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the bet

feat. Kenma

Kenma knows better than to wager any bets with his fans.

But he was feeling incredibly confident while streaming one night- he had yet to lose to any of the bosses. It was rare to see Kenma’s ego to be inflated like this, but given that he was having quite the win streak, no one could blame him.

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He’s jealous.

Such an emotion is rare for Tsukishima, and he hates the feeling of it. The “big green monster” that he often hears from those around him has never plagued him—never made him feel the need to crumble into a hole and wallow in self-pity.

However, when he sees you smile from afar, touching the arm of a man unknown, his skin crawls.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust you—Tsukishima knows good and well the amount of love you harbor for him. Butterfly kisses that spread across his skin after a rough day, warm hands clutching his on a warm summer’s day, and eyes always fixed on his as if he knew all the secrets the universe holds.

He knows of your devotion and he’s assured of it.

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hot things sero hanta does

✸ ft. sero hanta

✸ info + warnings: suggestive

✸ a/n: dedicated to @cellotonins​ who introduced me to sero nation

bakugo version :: izuku version :: todoroki version

✸ pulls you close to him by your belt loops.

instead of drawing you in by your hand or arm, sero opts for a more unconventional approach. when you aren’t paying attention to where you’re walking and your gaze is elsewhere, he reels you back in by pulling on the sliver of denim that sits just below the small of your back. during moments when he wants you within his reach but you’re being stubborn or moving too slow for his liking, hanta takes matter into his own hands, hooking his fingers in the loops of your jeans and giving them a tug so you’re forced to stumble into him. pout all you want at his less than gentle methods; all he’s going to do is kiss it away with a deep chuckle.

✸ manspreads while he’s waiting for you on the couch.

it’s a natural habit of his to sit so comfortably, long legs spread wide and utilizing all of the space available. a hand leisurely rests on the back of his head while the other is busy aimlessly scrolling through apps on his phone. you always take a moment to admire him—the way he rolls his neck to keep it from cramping and the breaths of quiet laughter that slip past his lips. you stare for a while before a shift in your footing and creaky floorboards give you away. he looks up at the disruption, easily tossing his phone aside upon catching you. he wastes no time tapping his thigh with one hand and curling his index and middle fingers on the other, beckoning you to come fill the empty spot between his legs that he’s been saving for you.

✸ leans down and taps his ear when he can’t hear you.

in large crowds where loud voices blend into a cacophony of noise and drown out your words, sero wants to be sure he can hear you and that you know he’s making an effort to listen. instead of asking you to speak up, he spares you the unnecessary shouting by bending at his hips so his ear is level with you mouth, tapping his pinna to silently signal his difficulty hearing. you catch on quickly, cupping his ear before continuing your sentence. while he’s able to hear you much better, he finds himself distracted by your breath and how the streams of air tickle his ear. when you look at him in search of a response to your words, he grins and sheepishly asks that you repeat yourself.

✸ keeps a toothpick between his teeth.

he always has at least one tiny wooden pick stashed away in his pocket or tucked behind his ear for safe keeping. he never goes too long without taking one out, effortlessly twirling it between his fingers before sticking it between his rows of pearly whites. he goes on about his day, taking part in all his normal activities as he mindlessly bites down on the short skewer, causing it to bob up and down. whenever he feels your eyes on him, silently taking in the sight, he huffs out a laugh. why not give you a show? he meets your gaze before rolling the pick around with his tongue, all while his lips are pulled upwards into a knowing smile.

✸ always rolls up his sleeves so you can see his arms.

each time he throws on a hoodie or a sweater, the sleeves meant to conceal his arms are almost immediately shoved up past his elbows. it gives you a better look at the minimalist jewelry he wears on his wrists and a partial one at the tattoos peeking out from beneath his shirt. even when he’s wearing short sleeves he’ll still push the fabric up to his shoulders, deliberately displaying the intricate lines of ink that wrap around and swirl up each of his arms. the content of his tattoo sleeves vary in design and color—peonies on one arm and koi fish on the other. he can’t stop himself from smirking when your eyes shift from his in favor of staring at the toned muscles of his arms instead.

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late night rendezvous

pairing — haitani rindou x reader

summary — rindou wakes up to find you, his pregnant wife, gone

note — i love the idea of ran and rindou’s wife being best friends. rindou would absolutely hate it. likes and reblogs are always appreciated

Sleepily reaching across the bed, Rindou awoke in confusion as he was met with nothing but cold bed sheets. Glancing around the room, it was clear that you were nowhere in sight, leaving your husband perplexed in regard to where you could be at one in the morning. The house was too quiet, uncharacteristic of how it would usually be if you were actually home, especially in your condition at six months pregnant.

Hastily throwing aside the blanket and covers, Rindou hurried downstairs in the hopes of possibly finding you in the kitchen or living room, all while trying to convince himself that everything would be fine. When you were still nowhere to be seen, Rindou was certain that one step away from a panic attack when the sound of the front door and your voice immediately refocused his attention. He was about to hurry over and question you for making him worry when another voice spoke up, causing Rindou to freeze as he listened to your conversation.

“Ran,” you addressed worryingly. “We can’t keep doing this.”

“Oh really?” his brother replied in amusement, and Rindou could practically see the smirk on his older brother’s face. “That’s not what you said last night. Or last week. Or even the week before that.”

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#its so cuuuteee!!!! #rindou my beloved <3 #ran my darling <3 #tokyo revengers

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it’s kinda adorable — the way kenma wakes you up if he ever wakes up earlier than you (a rarity, one in a million chance). he’d choose one of two tactics. he’d either lay flat on top, putting all his weight on you, his chin resting atop your chest. he’d lay there for however long it takes you to wake up from him literally squishing you. or he’d squat beside the bed or straddle you, with a cute little frown on his face and lips in a pout. he’d repeatedly poke you cheeks and whisper to you (over time, the whispers turn to whisper-yells, and it is incredibly hilarious and cute) to wake up. he might mumble a bit about how adorable you look too. once you show signs of waking up, he’d leave quick peck on your cheek and look at you with the absolute cutest face. sometimes, you’d pretend to be asleep just to see that look on his face, but don’t tease him too much about that after. we don’t want a grumpy ken-ken, do we now? <3

#i love him <3

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Tommy x Lizzie — PEAKY BLINDERS S05E03

#LET ME TELL YALL ABOUT RAN- #<- your tags???? #i had to relearn how to breathe real quick wtf #i need to rest

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TOKYO REV BOYS COMING HOME TO YOU AFTER A LONG DAY

— feat. draken, mikey, baji, chifuyu + hanma.

