, a giggle of his own dripping off his saccharine lips and past your own. “You treat me so good, how else am I supposed to act? Kiss me more.”

And it probably is your fault; you listen to his petty rants and sympathize with his spiels after a long work day and give into all of his requests of kiss me, hold me, love me as you undo his tie and slip out his earrings and trace over the ink charting his skin. So maybe, as you giggle into each other’s mouths on your too cramped, wrinkled clothes covered couch while your takeout gets progressively colder and steadily more soggy by the passing minute, you can’t blame anyone but yourself for your husband’s antics.

But that’s okay, and you don’t mind, because honestly?

It really is a blessing.

reblogs appreciated :)

#read pls n i’ll give u a kiss

[tgoshiki]

WOO tgoshiki’s back on my dash I missed this

AHH yea i realized i just??? dipped??? idk what’s wrong w me kgykjgdj

#yiiiiikes jfujkh #anw hi ily #dead mice trashbin #dead bat pups <3

[tgoshiki]

hiii i just want to say i love your theme 🥺💗 i hope you have a nice day!!

ahhh thank u bb!

#i’m answering this so late i’m so sorry #dead mice trashbin

[tgoshiki]

Hi I still think about the one (1) time we interacted and you told about how your haikyuu hiatus went and that you hoped that mine would go well and thank you sm because it's what I always think about when I take things about hq too seriously

oh wow this is so sweet i’m honestly just glad i could help in any way :(( i hope ur doing well luv n taking it easy !

#dead mice trashbin

[tgoshiki]

We did it!

[tgoshiki]

Could I request Wakasa and Haruchiyo? 🛐🛐

[tgoshiki]

— IT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOU . . .

it’s always been you is a collab that centers around rekindling old flames. whether that be in the form of falling back in love with your ex, or running into your old childhood crush after years of not seeing them, the choice is yours. as long as it’s about old flames or getting back together, it’s in line.

— GUIDELINES . . .

this is a haikyuu only collab, so your character must be from there. but gender doesn’t matter, so don’t be scared to write for the ladies either. there is no word count you have to reach or any specific rules on what your entry has to contain (so long as it follows the collab’s theme). this being said, though, nsfw works are allowed. but they must be tagged properly (this goes for all entries, even sfw) and minors are not allowed to interact with them. thank you. and yes, character repeats are allowed!

— DEADLINES . . .

life is crazy, and i get that, so this collab doesn’t have any hard deadline that you need to meet. it’s spring so i understand a lot of us are busy around this time of year. but if you do need a deadline (because i know some people prefer one) then i’d say by august 1st. (roughly three and a half months away).

— ENTRIES . . .

entering is simple! just send an ask to my inbox with the character you will be writing for and i’ll add you to the masterlist below! once you’ve finished your fic, tag me, and then i’ll link it to the masterlist and add a summary and warnings (if any) below it. if you want, you can also add the tag #— it’s always been you collab to your work as well.

so, who’s stealing your heart for the second time around?

— MASTERLIST . . .

@shoyotime . . . kageyama tobio

@closetedotaku01 . . . tsukishima kei

@https-ethereal-gardens . . . shimizu kiyoko

@okkatsudon . . . hirugami sachiro

@luvbub . . . miya atsumu

@lilacveiledsea . . . suna rintarou

@muiiruii . . . kita shinsuke

@eternal-felicity . . . sakusa kiyoomi

@yejiroh . . . kozume kenma

@tetsuphobia . . . kuroo tetsurou

@asahipleaseloveme . . . kuroo tetsurou

@dearest-tobio . . . oikawa tooru

@momochimo . . . iwaizumi hajime

@antihajime . . . matsukawa issei

@ruujiko . . . tendou satori

#im hosting a collab back on my old (? no longer dead???) blog #if any of u would be interested in joining !

[tgoshiki]

no no no ru. omg. that must be soo scarry. omg. i can't even imagine. i hope yoursafe and that everything will be well. my god. don't apologize.

- ur luv bug <3

i am good now!! the first and second storms have officially passed us so i think we r good. i'm back home, my dogs r alr just pretty scared n wont leave my side. but i am good now thank u sweetheart <3

#dead mice trashbin #my luv bug ! ^.^

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i think i’m gonna try to write to distract myself. ah

#ugh sorry i will #stop being a fucking baby now

[tgoshiki]

i hate feeling out of control so much i miss my dogs so bad rn

#this is so frustrating n scary #i hope they’re ok i’m sure they are #i’m just. gosh #gosh gosh ugh

[tgoshiki]

i keep getting the stupid siren alarms on my phone this is so terrible

i don’t like this i hate it

#they keeps pushing the wanting time back making it last longer #ugh

[tgoshiki]

i don’t like this i hate it

#this is so awful #i hate it the sky is so black rn

[tgoshiki]

—𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄

✩pairing: Yuta Okkotsu x Fem!Reader

✩genre: hurt/comfort, smut, angst, dark content.

✩word count: 6.5k

✩warnings: Reader is a newly fallen angel, Yuta is also a fallen angel but fell long before she did. sacrilege, yandere tendencies, abandonment issues, eating and cooking and descriptions of food, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, lots of talk about God and morality and such.

✩author’s note: hellooooo this is my first fic since… december??? asfghj please go easy on me!!! thank you as always to @shadow-ei for beta reading and @tgoshiki !!!

✩inspo is here. title is the same as the song by the wonder years.

✩excerpt: 

There is a comfort in having a routine, a comfort in knowing exactly how the day will go and you like that, you do. But you’re also starting to wonder what it would be like outside of this routine; what it would be like to break past the trees along Yuta’s property. 

No one ever told you that flying and falling feel the same. 

The wind against your back burns; the air that blows into the open wounds on your shoulder blades feels like a reminder; like being Forsaken is still happening. Like it will always be happening. 

Happening, happened.

You think maybe this isn’t so bad. Falling freely. The way wind feels on your back instead of your chest is something strange, but not awful. Not awful until you remember that your hands will never be in the presence of clouds again. Not awful until you remember that now the view of rains and rainbows and sun showers will always be seen from above you instead of underneath.

You wonder what you look like to mortals below you. You hope you look like a shooting star.

Keep reading

#read it oh my gosh read it seriously it’s so so good #i love it so much it’s so :((&2)33&:!:&:&

[tgoshiki]

ahh tate!! i’m literally sending u all the love in the world rn why tf did it take me so long to find you?!

omg i’m just now seeing this SOBS but !!!!!! hi bby omg so glad u found me !!

#hehe ily #dead mice trashbin #dead bat pups <3

[tgoshiki]

whispering sweet nothings

[tgoshiki]

your blog is so aesthetic i love it !! ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ )

ahhh thank uuu sweet anon <3

#dead mice trashbin