#I drew this in like five minutes can you tell 😂

[f0point5]

Jealous Emilia after they get together plss I am beggingggg cook this for us plssssss 🙏🙏🙏

Not me rewriting this no less than four times and still hating it 😂 but it’s not going to get any better haha. This was hard to write because I actually don’t see Emilia as the jealous type. I kind of drew off a lot of her known insecurities and alluded to her kind of struggling with the “wag” role a bit so it’s not just her reacting poorly to Max being fawned over by a girl because I don’t think that would be true to her character. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

✨Set in Jeddah 2024✨

And I’m highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

If there’s one thing to be said for the Jeddah paddock, it’s pretty at sunset. You watch people moving through the paddock bathed in golden light. The ground looks like the yellow brick road. Even though it’s getting cooler now as it gets closer to qualifying, you still choose to sit inside Red Bull hospitality. You’re also sitting inside because Max said he wanted to hang out before quail. Even though he’s spent the last forty-five minutes talking to one of the hospitality guests.

Amy, something or other. She races GT cars in some series you’ve never heard of. You’re not sure what connections got her the invite to the garage but Max had been herded away by one of the media reps to take pictures with her so she must be someone’s daughter. They seem to have hit it off, you note. He’s in full maxplaining mode, bending down to the line of his own hand as he illustrates what looks like an apex. Amy isn’t even watching his hands, she’s watching Max. Hazel eyes just sparkling as she memorises every inch of him. Yeah, you know that look well enough.

And it’s not that you mind. He likes to talk racing, he likes racers. It’s not like you know what it feels like to driver a car at top speed, and more importantly you don’t want to know. The hot laps with Max were more than enough. You can’t be everything to him and you don’t need to be. You tell yourself you don’t want to be. It’s good he has other people to talk to, because it’s not like you can ever really understand his competitive streak. The man who knows nothing except how to win will not always be able to relate to the girl who has always been too afraid to lose.

No, it’s not bothering you that Max is talking to her. It’s bothering you that she has the most obvious crush on him since…no, actually, this is the most obvious crush ever. She’s played with her hair so many times you just know karma is going to make her bald someday. You hope you’re there somehow.

“Hey,”

You jump at the sound of Checo’s voice. He sits down at the end of the table, brandishing Kitkat, which he slides over to you.

“Max has made a new friend,” he says, nodding in Max’s direction.

You tear open the wrapper with far too much aggression. “So I see,” you say, trying to sound nonchalant.

“She races, right?”

You nod, biting into the chocolate. “GT, apparently,”

“Lots in common,” Checo says with a wiggle of his eyebrows. “You have to watch your back,”

You know he’s joking. You know that in no universe are you in competition with her. And yet, his words sink under your skin under your blood is curdling at the sight of Max laughing at something Amy says.

“I don’t have to watch anything,” you say with shrug, turning towards Checo. “If she can take him she can have him.” You push your hair over one shoulder and run your tongue over your teeth.

“Whoa,” Checo chuckles, throwing his hands up like he’s being faced with a hungry lion. You suppose since he has a wife, he knows the look well enough. “I was joking.” When you don’t react, he shakes his head. “It’s Max,”

You know what he means. It’s Max, not Chuck Leclerc. It’s Max, not Danny Ric. It’s Max, not Checo. But it’s Max. You don’t have to worry he’s going to lose his mind over the actresses or supermodels, but he sure seems to be respectfully admiring his female alter ego.

It’s like he can sense you thinking about him, it’s uncanny, really. Out of the corner of your eye you can see him walking towards your table with Amy in tow.

Fake smile, it’s fine, she’s just a fan.

Max introduces you, and you smile and shake her hand and ask her if she having a nice day, because you’re Max’s girlfriend, so you owe it to him to be polite. She has no such obligation, although you might be imagining her flinch when Max says the word girlfriend.

“I think it’s the best day of my life,” she says in answer to your question. The telltale flicker of her eyes in Max’s direction as they sit down almost making you roll yours.

Max doesn’t notice, he’s more interested in taking your Kitkat out of your hand and taking a bite. He bites it so that all four sticks have the end missing and you wear you’ve never been so disgusted by this man. For a second, you think Amy can have him.

“Amy races GT cars, like the ones we tested in Portugal,” he says to you now, his hand disappearing under the table to rest on your thigh and trace circles with his thumb like it’s a habit. “We are just talking about setting up a test for her with Verstappen com,”

Oh, great. So not only is she utterly bewitched by the ocean eyes, you’re making her dreams come true. Fan-fucking-tastic.