— warnings: use of more female leaning petnames but just some fluffy soft boys and questionable characterisation, please go easy on me :( 

a/n: first post of headcanons that im kind of super nervous for ngl, please bare with me with characterisation hhhh. 

જ DRAKEN he’d returned home after a long day at the shop, muscles sore from working but you notice that he still has such a soft expression on his face when his eyes lock with your own in the doorway. “welcome home, ken.” your voice has a familiar warmth blooming in his chest as his arms immediately wrap around your waist, pulling you close to him while allowing himself to melt into your embrace, squeezing you and lifting you up slightly just so he can hear you giggle before wriggling in his hold. “glad to be home, princess.” his tone is smooth, but you can almost hear the exhaustion in his words, pulling away slightly to narrow your eyes up at him- earning you a scoff from the blonde as he pats your head “im fine.” draken breathes, tightening his hold on your waist before shooting you a brighter kind of smile and throwing you over his shoulder “but i just need this for a little longer.” and when you hear him chuckle at your surprised shriek, you know its to reassure you that aslong as he has you to come home to, he always will be. 

જ MIKEY you hadn’t heard him come home, jolting slightly from your place on the couch when you see his figure in the doorway, head hanging low and hair tousled while it hangs over his eyes. “long day?” you ask, earning only a tired groan in reply before the man finally approaches you and almost flops down into the place next to you with a sigh. he looks a little distant, eyes focused on the coffee table infront of him but you note that his palm is still warm when it rests against your thigh. “ill take that as a yes.” you hear mikey breathe deep at your words, and you soften because you’ve known him long enough to know hes smiling before you finally reach for him, guiding him to rest against your body as he shuffles closer to you- allowing himself to melt into your embrace as you smooth your hands through his hair, knowing that it will only be a few minutes before he’s sleeping softly because its only with you he truly feels safe.

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#baji 😭 #clingy mikey: 10/10 love that #tokyo revengers

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thinkin about how rindou puts his glasses on ur head before he leaves to go fight. ur job is to just sit there all pretty and watch ur boyfie’s glasses while he goes and fucks around w ran for like an hour. he pinches ur nose if u put them on ur face properly and smiles (not that u can rlly see his smile . he’s like legally blind rindou r u ok) makes him real happy when he comes back to u and u put them back on his face w a lil kiss on his nose (not in front of the others tho please!!!!!! especially not in front of ran omg) pinches ur waist when u do that and then pouts at u to help patch him up. and yes the antiseptic makes him tear up when u clean his busted lip (he’s a little baby i’m telling u) and he’ll tell u that ur kisses will fix him (please kiss him he’s asking u nicely just one little ktih) and yes he’ll get even more upset if u don’t give him a lil kiss so please give him a smooch!!!!!!

#your honor please #it makes me ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ #haitani rindou #tokyo revengers

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bakugou katsuki is six when he pushes his mother away from him for the first time, a loud “EW!” escaping his lips once she’d kissed his cheek goodnight.

“‘ew’?” mitsuki’s eyes narrow at him, tucked comfortably in his little bed with All Might themed blankets. he pouts, furiously wiping at the spot where her lips had pressed against his skin.

“don’t kiss me, it’s gross,” he tells her, sticking his tongue out to hammer in his point. she scoffs and deliberately leans down to press a much wetter one to the same cheek. he makes an indignant noise, pushing her away again with a small hand that pops tiny sparks at her. “stop that!”

“one day you’ll miss your mother’s kisses, brat,” mitsuki tells him, ruffling his hair as she pulls away and leans over to flick off the lamp near his bed. it encases them in darkness lit only slightly by the full moon peering through his bedroom window. “then we’ll see what’s so gross about them.”

“like hell!” he exclaims in return, getting a wallop on the top of his head as his mother chides him for his language. he clutches at his head, his pout deepening. “go away already!”

mitsuki rolls her eyes, retreating to the hallway so she can head to her own bed for the night. she wishes him goodnight, then closes his door, leaving a frowning katsuki in the dark.

bakugou katsuki is eleven when a random girl in his class tries to hug him.

“get the hell off of me!” he spits out in that pre-pubescent voice of his as he shoves her away. she stumbles and trips, landing in a heap on the floor of the classroom they’re in. her big eyes look up at his scowling form, his arms crossed haughtily over his chest.

“but katsuki,” she pouts at him, “it’s valentine’s day! i just wanted to give you a hug!”

“don’t fucking touch me again, extra,” he practically growls out, then stalks away. his friends follow after him, snickering behind their palms as the girl frowns on the ground, nearly reduced to tears.

bakugou katsuki is sixteen when one of his classmates at U.A. slings an arm around his shoulder nonchalantly during lunch.

“piss off,” he snarls as he shoves the arm away, irritated that his meal had been interrupted. kaminari raises his hands in a nonthreatening manner, attempting to soothe the angry force that is the ash-blond.

“whoa there kacchan, no need to get your panties in a twist.” he grins, sliding away from katsuki slightly when a vicious glare is aimed his way.

“oooh, kaminari, haven’t you heard?” ashido leans in closer to whisper in a not-so-quiet voice. “the beast doesn’t like being touched. careful, or he’ll bite your arm off.” at this, katsuki shoots them a heated glare, and they let out playful little yelps, clutching onto each other dramatically.

“lighten up bakubro,” kirishima says cheerfully as he slaps a hand onto katsuki’s shoulder. “they’re just messing with ya!”

katsuki sends another glare at the redhead, practically stabbing his chopsticks into the piece of katsu in his bowl, but ultimately says nothing else as he shrugs the hand off his shoulder.

bakugou katsuki is twenty-two when you tap him on his upper arm for the first time, trying to catch his attention.

“what,” he grunts, already irritated since he had to wake up at ass o’clock in the morning for a patrol.

“uh, dynamight sir, i’ve got your new gauntlets here ready,” you tell him as you hold up said items. they’re slimmer, he notices approvingly, taking one in his hands to inspect the gleaming metal. he’d damaged his old ones in battle not too long ago and had to get the support team of his agency to remodel some new ones.

“they have a new latching mechanism,” you explain as you point out a funky piece of metal near the top that would go around his forearm. he eyes it, already trying to mentally figure out how it works. “i’ll need to show you how to properly adjust it—it’s a bit tricky.”

there’s a moment where he just wants to tell you to leave it—that he’ll figure it out later. but you’re already fiddling around with the gauntlet you’re still holding onto, unlatching a piece of metal swiftly and holding it out to him with an expectant look on your face.

he stares at you, eyes tracing the contours of your cheeks for a few seconds, then huffs out his nose and sticks his arm out. you’re quick with getting the device around his forearm, explaining to him what to do as he listens on and tries to ignore the soft touches of your fingers on his skin.

bakugou katsuki is twenty-three when he realizes he subconsciously craves your presence, your touch.

fleeting brushes of skin on skin when you pass by him in his agency, patting him on the shoulder. your hands wrapping around his arm when you want to pull him down to the support lab to test new items. your fingers threading through his hair when you see it all mussed up from a battle, a small smile on your face.

he realizes, as he stiffly stands one day in your tight hold, that he doesn’t quite know how to reciprocate affection. his hands hang awkwardly at his sides and he swallows thickly when you pull away and peer up at him, checking him for any injuries.

“you okay?” you whisper to him, and fuck that look in your eyes makes him want to do so many things. but he doesn’t know how.

he knows that he wasn’t the most affectionate when he was younger. he’d scoffed in the face of any sort of intimacy, his pride making him feel above that sort of thing. that just wasn’t his personality. that’s not who he was, simple as that. or at least, that’s what he’d thought.

“m’okay,” he finds himself mumbling, the urge to bury his head into your hair so overwhelmingly strong. but something holds him back. something stops him from taking that extra step. and he wishes he knew why he’s like this, why he’s so hardened to simple affections like this. why he can’t give you what you deserve.

but he can change. he knows he can.

bakugou katsuki is twenty-four when he finally learns to hug back, just for you.

he learns to wrap his arms around your waist, tugging you closer to him so that your bodies can practically meld together. he learns how to tuck his head down into the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of your perfume as though it was ambrosia. he learns to gently bump his forehead against yours to make you giggle and hold onto him tighter.

all of this and more, katsuki learns so he can get you to smile that soft smile you seem to reserve only for him. he’s become addicted, now that he’s gotten his first taste, and his life has changed for the better as a result.

so when you press a wet kiss to his cheek one day when he gets home from a particularly grueling mission, he finds himself leaning down into your touch instead of pushing you away, a content smile on his face.

#literally the cutest thing ive read today #love the growth for the fave blasty boy #mha

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pets

#haikyuu

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"SAY IT WITH YOUR HANDS" for A Series of "I Love You's"

Pairing: Tsukishima x Fem!Reader

Rating/Warnings: T for Teen, this is SOFT BOY HOURS

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: Some things feel impossible to say aloud, at first. Good thing words aren't always needed.

Note: Fluff. God, nothing gets me more than soft Tsukki.

You hadn’t known what to expect when you and Tsukishima first started dating. He had asked you out so casually, without preamble or pretense. Just a short question, in between your college lectures, in between the spaces of friendship and the careful beginnings of something more. Part of you had half expected to wake up the next morning and realize you had dreamt it all. (The other part of you thought he had been teasing you in some cruel way. You had almost tripped on thin air when you realized he was being serious.)

In a lot of ways, it’s easy, because nothing has changed. He still competes with you for the higher grade, still has a parry ready for any of your smartass remarks. He still taps you on the forehead with his pencil when you start zoning out. He still walks you to your dorm room after classes.

In a lot of ways, you feel at a loss, because everything has changed. Of course it has. Because now he punctuates every quick comeback with a peck on your forehead. Now, he pulls you in by the loops of your pants, kissing you goodbye, with you shoulder blades pressed against your room door. Now, every moment is full of new meaning (a hand brushing your lower back, a glance that softens from across the room), and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t in slight disbelief sometimes.

It felt like he was in slight disbelief sometimes. You’re as surprised about receiving his affections as he seems to be giving them. Like he’s shocked to have tenderness pulled out of him like this, like it happens against all his better judgements. You happened, against all his better judgements.

And he wants to be good for you. He doesn’t say it, and you don’t mention it either, but you can tell. He’s more careful now. There are times you can see him struggle for the words, for the right action. And you want to be good for him, too. So you never push.

Even though there are times you really, really want to. Like now, kneeling on Tsukishima’s dorm room bed, waiting for you boyfriend –Your boyfriend. When will you get used to that?— to meet your eyes.

“Okay, what’s been going on? I feel like you’ve been off all week.”

The blond’s eyes flicker up from his phone, the glint of his glasses concealing and reflecting. “Nothing’s been going on.”

You narrow your eyes. “Your words say ‘nothing,’ but your tone and behaviour say ‘something.’”

Tsukishima’s lips press together. You used to think, in the early days of knowing him, it meant his displeasure, but now you know it means he’s trying not to smile. “I feel like you haven’t said a word to me in like, a week,” you say.

His brows raise, just a touch. “We were on the phone for an hour last night.”

“Not the point, mister.”

The corners of his mouth twitch, despite his flat voice. “It’s nothing.”

“So there is something,” you exclaim, pointing a finger at him.

He rolls his eyes, but the hidden beginnings of his smile break through. “I just said it was nothing.” He places his phone down, patting the slice of space beside him. “Are you going to come pick a movie, or what?”

You gnaw your lip, eyes roving over his face. “Is it me?” You ask, instead of moving. “Did I make you mad?”

A brief flit of confusion and then a line between his brows. “No,” he says. And then, “Of course not. Why would you think that?”

You stare at him, the keen lines of his beauty, his face that is somehow simultaneously so familiar and so impossible to read. It’s a strange thing, to be so comforted by him and so hesitant of him in the same breath. You thought being friends first would make everything simple, but a relationship has sharpened certain emotions. Made you sensitive and intuitive to things you might have previously shrugged off.

Slowly, you lay yourself down next to him, hands stuffing into the pockets of your sweater. You’re immediately shuffled around, Tsukishima’s large hands grabbing onto you, tucking you underneath his chin in a loose spoon. His fingers slip beneath your top, tracing delicate circles over your skin. “I’m warning you now,” you say, instead of answering his question. “I’m choosing a romance.” His laptop is half-hidden under his bed and you bend over and grab it, his hand slipping from your body.

“Of course you are.” Tsukishima’s voice is on the edge of amused, though a line still sits between his brows. He waits until you’ve clicked on a regency drama before placing his hand back on you. A soft pull of violin and piano burrs from the laptop speakers, and he blindly watches the camera pan over fogged greenery. You curl into yourself a little more, getting comfortable in his arms. “What is with you and period pieces?” He asks. He can feel your starry eyes taking in the movie without even seeing them.

“I’m sensing you’re about to tease me, and I reject it in advance.”