“Ah,” is all you say, sharing a look with a smirking Checo.

“That would really be such a dream come true,” Amy says, and you almost laugh. “I’m a big fan of yours, I think it’s so cool that you’re involved with things outside formula one. You should come to a race sometime. I owe you paddock passes,”

You met him three hours ago, and he isn’t even the one who invited you. Do you owe him a blowjob as well, Amy?

“Yeah. Our schedule is a bit hectic but yeah, it would be good to fit that in soon,” Max says, turning to you. “Right?”

What am I? The secretary? Because in case you didn’t notice, she didn’t fucking invite me.

You just shrug.

“GT racing doesn’t exactly draw the influencer crowd,” you are definitely not imagining the way her eyes slide over to you before she looks back at Max to say, “it’s really good racing,”

You zone out right then and there. It’s like your brain short circuits from the energy it’s taking not to reach over, grab this girl by her stringy extensions, and rip. If she and Max keep talking, you don’t hear it. You don’t want to hear it. You notice Checo noticing your discomfort, even as he engages the other two in conversation. For all his quirks, Checo reads human behaviour much better than Max. Though you don’t need to be a body language expert to see how much this girl likes him.

She looking at him like she wants to eat him, hanging on unspoken words, fingers twitching on the table like she’s desperate to touch him. And he’s nodding along, because they’re so aligned that whatever she says he agrees with, and the maxplaining is one-handed now but no less enthusiastic, and you’re about to dig your nails into his skin because he is not going to have one hand almost up your skirt while another woman is flirting with him.

All these thoughts are interrupted by the appearance of one of the Red Bull media managers.

“Amy, we were hoping to get some pictures of you with the car, if you’re free?”

“Yeah, sure, one second,” she says, turning to Max. “Which way is the garage again?” Like she doesn’t have someone who clearly just came from the garage standing right next to her.

“Just through there, keep going straight,” Max says, pointing to the corridor with engineers walking in and out. You give the girl the benefit of the doubt that she’s not that stupid, just desperate.

Reluctantly, she gets to her feet. “So, I’ll give you a call to set up the test?”

“Yeah, sure,” Max says. “Or you can call Raymond. He’ll put your team in touch with the right people,”

“Okay, awesome,” she says, leaning down enough that you can see right down her shirt. “It was really great to meet you. And I meant it about the GT race,” and then, as if remembering she can’t be rude, she glances at Checo. “You guys, too,”

You wave her off, and your smile doesn’t even fall. Because it’s funny. It’s funny that a grown woman would behave like that in front of a man’s girlfriend. It’s funny that a woman gunning for sponsorship would behave like you does regular shifts in something called the “Champagne Room”.

And it’s absolutely hilarious that Max turns to you, without a care in the world, and says, “I’ve got such a headache. I stood up into the cupboard in the garage, it hurt so bad,”

You give him tight smile and pull out your phone to text Lily to see if she’s still with Alex or if she’s free for a catch up.

“What?” You hear Max say above you. You ignore him. “What? She the-“ You look up just in time to see that Checo is mouthing something to Max. “Jealous?”

“I’m not jealous,” you snap, leaning back in the your chair to glare at both of them. They give each a mocking grin. “Yeah, very funny,” this sets them off snickering like school kids. “Fuck both of you.”

You get up and stalk through the room and back towards the garage. You don’t even know what you’ll do when you get there since being Max’s girlfriend had put an end to you just wandering down the pitlane and allowed in any garage. Maybe you’ll just try and find GP. If Max doesn’t catch up to you first. You can hear him calling you.

“Leibling, wait,” he’s right behind you now, and you hear him almost stumbling as he leans forward to catch you by the wrist.

You shrug him off, but stop at the door to his driver room and push it open, jerking your head to order him inside. He may be a dick, but he still deserve for the whole team to know his business. He steps into the room, reaching for your waist but you move out of his way and leave him to close the door while you lean against the physio table on the other side of the room.

He sighs when he sees how you’re looking at him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. I mean, I did. Not at you. I didn’t think Checo was being serious,” he defends, and by the end of his sentence he’s fighting an incredulous smile and you squeeze the edge of the physio bench to stop yourself pulling your hair. Or his.