Tsukishima smirks into your hair. “I’m just saying this is the third time you’ve watched this with me.”

“It must be because I like pretentious people.” You reach behind to pat him on the arm. “That’s why I’m with y—ow!” You give a laughing little yelp when he pinches your waist. He smooths it over with delicate touches immediately after.

A few minutes pass as you both settle into the familiar patterns of the movie. You try to let the thought of his strange, distant behaviour from the past week slide. It’s true, there have still been long phone conversations and moments of new wondering sweetness. But you know him, and know him well. You can tell when his mind is preoccupied or distant, when he withdraws from you. You can see when his eyes linger on you, face indiscernible. And despite being in his arms now, with the easy banter between the two of you, you can just feel something’s up. There’s something he’s not saying, something he’s hiding. You know it. You can’t be this close with someone and not know it.

“Hey,” he says, squeezing you slightly. “Why would you think I was mad?”

“I dunno,” you say. You can see the barest traces of his expression reflected off the screen of his laptop, just his eyes, concerned, looking at you.

He tsks, reaching over you to tap the lower volume button.

“Hey,” you protest playfully, “it’s my favourite part.”

“It’s literally the beginning sequence. Nothing’s even happened yet—”

“Shhh, they’re about to meet.”

You’re avoiding his question. Tsukishima sighs but acquiesces, turning the volume up again. He can hear the whisper of you mouthing the lines of dialogue along with the actors and it makes him smile in earnest, from behind you. “You’re a dork,” he mumbles, affectionate.

“I might be a dork, but you’re a dork-lover, so whatever Kei.” Your words are casual, distracted as you watch the movie. You’re only half-aware of what you’re even saying. Despite this, Tsukishima tenses behind you. You almost don’t catch it, the shift in his body language. You almost let it go. But then you hear him huff and he turns away from you to lie on his back.

You hesitate, and then click pause.

Rolling over, you see Tsukishima with a hand rubbing at his eyes, glasses perched on his chest. He's frowning, frustrated and annoyed. Your brows pull together at his expression, his sudden change in mood.

“What’s up?” you ask, voice tentative. Tsukishima slings his arm over his eyes like a light is blinding him.

“Nothing. It’s fine.”

“Okay,” you sigh, sitting yourself up. That only seems to frustrate him further, which in turn frustrates you. You hate not being able to read him. “This is why I thought you were mad at me. You’ve been all over the place, Kei. One second you’re sweet, the next you’re clamming up. What’s going on?”

He lifts his arm from his face just enough to peer at you. “You think I’m mad right now?” It’s a genuine question that forces a baffled laugh from you.

“Uh, yeah? Or annoyed.”

“I’m not annoyed,” he says, annoyed. You can’t tell if it’s directed at you or not. He sees your reaction and covers his eyes again, like he has a headache.

You’re skeptical. “Really?”

His voice is a mumble. “Am I that difficult to read?”

“Are you kidding me?” You give another little helpless laugh. “You’re being damn near impossible right now.” Your voice is equal parts exasperated and amused.

He drops his arm completely to his side, but before you can catch his eyes, he looks away. You watch his jaw flex as he grinds his teeth, his fingers absently grabbing at his shirt to wipe at his glasses. You give him a minute. You give him two. He doesn’t say anything, seems to be struggling for words which is so unlike him. You’ve only ever known Tsukishima to be quick-minded, always ready with the last word. He flickers his eyes to your face only to see that your gaze is already trained on him. He blinks, arrested by you, caught in you regarding him. His lips part, as if to speak.

Then he looks away again. You almost groan in frustration at his refusal to communicate but then you see it –the rare splotches of pink on the top of his cheekbones. He’s blushing. His hands are fidgeting, looking for something to do. He’s being shy, you think, in incredulous realization. He’s gone shy, looking at you. You stare at him with the beginnings of wonderment. You give him a slow smile.

“Shut up,” he murmurs. He’s struggling to look at you for more than a few seconds at a time. The tips of his ears are going red. Your frustration leaves you. Somewhere in your heart, you are beginning to understand.

“I didn’t say anything,” you counter softly. The more flustered he gets the wider your smile grows. “What’s wrong, Kei?” you ask. He shakes his head slightly, biting his bottom lip as though to keep words from spilling out.

“Nothing’s wrong.” He’s trying to be resolute.

Your brows flick up gently. “You’re really going to make me dig this hard every time you’re scared to say something?”

“No,” he says immediately and then frowns. “Maybe.”

You almost laugh. “God, you’re a baby sometimes.”

He lets out a breath through his nose. “I’m bad at this.” It’s hard for him to admit.

You’re gently amused. “Apparently. Who would’ve thought? Mr. Cool Calm and Collected, brough low by a measly girl.”

Tsukishima snorts, rolling his eyes, blush deepening. You think he’s about to tease you back, but when he looks to you again, you’re stricken by his solemnity. “But you’re not, are you?”

You tilt your head. “Not what?”

He gives you a tilted smile. “Just any girl, I mean.”

It’s your turn to grow flustered, but you refuse to let him distract you. “Oh, you’ve got lines, do you?”

He shrugs slightly. “I’ve got to have some, after all the romances you force me to watch.”

“You know, sometimes I think you should be a regency romance hero.”

“Oh?” He’s dry. “I’m flattered.”

You match his tone. “Because you absolutely refuse to be straightforward about your feelings.”

He goes quiet again, which ten minutes ago you would’ve thought was irritation but now you know to be shyness. He really does belong in Victorian England, you think to yourself, fighting a smile for your boyfriend’s sake. You can almost picture him as a surly bachelor, in a waistcoat and cravat, always with the clever quip –until it’s time for some honest emotion, that is. Those have always been your favourite characters, though, you admit to yourself. And the scenes where they say everything but what they mean to are the scenes you always look forward to the most.

You purse your lips together and take one of his hands. Despite himself, Tsukishima laces his fingers with yours instantly. “You know why I actually like regency romances so much?”

The blond raises a brow at your tangent. “Why’s that?” he asks, wary.

You give him a patient smile. “All the best scenes, when they’re trying to say something important or romantic? And they don’t have the words?” You squeeze his fingers. “They camera always zoom close to their hands, like their gestures explain everything they’re feeling. Everything they can’t say aloud, they say it with their hands.”

You watch his expression go from unimpressed, to wry, to hesitant. You bat your eyes expectantly, unlacing your hands to flip your palm up, resting it on his abdomen. His fingers circle around your wrist, keeping you close. “I see,” he says, trying to be indifferent.

You squint at him, unrelenting. “So, are you mad at me?” you ask again, with purpose.

Tsukishima sighs at the question, but you tap your knuckles against him, insistent. He shakes his head slightly, like he can’t believe himself, and then with his free hand, draws two letters from the English alphabet into your waiting palm. N-O.

“Okay,” you nod, thinking. “Are you upset about something?”

His mouth twists down. His index finger presses into you firmly. N-O.

Your brows furrow. You look at him, trying to discern his expression. “Are you scared?”

A pause. When he draws on you again, it’s slow and light. Y-E-S. His face is red again.

“Why are you scared?” you murmur.

Tsukishima shakes his head. “That’s too many letters.”

“Okay, fine.” You turn thoughtful. You think of how strange he’s been acting the past little while, his new shyness. You look at him now and see the flicker of openness in his face, just a moment of it. Moment enough for another piece of understanding to enter you. “Is it something to do with me?” You’re nervous, suddenly.

Tsukishima moves his finger. Y-E-S.

You fumble with your words for a moment, but you have to ask, “Is it…do you regret that we, uh…do you not want to—”

Tsukishima squeezes your wrist lightly, silencing you. When you look at him, he eyes are firm. “I could never regret anything between us,” he says. He’s so serious he’s stern. “Okay? So don’t even let your mind go there.” The look of relief in you softens him. He squeezes your wrist again. “And…” He breaks off, cursing lightly. “I’m sorry I’m shit at talking about my feelings sometimes. I don’t want you to think I’m mad at you, or hurt. I’m…I’m not mad. Not even close.”

Your words are quiet. “Then what is it, Kei?”

His eyes shutter again. You see his instincts kicking in, his long-standing habit of hiding his feelings beneath a veneer of indifference. You know it well, and for a moment you think you’re about to resign yourself to those habits of his. Some things just needed more time, you suppose. But then he sees your imploring eyes, your sweetly parted lips. You care so much and he hates, hates that he can’t say some things easily to you. But he needs to make you understand that it’s not because he cares less, not at all. The complete opposite in fact. It’s because he cares so much more than he wants to let on.

The thing –this feeling—that he’s been grappling with for the past while (longer than he would ever care to admit) comes rushing in, a force he never thought he would feel, not like this. To his own surprise, he’s trembling, just a little. Little enough to hide. He lets you see it though, his nerves, as he moves to sit up, glasses thumping onto his mattress. He grabs your hand again in both of his, gentle as can be. You grow still as he raises your hand to his lips, pressing featherlight kisses onto the tips of your fingers. Your eyes are wide. He always shocks you with affection when you least expect it.

And then, with ceremony, he brings your hand down to his lap and turns it palm-side up. His breathing is shallow, you can hear it. His eyes are trained on your fate lines. You feel your heart knocking against your chest so hard you’re sure Tsukishima can pick up on it. He brushes his fingers over your palm so faintly you break out into goosebumps. You catch his faint smile at this. And then, slowly so that you don’t miss a single letter, he begins to draw on your skin.

It’s three words, eight letters. You close your eyes to try to stave off tears but that only makes them fall. Tsukishima takes a long while to look up at you again, but when he does, he’s a completely open book, no pretense, no metaphor, no armour. He looks younger, vulnerable. He looks helpless, almost, at the feeling that’s taken hold of him now.

You close your hand slowly into a fist, like his words are somehow a physical thing and you can hold onto them and keep them close. He’s written his heart into the palm of your hand. You want to protect his heart, forever.

Slowly, you reach down for one of his nervous hands and you bring it into your lap. Tsukishima closes his eyes when you start to trace letters onto his electric skin, like he wants to remember the feel of them. When you’re done, he pulls you into a kiss that melts the afternoon into the evening, and then into the night.

I L-O-V-E Y-O-U T-O-O.

#i typed tsukishima fluff into the search bar but wtffff #i forgot fluff can also make you cry goddamnit #him so soft!!! #haikyuu

[babyboke]

...can i do another very self-indulgent thing with haikyuu boys or is that too much?

#i am very much having thoughts and emotions and i desperately want to make it somebody else's problem #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu

[babyboke]

beautiful mess | aone takanobu

 —in which aone will always love you, even if you are a beautiful mess

↳ pairing: aone takanobu x gender neutral! reader

↳ genre: fluff | angst | comfort | established relationship au | sfw | rated 13

↳ word count: 2.7k+ (can we even count this as a drabble anymore idk AHSHSH)

↳ warnings: insecurities of abandonment | insecurities of being unable to be loved 

↳ love letter: this is a request for @wow-life-love4​ !! omg i’m so sorry this ttok so long, especially since you requested this at a time where you were feeling down :(( i hope you’re feeling better these days don’t forget to take care of yourself and i’m so sorry for the delat!! but let me know what you think of this fic!! reblogs are greatly appreciated :))

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Aone Takanobu was never really good when it came to interacting with people.

They’d always find him intimidating— his tall stature that’d loom over them coupled with the naturally relaxed features that made him look as if he had a bone to pick with anyone who would come even a few feet near him didn’t seem to help his cause.

Especially because Aone was more introverted than the average human. He kept to himself most of the time, only ever speaking comfortably (but even that was a stretch) when he was amongst his peers. When talking to strangers, he’d limit himself to polite nods and bows, small grunts of acknowledgment as means of communication, so it was only natural for many to feel awkward and wary around him. 

But that didn’t mean that Aone didn’t try. 

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#the big softie #we love him #haikyuu

[babyboke]

Ok ok ok so theres a soulmate prompts and it's the most important thing your soulmate says to you is written on you and like i think it would be a great prompt for either Kyoutani or Ushijima and it be something along the lines of I love you something that people hear everyday but would mean so much more than just "I love you" coming from them

Okay, ngl, I was struggling a bit with this one. Motivation really said nope. But! Then, something happened today, and this ended up a little longer than I wanted it to. But! It is so good. So here, my lovely little anon, have my heart and soul

Thank you for sending in a request to the event my dear

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The idea of having a soulmate was sweet in and of itself; actually having a soulmate was a different story of whether you could actually find them. Because in a world so big and full of people, the chance of finding them was getting so rare that it was more surprising to see a pair of soulmates than it was to see a regular couple who had chosen to be together.

It didn’t help that you only had a phrase on your wrist to go by. “That sentence will be the most important thing your soulmate will say to you,” your 6th grade teacher mused with stars in her eyes, “and your soulmate is someone who you will feel the most connected to, things will feel right, like everything has fallen into place.” At the time, you were infatuated with soulmates (maybe because they held the love that you lacked), but you’d grown to realise how small of a chance you had to find your soulmate.