How can this guy understand complex tyre strategy but not basic human interaction?

“You didn’t think he was serious that I was annoyed by someone flirting with you in front of me?” You ask him, raising an eyebrow. “And that I wouldn’t be annoyed at you making fun of me for it?”

Max scoffs. “She wasn’t flirting with me,”

“Oh, please.” You let out a scoff of your own. “You didn’t notice me flirting with you for three years, do not pretend you’re an expert,”

“I noticed,” Max argues, “I just didn’t take it seriously,”

“Which is why you have no leg to stand on,”

“Right, because I was just supposed to believe that you suddenly-“

“It wasn’t exactly sudden-“

“For God’s sake,” Max groans, an expression of abject confusion twisting his face. “What are we even fighting about?”

“You enjoying Lella Lombardi over there slobber all over you, and enjoying it,” the exasperation gets worse when Max’s eyes widen like this is the first he’s hearing of this entire discussion.

“I’m- she- what?” He splutters, his head shaking in disbelief. “Is this one of those Tiktok pranks?”

“I get that she’s a pilot and that makes her automatically interesting, but until I hear otherwise, you’re still in a relationship,”

Max looks at you like you’ve grown a second head; shock, concern, and a good amount of unadulterated disgust. “You can’t think I was looking at her…like that,”

The way he says it, like he’s afraid to catch cooties, like it’s it’s inconceivable, like you didn’t still have bruises of your hips in the shape of his fingertips, takes all the fight out of you. Checo was right; it’s Max. It’s feels like someone’s let all the air out of a balloon. Your shoulders slump and you sigh.

“Because that would be crazy?” You lift yourself onto the physio bench as you speak. You’re not even really sure what you’re asking. “Max Verstappen, who likes only one thing on earth, that one thing being racing, attracted to another driver rather than his influencer accessory girlfriend?”

“Actually, I like two things,” he says with that boyish smirk that has been making your stomach do backflips for longer than you care to admit.

“Stop laughing at me,” you whine, fighting the urge to smile.

“I’m not. I’m sorry. I’m sorry that she upset you. I’m sorry that I upset you,” he says, taking a careful step closer to you, but he stops there. “Even if I don’t know what I did,”

He really has no idea. He is painfully, adorably clueless.

“Nothing,” you say, because you don’t know either. Sometimes it’s just inexplicably overwhelming being Max Verstappen’s girlfriend. “Just you being you, I guess,”

Max frowns at that. “I didn’t know being myself was so offensive,” he mumbles, and you instantly feel guilty. You of all people shouldn’t make him feel bad for how much space he takes up. You of all people know how much that bothers him.

“No, it’s not that. It’s not-“ you struggle for a way to explain it. Max takes the opportunity to cross the rest of the room and stand in front of you, his expression telling you he’s waiting for you to finish. “It’s not about who you are, but sometimes the way people act around you is just…and you’re so used to it, you don’t even…you just forget who you are sometimes, Max,”

He nods soberly. “Yeah. I do, and I’m sorry,” he says. He hooks his hands under your knees and pulls your legs apart and slots between them as he drags you to the edge of the bench so that you’re pressed against him, leaning back to look up at him. “But I never forget who you are, which is the most important bit,”

You can’t help but smile at him. He’s so simple. And not because he’s unintelligent, but because he’s guileless, because who he is has never scared him. He smiles back, and it’s unguarded and unbridled and you almost forgive that girl because you’ll be damned if you don’t have a crush on him, too.

“Was she really flirting with me?” He asks curiously, looking down as his hands find your and entwine your fingers.

“Oh, yeah,” you say, and he frowns, the wheels working in head as he tries to figure out how he didn’t notice. “Like me at your mum’s on Christmas Eve in 2020 level of obvious,”

“Well,” he says with a huff. “She just blew her chance at a test,”

“You don’t have to-“

“Wait, you were flirting with me at Christmas at my mum’s?”