I love you.

Of course you couldn’t have something normal, something easy to recognise. Now you had to second guess every single time someone told you they loved you, whether you’d felt some sort of special connection or whether it was just a friendly remark. Life was ever confusing.

You settled on the idea you had no hope to find your soulmate, that you’d have to create your own special connection with someone - that made you content - because special connections can be made with time and care.

That was why you’d loved you’d met Kyoutani Kentarou - maybe it was a bad thing that you two fueled each other’s flames but who was to stop you? No one, that would be the first problem. You’d met at a volleyball camp for young kids, your brother wanted to go so your mom made you go with him; it was like you locked eyes and were instantly drawn to each other.

As much as neither of you liked to admit it, no one could make you happier than the other. He was the spark in your step, the flame in your heart, the roar you needed to fight back. You were his calm, an ocean in a world surrounded by destruction, the bite he needed to pull back. That wasn’t to say you weren’t just as chaotic - if not more - than he was. Sure, he'd be the one to start fights, but you preferred to finish them. To push buttons beyond relief.

Neither of you had exceptional social skills, but who needs social skills when you already found the person who compliments you so well.

He may not have been the reason you played volleyball initially, but he was the reason you stayed. And, like Kyoutani, if you’re going to put your energy into something, you put 100% of your effort into it. The same way you’d put 100% into your relationship with him.

Kyoutani started your adventures together and you tagged along. When he joined Aoba Johsai, you were hot on his tail. He joined the boys VBC team, and you joined the girls. It meant you spent a little less time together, but when you were together you had so much to talk about.

So maybe things started to go wrong when you started getting closer to your team and he was at an impasse. More temperamental and on edge than ever before. And that shitty captain of his didn’t help much either, but you helped where you could - even when it didn’t seem to go anywhere.

And when he was kicked out of his club, you followed suit once again, quitting yours until he got a chance to join again. Even when you were suffering, it couldn’t have equated to what he was feeling, so you dealt with it.

“Why did you do it?” He asked, glaring off into the distance after school. You didn't know why you were waiting around, but he said he had something to do, so you joined him.

“What?” You quirked a brow up at him.

“Quit your club.” He elaborated and you shrugged.

“Where you go, I go, no matter what, Kenta.” You looked away before you could see the emotions on his face shift from his typical glare to something more. Something light and filled with adoration and confusion all at one. His hand unconsciously went to his shoulder, where the words of his soulmate lay. You weren’t even paying attention. He could have sworn his heart fluttered in that moment.

Of course, he’d always liked you in some way, that was why he let you stick around - and maybe there was a deeper connection he couldn’t explain. But there was an issue: he didn’t want things to change. Maybe he was being selfish, who cares. Not him. Definitely not him.

Things only got worse when he started to notice things about you, things he’d seen before but hadn’t really paid attention to. Like the way you swayed your head in deep concentration, or how your eyes would light up when talking about something you were passionate about. How you’d bite your lip nervously as he argued with people. Even that you’d reach out and grab his shirt just before he swung to punch. You’d stand more behind him when the volleyball came around him, like you were on edge around them, eyes constantly flickering between them and him for any signs of hostility. You didn’t seem to trust them (with the exception of Iwaizumi because he trusted Iwaizumi).

Every little thing you did drove him crazy. So what if he’d fallen for you? You didn’t need to know because things didn’t need to change.

Watching you play volleyball was like a different kind of rush - you were a Libero - every movement was calm and calculated as you dove across the court. He can only imagine how it must have felt for you. And the fact you insisted on wearing a skirt on the court drove him insane.

You must have noticed, because you brought it up. “You doing okay, Ken?” You tilt your head to the side, trying to work out the wonders in his mind. For the ninth time today, he avoids your eyes. You’re starting to feel offended, have you done something wrong? You couldn’t think of anything you’d done wrong, but maybe you just weren’t thinking hard enough.

“‘M fine.” He sighed; you looked up at him with wide doe eyes and he thought his heart might melt. Then you did the worst thing you could have done; you reached out and squeezed his hand. He tried to pull away, but you wouldn’t let him - in the end, he ended up falling over, you ended up falling with him. On top of him.

Was this heaven or hell? He’d find out later. Of course he knew you were his soulmate, but you didn’t know. You couldn’t know. He wouldn’t let you know. Because things were fine how they were. And what if he wasn’t good enough? What if he hurt you somehow? You were happy right now, weren’t you? So maybe everything would be fi-

You slapped his cheek harshly, glaring down at him. “Kyoutani Kentarou-” oh no, so you were mad “- if you don’t tell me what’s happening right now, I swear to God.” He cringed away. By trying not to hurt you, he’d hurt you - who could have predicted this would happen?

What would the consequences be if he told you how he felt? Maybe you’d be happy, or maybe you’d be mad. He’d be putting everything on the line right now. But the way you looked at him - almost darkly, some sadness, but most of all confusion and anger. It made his heart stung.

Before he could think more, his mouth worked faster than his mind, “I love you!” He almost yelled it out, he was staring directly in your eyes; he got to watch your emotions shift. It was like you went through the five stages of grief: denial (in the form of confusion), anger (your brows furrowed together and knuckles turned white), bargaining (your eyes pleaded with him to change his mind, or the words he used, or anything), depression (you pulled in on yourself, he could feel all your muscles tense), and then there was a pause, your face went blank, you were searching his eyes for something - anything - and you seemed to find it. Acceptance: you wrapped your arms around him and buried your head in the crook of his neck.

You could never be sure whether he was actually your soulmate, but something about that look in his eyes told you he meant it. No if’s, and’s or but’s. His heart was yours, and yours his. Wherever he went, you followed.

The only time you didn��t follow him was when you walked down the aisle.

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[babyboke]

hi hello you own my heart

[1:45 PM] amajiki tamaki

—pairing: amajiki tamaki x gender neutral! reader; genre: fluff, established relationship au, rated g; wc: 357  ;warnings: none

Loving Amajiki Tamaki is like a dream come true. 

No one would have ever expected the timid and socially anxious future hero to be capable of love. It just seemed so unfitting and odd. Who would want to love someone who was afraid to come out of their shell? Who would want to be someone who tainted the image of what a hero was supposed to be like? People would question you and give you odd looks whenever you mentioned that you were dating Tamaki as if it was something taboo.

When in reality, it was not. They were wrong. Oh, so wrong. 

Loving Amajiki Tamaki wasn’t constant arguments and fights regarding the security of the relationship. It didn’t have anything to do with standing up for him at every rocky turn, only to get nothing in return like people would naturally assume. No, loving Amajiki Tamaki was seeing the beauty that was him. It was marveling at how he continued to push and strive for his dreams, even though he showcased such malleable vulnerability. It was knowing that Tamaki was braver than anyone in the world, facing his fears for the sake of those he held near and dear to his here. 

It was soft kisses, shy smiles, tender hugs. It was bubble baths and spa nights, cheesy romance movies, sneaking out of the dorms because he just couldn’t say no to you, especially when you wanted ice cream. It was lazy mornings, spontaneous food trips, staying up all night trying to finish an essay while he slept peacefully on your lap. 

It was staying beside him when he turned to the corner, trying to hide from the world and showing him that there was beauty and strength in facing his fears, especially knowing he’s got people by his side. It was holding you close when the pressures of the world were way too much for either of you to bear, so you relish in the rhythm of each other’s heart, knowing there was solace in the silence. 

Loving Amajiki Tamaki was knowing he was, by no means, a perfect lover, but loving him despite it. 

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#thats my boy!!! #i love him!!! #this is so jahabakakahaj #haikyuu

[babyboke]

so i’m gonna try stepping out of my comfort zone a little and gonna try to actively participate in a fandom. I posted this today and oh my god I did not expect that many people to like it.

The haikyuu fandom is brimming with so much talent and it's kinda hard not to want to join in tbh. This is a side blog but my main is @ssugarsnap (don't follow unless you want to be subjected to me oversharing compulsively)

anyway, fun fact...i was trying to get a cute bokuto url and ended up naming myself baby idiot and i think that tells you everything you need to know about me if we’re being honest.

Also I'm always looking for friends so if you wanna hmu pls do (provided you're not a minor)

#hi!!!! #im excited to do more stuff #i havent engaged in making things for a fandom since like 2017 i think #but the haikyuu fandom feels like a really nice place and makes me excited #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu

[babyboke]

haikyuu boys + some of my favourite bits of physical affection

↳ akaashi, bokuto, tsukishima, kuroo, yamaguchi

a/n: this is absolutely just self indulgent bc i LOVE any and all physical affection.

akaashi: wiping away food from someone’s lips

akaashi feels (to me) like somebody who likes an easy relationship

getting to that stage takes a while, and it's a lot of work...but once you do i think that's where he thrives

i saw somebody say somewhere that a relationship with akaashi would be rooted in domesticity and i fully agree

sweats and t-shirts. fuzzy socks and shorts. hoodies and messy hair. just vibes. it's all about enjoying each other's presence

usually lets you pick the movie because that's not what he's here for (hint: it's you!) so whatever you choose is fine by him.

one of those partners who 100% gets more enjoyment watching you than the movie in front of him

let's imagine this right; you're both sitting at the coffee table with your little take out buffet and akaashi's leaning against the couch behind him and eyes trained on you while he watches the many emotions flickering on your face

he's got his softest smile on; one rarely seen by anyone, even you.

he's perfectly content like this. what more could he possibly want? the room is dark and even by the light of the tv you're breathtaking to him and his heart sings at the fact that you're comfortable enough with him to be so...raw

you always ask him if he enjoyed the movie while you two clean up and he always says it was great even though he only knows like 50% (if that) of what happened.

i feel like if you tell him/he knows it's a movie you like he'll pay attention though.  because that's like a part of you and he wants to know as much about his partner as they're willing to share

He knows he's supposed to be watching the movie, that's the point of movie night. But he loves seeing you like this. Wearing a ridiculous pokemon headband, face mask on, and wearing your baggiest shirt. There's a warmth in his chest that is bone-deep and it always flares up on stay-at-home date night.

You look over at him, just for a second, stifling a snicker as the dumpling on the way to his mouth misses entirely. His eyes dart away from yours as he set the chopsticks down to get the offending food out of his lap.

When he looks back up he finds your smile — soft, warm and welcoming — aimed right at him and the air in his lungs seems to disappear.

You lean in close and now all he can smell is your hair oil and heat rushes to cheeks when he draws a deeper breath. He wonders - ears growing warmer at the thought - if you heard his breath stutter as you wipe your thumb across the corner of his lip.

Missed a spot.

The words are soft, and followed by a soft kiss pressed where your finger had just been.

His heart leaps and soars and he swears that living without this feeling would be a fate worse than death.

"We'll miss the best part of you don't stop staring." It's a joke but Keiji doesn't care. Nothing about this is a joke to him. Not when he feels this warm, this happy.

He wraps an arm around you and pulls you close. Until you're practically in his lap, as he whispers in your ear, "This is the best part. And I want to enjoy every second I get."

bokuto: lifting someone up out of excitement

did somebody say affection???

doesn't matter bc he's here to dole it out anyway

bokuto doesn't have a single hang up about showing his partner how much he loves them

which is why you are always on the receiving end of enthusiastic affection

be they cuddles, kisses or hugs

so what happens when you mix the two things bo loves most (you and volleyball)

he's losing it his brain is producing serotonin and ONLY serotonin

the minute he sees you in the crowd bokuto doesn't know a single thing other than baby!!!!!!!!!!

The game wasn't as easily won as anybody would've liked, but it was won in the end. Any other concerns they could discuss at the next practice. Celebrating is the more immediate concern. Bo releases Hinata and Atsumu from his grasp and while turning to his captain he spots you out of the corner of his eye.

It's enough.

One moment he's preparing to wrap Meian in a hug and the next Bokuto is practically sprinting toward you. The grin spread on his face almost makes up for the fact that you're definitely about to get snatched up into his arms before he's showered.

You're right!

Before he says a single word - before he even fully comes to a stop - Bo has you wrapped in his arms and lifting off the gym's polished floors. The hug is too warm and not nearly dry enough, despite that though, Bo's arms still somehow feel like home.

It's Akaashi who reminds your boyfriend that you need to breathe and that he hasn't showered yet. Reluctantly, and with the petulant pout of a toddler sent to bed, he sets you down. His eyes are still sparkling as he stares down at you, joy gleaming in those bright honey eyes.

"You proud of me babe?"

The biggest game of the season and the victory isn't even a full five minutes old, the spot in the finals is secure. And somehow, despite that, your praise at this moment is what matters most to him.