#max verstappen x reader

[frenzyarts]

Extremely silly and scribbley comic I made of me and my fiancée @doubleca5t last night

#comic #lesbian #transgender #nonbinary #doodle #I drew this in like five minutes can you tell 😂 #my art #min tag #frenzy post #I’m bug :3 #gf comic #girlfriend comic

[stilesssolo]

Hey! 😁 It’s been almost a week since The Album came out, and I wanted to know, what did you think of it? I’m honestly a little disappointed ngl. A lot of the songs are just too short for me 😭 like, I love most of the songs (a few are just okay to me) and so I want there to be more to them, you know? It’s not topping Happiness Begins for me 🤷🏽‍♀️

Oooh, are you seeing the boys on tour btw? I got my ticket as soon as they went on sale 🤘🏽😌

I feel very much the same!! I like the album, I like the beat, but I feel like the writing itself is a lil lacking. Most of the songs I’m tapping my foot but I’m like what are we saying here?? What are we going for?? They all feel a little too short to really get the message across. And I don’t think a song has to be long to be good— like Comeback is one of my fave songs of theirs and it’s barely 2 and a half minutes, but there’s a story there, a clear message. I feel like some of these songs very much fall into the Harry’s House trap of “we are just listing words that fit the vibe.” It’s def not their strongest writing. I remember listening to Happiness Begins on loop after starting BICBTY and being like “wow, I can get so many stories out of these songs, there’s so many ways I can take the ideas of this and turn it into a plotline or a backstory and give it a life of its own.” It really felt like those songs were about something and they kind of drew a picture in my mind and inspired me to come up with things like “what could this line be about?”. I don’t feel that with this album at all (except for a few songs— Little Bird is a notable exception that will absolutely have a follow up one shot once I finish BICBTY. 😂)

I much prefer their work with Ryan Tedder to Jon Bellion; I feel like Happiness Begins and all the songs in between these albums are telling a much clearer story and I agree that The Album isn’t coming close to topping Happiness Begins for me. Also hearing this album makes me long for the lost album with What A Man Gotta Do, X, Five More Minutes, all those songs even more 😂😂

Regardless yes I did get tickets to the tour! I was hesitant to buy them before hearing the album because the two singles did have me wary but the Eras-tour-esque nature of it sold me (plus tickets were like $50 for upper balcony which was more than reasonable 😂). I actually never saw them live before the Happiness Begins tour, so I am super excited to hear more stuff off A Little Bit Longer and Lines Vines and Trying Times aside from their big hits!! LV&TT is critically underrated imo so I’m still very excited for the show, even if The Album’s portion will probably be my least favorite 😂😂

#i actually in a very uncharacteristic mood FORGOT to go on TM to get tickets when the sale started until like an hour after it began #like i had my code and I straight up forgot onsale started at noon #luckily they added a second boston show so I was able to snag tickets to that one very quickly 😂 #also sorry for shading Harry I do like Harry’s House I just think it’s not his strongest writing compared to his other albums!!! #anyways ive been waiting for someone to ask about my thoughts on the album thank you for indulging my ramblings 😂 #asks #answered #oritzmcristina

[rebelwrites]

We Are Going To Be Late (NSFW)

Thor Odinson x Plus Sized Reader

Summary - The first time Y/N is dressed up for a ball on Asgard, they do not make it on time.

x Plus Sized Reader Masterlist

This Months Writing

Requested By @innerpaperexpertcloud - Hello!! For you Plus Size Reader fics can I please have Thor Odinson with promt number 6: The first time Character A dressing up and Character B looses his shit!!! Thankyou😍😍😍 First time character A gets dressed up for an event and Character B loses his shit with how they look and how confident they are

Warnings: fingering!

A/N: I didn’t plan on this being NSFW 😂 it just wrote its self

Nervous was an understatement right now, tonight would be the first time you have worn a dress in years, and on top of that it would also be the first time Thor would see you all dressed up. For weeks you had been agonising over what you were going to wear to the ball on Asgard that you were attending.

It also meant there were a lot of breakdowns about what you were going to wear especially with you being plus sized. There was no way you would have the confidence to pull off a body con dress, knowing that you would just be an insecure mess for the whole evening. So you went with elegant and classy, plus a body con dress really wouldn't have fit in, not in somewhere as beautiful and breathtaking as Asgard.

The oxblood red dress fit you perfectly, hugging you in all of the right places, no where was too tight and constricting. It was perfect for tonight, the one added bonus of it was that it matched the colour of Thor’s cape perfectly.

You were putting the finishing touches to your makeup when the hair on the back of your neck stand on end signally that Thor had snuck into the room.

The moment he laid his eyes on you, his jaw dropped to the floor. This was the first time he had seen you dressed up like this and it was safe to say he loved it. The tell tale signs of this were the speed of his heart pounding against his chest and the twitch that occurred in his dick.