So when you grin up at him and say without hesitance that yes, you are proud of him, he's sent clear over the moon and is floating in stars he swears you hung.

tsukishima: squishing their cheeks

he's is a meanie

you're dating him, so you know this.

he also loves you

again - you're dating him, so you know this as well.

in public i feel like he's one of those people who's like why are you touching me? no, i didn't say you could let go 🙄

tsukki would probably call you a plebe like once a month (usually in the above instance, and bc i think it's funny)

"why are you touching me, plebe?"

and you just look at him like...wth you called me?

and he just had the damn smirk on his face bc damn if you don't make the cutest exasperated

sometimes if you're lucky the combination of your wide eyes, smooshed cheeks and jutted lips means he folds and gives you a kiss because he can't help himself.

So you've decided to drag your boyfriend to a good fair because it sounded like a fun date idea. And it is, tsukishima seems to be content with spending the day with you. It's worrying how easy it is for him to forget that other people exist around him. Especially when you're this excited.

The sun's starting to dip and the place is a lot quieter than it had been earlier when he suggests it's time to head home.

And you know — because you know him — that he's doing this for you because you have an early start the next day.

He's listening intently as you list off the things you liked and the ones you... didn't. You've asked him a few questions so far but haven't stopped long enough for him to answer, not that he minds. Getting to hear the excitement running through you is probably his favourite part of the day.

He jolts a little when you finally come down and latch onto his arm with a contented sigh.

Did you have fun, Kei?

"Clearly not as much as you." There's always a small feeling of relief that washes over him when you match his jabs. But the pout you wear sometimes makes his heart skip a beat.

It's like sometimes he can't help himself. He sees you looking up at him and he just reaches a hand and takes hold of your cheeks and squeezes.

"Why are you always so cute, huh?" The way your eyes light up as the words slip past his lips surrounds him with a sense of peace. The late evening is cool and the sky is painting a masterpiece of pinks and purples and blue. And yet, compared to you it seems to pale in comparison.

He rolls his eyes before pressing a kiss to your puckered lips. "Not bad for a fish."

He drops his hand from your cheeks but his touch doesn't stay gone for long. Before you have the chance to complain his arm wraps around your waist and pulls you into his warmth.

kuroo: wiping away someone's tears

kuroo gives me the vibes of someone who studies their options carefully

(i base this mostly off of the fact that despite the fact that he's clearly skilled and loves volleyball he ends up in a more reliable job)

and that's great because 9/10 time he makes decisions he's confident in

when it comes to relationship decisions though? it can be a little harrowing for a partner.

like...what is one to do when your usually sweet and affectionate boyfriend suddenly becomes more distant?

when you share a space but his eyes are far away and his mind is even further?

though ill-advised, there's the tried and true option, jumping to conclusions.

although in the circumstances being considered, the conclusions are...awful.

so he comes home one day and you're crying in the bathroom and he's torn between sweeping you into his arms or getting ready to commit a crime (murder)

Kuroo comes home to a seemingly empty apartment, save for the sound of muffled music coming from the bedroom. He grins to himself as he drops his bags.

It's self-care Saturday, which means he's going to find you covered in suds and smelling of the body wash that's become synonymous with your presence.

The picture comes to life in his mind's eye as he gets rid of the blazer and tie. Your hair tied back, the face mask he's convinced you don't need, the fire hazards candles burning on the counters, your voice singing along to the music an-

His steps falter and grind to a halt in the doorway. The tub is full of suds, and the candles are lit. The music is going but instead of your off-key singing, he's met with your sobs.

He's confused - and livid - but that he can address later. For now, his main concern is more tangible. The love of his life is crying their eyes out when they should be basking in relaxation and comfort.

He falls to his knees next to the tub, arms reaching out for you and freezing when you pull away. His heart breaks and his temper rises and it's hard to know which is worse.

"What's happening, kitten?" There's confusion and concern swimming in those pretty eyes. The ones you'd fallen so helplessly in love with. The ones that have since grown distant.

"How come I'm not good enough, Tetsu?" At the question that tumbles forth, he's certain, his temper is worse. Who in their right mind had the fall to make you feel like this?

He listens as you speak and realization dawns with horror close on its tail. The room falls silent, except for your ragged breathing, and whatever song had shuffled on.

He had made you feel like this? This was how he repaid you for making him the happiest he's ever been? His hands reach for you again, and exhaustion alone makes you remain still.

His thumbs ever so gentle as they brush tears away, patiently getting rid of the fresh ones. He draws himself up to sit on the side of the tub, leaning close enough to rest his forehead against yours. What little distance remains between you he fills with apologies and love.

yamaguchi: smiling into a kiss

i think his partner needs to have a relatively thick skin, not because of him, but tsukishima...you see where i'm going

tsuki's not going to be terrible to you because you make his friend happy but he is who he is and you're going to have to deal with everything that entails bc they're a package deal...moving on though

picnic dates.

he's nervous the first time but once this becomes something you do he's got the whole thing down

food? check. blanket? check. your favourite drink? check. flowers? check.

i feel like he really appreciates how private picnic dates are, even if its at a public park and there's people around it's still like the two of you are in a bubble

loves the way your face never fails to light up when you realize he did all of this for you

favourite part is when you let him lie in your lap and just play with his hair while he rambles about any and everything

that's also your favourite part because the view of him laying happily in your lap while sunlight hits his face warm and bright making his freckles stand out like that? unmatched.

sometimes he gets a little excited and shoots up off your lap when he gets really into a story he's telling  but the broad grin on his face is like a sneak peak of heaven

There is no feeling better than the comforting weight of Tadashi lying in your lap. Despite the obvious excitement he speaks with, there is a peace that envelops the two of you on days like this. The gentle breeze and pleasant warmth of light filtering through the leaves overhead.

Tadashi is...unaware of these things you think, though. He seems beyond content to just stare at your profile as he chatters about his week. You understand though, after all, you're content to sit and listen.

One of your hands is running through his hair and he’s somehow managed to end up holding the other. Every so often between sentences, he brings it to his lips and presses a soft kiss to your knuckles. It’s not hard to fall in love with the gentle stroke of his thumb on the back of your palm.

The way the sun plays on his freckles draws you in until the only thing you're aware of is how pretty he looks like this.

His eyes meet yours and the flush on his cheeks is what makes you realize you've been studying him as intently as he usually studies you.

All too soon the weight on your thighs is gone and Tadashi is simply observing you. Missing him doesn't seem like an option he's going to give you though.

"Can I kiss you?" he still asks, all these months later as though you could ever deny him on days like this. He beams brightly when you smile and lean closer. His lips meet yours in a heartbeat, soft and warm, and your heart sings. Without meaning to your lips curve into a small smile against his own.

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