“My sweet dove,” he said lowly, his voice huskier than normal.

“I am nearly ready, promise,” you giggled, making eye contact with him through the mirror. You knew exactly what he was thinking, you could see the lust clouding his blue eyes. “Gimme five minutes,”

“Oh my darling we are going to need a lot longer than five minutes,” he growled, placing his hands on your hips, pulling you to his body so you could feel just how much seeing you like this effected him.

“Thor we don’t have time,” you giggled through the moans that left your mouth as he placed slow open mouthed kisses down your bare neck, not stopping until he had found your sweet spot. Your moans were always music to his ears, he loved hearing just how good he made you feel and this was no different.

“Thor,” you breathed.

“Yes my Queen,” he hummed against your skin, as his hands roamed your body.

“We are going to be late,” you whispered, not putting up a fight to stop him from leaving marks all down your neck, you loved when he marked you up, letting everyone know that you were taken.

“I don’t see you stopping me,” he smirked, lifting your dress up so the material was bunched around your hips, his eyes darkened when he found that you weren’t wearing any underwear. His touch was ghost-like as he moved his large hands towards your core, not satisfied until he ran his fingers through your slick folds, before he slowly drew circles around your clit. The moan that left your mouth spurred him on even further as he locked eyes with you in the mirror watching as the pleasure took over. “Just like I don’t see you stopping me now princess.”

It was like you had a fire burning deep inside as he sped up his movements on your throbbing clit, suddenly stopping making you whimper, you weren’t finished yet. As you pouted into the mirror you were distracted by the fact that Thor’s skillful fingers had moved to the opening of your heat, well that was until he slowly pushed a finger into you, curling it and hitting your g-spot first time. “Fuckkkk” you whined as your knees started to give out from underneath you, if it wasn’t for Thor still having a grip around your waist you would have been a mess on the floor.

Reaching around you wrapped your arm around his neck, letting your fingers tangle in his blonde hair as he attacked your neck with his kisses. The moans that were escaping your mouth were sinful, no man had ever made you feel what Thor made you feel, but then again he was a God not a man.

“That’s it my love,” he growled against your skin as he pushed another finger inside. “God I love it when you crumble beneath me,” he whispered, hot breath fanning your skin making you feel even hotter than you already were. “Now everyone knows that the party doesn’t start until we arrive so get that fine ass on that bed, I need to sink my cock into this tight warm pussy,”

@chibsytelford @pascal-reyes @thenamesnicolexo @capsheadquaters @lancsnerd @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @innerpaperexpertcloud @swaggysposts @newlibrary @winchwm @princessphilly @skyfullofsong123 @katie007123

#Thor odinson #Thor odinson x plus sized reader #thor odinson x reader #thor odinson imagine #marvel #marvel x plus sized reader #marvel x reader #marvel imagine

[xnchxntmxnt]

I'm here for more soft

Because it's stuck in my head-

Lucky by Jason Mraz

If you listen to the song its kind of self-explanatory but,,, either Kuroo or Teru (idk i love them both i can't decide 🥲)

Just, best friends fall in love slowly and quietly then get together ya know?

There's not a lot there but- aaanyways I can give more if you would like just tell me

I'm a simple gay, mutual pining is wonderful✌✨

-🌌

This will make more sense the more you read I promise but there’s like... flashbacks? Idk how to describe but i try. Thanks for the req and I love this thing so much--you have the best ideas sometimes, love. But I think I have something better to add to it...just read till the end.

Edit: I usually write masc reader for you (and tbh myself when I write asks from you 😂) but I didn’t need pronouns much in this so it’s GN. Still the same story 😊

Lucky I'm In Love With My Best Friend(s)

Kuroo Tetsurou X GN!Reader X Bokuto Koutaro

Reader info: gender neutral pronouns, adult ish I guess idk you live together TW//CW: none, much fluff

Reblogs are super super appreciated! Kisses for each of you that reblog it

“Tetsurou?”

“Yeah?”

You pick your head up from leaning against his shoulder. He looked at you with that same gentle smile and those same caring eyes you fell in love with all those years ago. It had been two years since you moved in together and five since you started dating in your senior year of high school. You couldn’t ask for a better partner.

First-year was...an experience. The two of you were only starting to figure yourselves out and making new friendships was just part of that. When Bokuto, one of your best friends, introduced you to his new friend he met at volleyball camp, you could have sworn you felt butterflies. But of course not, that wouldn’t happen.

”Kuroo, bro, this is (Y/N) I was talking about!” Bokuto exclaimed, dragging your fellow first-year along behind him. He finally stopped in front of you, smiling from ear to ear.

”Nice to finally meet you, Kuroo,” you chuckled, bowing in a greeting. “Bokuto hasn’t exactly spared any details about camp--I heard you got hit in the face, you feeling better?”

”Much,” he laughed. “Nice to finally meet you too.”

“You guys are gonna be great friends, I’m sure of it!” Bokuto exclaimed, wrapping his arms around both your shoulders (since he still could--he was considerably taller than both of you).

And you did. Not that the two of you ever ignored Bokuto, but when you two got to be together, you just clicked. Through first year, the three of you hung out together whenever you could (which was usually on the weekends because Kuroo went to school a little while away), but in second year, you started finding more time to see Kuroo. You weren't sure why, but something about him just drew you to him.

You smile at him, pulling him in a little closer. You had your arms around his waist and were swaying back and forth in the living room, following his lead when the two of you were seriously dancing a couple of minutes ago. “What do you think you’d do if you never met me?” you ask, the heavy question sitting in the air while he thought. You didn't need a sappy answer, nor were you upset and that’s why you asked. It was just a fleeting thought.

It was the same question he’d posed a long time ago, in your third year, when the two of you first started dating. You were always together, sure, but now it was official (though it took a while). Your answer was always the same: you’d be a lot less happy and you are glad you never had to find out.

Kuroo simply bumped the end of your nose against his, shaking his head at you. “That’s supposed to be my line, sweetheart.”

“I know, but I stole it. So, answer.”

His answer was always the same, too. “I’d be bored as hell. And probably just sad. Because my life wouldn’t be as fun without you.”

While the two of you had many amazing dates together in third year, things got...boring, after a while. You both liked each other, but you always felt like something was missing. After some long conversations, you both admitted some feelings you had tried to banish before.

Right on cue, interrupting your thoughts, you heard keys jingling outside. However, you buried your face in Kuroo’s shoulder again, wanting to screw with Bokuto who just walked in the door.

“Honey, I’m home!” he said sarcastically, walking over to the two of you. “Angel, why are you hiding?” he pouted, kissing the side of your head all over. You laughed, gently pushing at his chest to get him to stop tickling you. He smiled and turned to Kuroo, placing a quick kiss on his lips. “Sorry it’s late, practice ran over today. But I brought you guys something!”

“Oh?” Kuroo asked, arching an eyebrow at him.

“Coffee jellies!” he exclaimed, bringing the two packages forward. “Since, y’know, we started watching Saiki K and they were on sale.”

“You’re a dork,” you laugh, detaching yourself from Kuroo. You placed a kiss on Bokuto’s lips and went off to get some spoons for you both (you didn’t bother getting a third because even if Bokuto was going to eat some of yours, he’d just steal the spoon).

Shortly after your conversation with Kuroo back in high school, you both came to realize your feelings for your mutual best friend were...more than platonic, but it was only when you had a sleepover with Bokuto that he admitted he liked the two of you. He hadn’t wanted to say anything to screw up your relationships with him, but he hated not being honest with you guys, hence why he’d gotten so close with Akaashi in the last few months. He still picked on you for it, but you actually laughed and eventually explained why you laughed at your friend while he was upset.

You come back to see Bokuto in your spot in Kuroo’s arms, the two swaying out of time to the music and casually chatting about each of their days. You stared for a little while, smiling until they dragged you over and made you join the dancing/cuddle pile/whatever they decided it was.

And you couldn’t have been more in love.

Lucky I'm in love with my best friend(s)

Lucky to have been where I have been

Lucky to be coming home again

Lucky we're in love in every way

Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed

Lucky to be coming home someday

Editing? Dont know her lol i tried but this is just stream of conscious writing and i didnt edit but yeah. Thanks for the suggestion!!! Ik you love bokuroo so i gave you two handsome boyfriends, you’re welcome ;). Also to everyone else, who DOESNT like bokuroo like damn theyre adorable

#bokuto #bokuto Kotaro #kuroo #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo x gn reader #kuroo x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto x gn reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn reader #bokuroo #bokuroo x reader #bokuto x kuroo x reader #🌌 anon #//ɪɴʙᴏx #//ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ #//ᴏʀɪɢɴᴀʟ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