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kairakeiji · 9 hours ago
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akaashi keiji is a man of many talents.
he's quite incredible with his writing, he's an insane setter in volleyball and he can breeze through a 500-page book in the span of two hours (something you always found quite shocking). he seemed to have a natural talent in anything life seemed to throw at him. akaashi is a man who can do many different things, and that's one of the many reasons why you loved him.
but this natural born talent of his didn't seem to apply in the kitchen.
sure, he can cook rice, fry an egg and chop vegetables but other than that, the boy was often completely lost. every time he tried to cook you dinner there was an issue of him using the wrong spices or not understanding the recipes to the point where he'd end up profusely apologizing to you. but each time you smiled, ate the food, and then quickly decided that you both should order takeout instead.
but today was different, akaashi's attitude was different.
he normally hated baking, it was messy, and cleaning up often took ages. but it was your birthday, a day akaashi had marked on his calendar for ages and he wanted to try something different, something special for you. and so, instead of buying a cake, he put all his struggles and issues with the kitchen aside to bake you one instead. he wasn't even buying one of the boxed sets, no. instead, he found a recipe for red velvet cake, your favorite, and decided to bake it from scratch. it was going to be his biggest challenge in the kitchen so far, but he would take it on just to make you smile.
and oh what a mistake that was.
"y-you're home!!"
"i am home," you smile to your boyfriend who's now running up to you and pressing a quick kiss to your temple.
"you're home early!"
"that i am," you nod happily. "my boss let me leave a bit early to celebrate my birthday." you cup his cheek, an adoring smile curling on your lips, "and i hope to spend that time with you keiji."
and he's starting to wish your boss made you stay late.
"you're home earlier than i expected." there's still a small yet frantic smile on his lips, doing his best to not show panic anywhere on his face.
unfortunately, his efforts were for naught.
"i am?" you quirk a brow. "why does that seem like a problem?"
"it's not a problem!"
it is.
the cake akaashi's been trying to bake isn't done in the oven, the kitchen's a mess and he hasn't had time to make the frosting. despite giving himself ample time to prepare akaashi found himself suddenly running out of time.
you narrow your eyes at him, "you're acting weird."
"i took both of bokuto's jerseys home and accidentally turned them pink."
and also running out of excuses.
your eyes widen, "oh no."
but luckily you seem to believe him.
"yeah i was doing laundry but then a pink sock got stuck in the white load," akaashi explains, hand rubbing the back of his neck with an apologetic smile. "would you be able to go to the grocery store and buy detergent to fix it?"
"is there a kind of detergent to fix things like that?"
how would he know? neither of you even own pink socks.
"i'm not too sure," the boy thinks. "but this has happened before to other people i'm sure there has to be something.
you nod before moving to slide your shoes back on, "i'll just go and see if there's anything to help."
akaashi lets out a sigh of relief, "okay awesome."
but as you put on your shoes you pause. your fingers stop lacing up your strings and at look back up at akaashi.
"what?" he blinks. "is something wrong?"
"it's not laundry day."
"i ran the load early because he has a match tomorrow."
"bokuto's team doesn't even wear white they wear black."
"it's a special charity game."
"but neither of us own pink socks."
"bo does he gave it to me on accident and i put it in the load."
akaashi gives himself a mental pat on the back.
"you're being weird keiji," you mumble not missing the slight triumphant grin on his face.
"just a little panicked from the cake- i mean laundry incident."
fuck.
"cake?" you question, standing up after putting on your shoes. "what do you mean cake?"
"just a slip up," he reassures. "i mean the laundry load, i'm just still a little tense after turning his jerseys pink ya know? he's gonna kill me when he finds out, no his team will kill him if they find out."
the oven timer goes off.
"fuck," the boy whispers.
you turn back to your boyfriend, arms crossed, "okay stop lying to me what's going on."
and akaashi caves, "i tried to bake a cake for your birthday and it's not finished yet and i wanted to have enough time to make it perfect for you."
your heart swells, "thank you for doing that. that's so sweet of you."
"i wanted it to be a surprise," he sighed. "i followed the recipe and everything."
"i'm sure you did kei," you giggle as his hands find their way to your hips pulling you closer.
"i'm sorry for lying," he mumbles.
"it's okay," you smile, standing up on your toes to press a quick kiss to his lips. "i know you meant well."
and he leans down to kiss you again, your hands threading through the hair at the nape of his neck. he tastes like red velvet cake, it makes you smile.
his eyes widen as he pulls away from you, resting his forehead against yours.
"shit i'm gonna burn the cake."
you can't help but laugh, "gotta go save it and make sure your effort doesn't go to waste."
but instead, he looks down at you and presses a kiss to your forehead, "happy birthday darling. and then another one to your cheek. "i love you so much."
"i love you too," you whisper as his lips meet yours once more. but you pull away a lot sooner than he'd like. "hurry up and get the cake i don't want the fire alarm going off."
and he only smiles, "okay darling," before kissing your forehead one more time and running back to the kitchen.
you follow not too closely behind popping your head into the kitchen to see akaashi pulling out the cake. he smiles apologetically at you as your eyes widen at the mess. "sorry," he mumbles.
but you walk up to him and smile, "it's okay," you nod. "we can clean it together."
he laughs, "you'd wanna spend your birthday cleaning."
"as long as it's with you, i'm happy."
that made his heart swell.
"well in that case, would you like to help me make the frosting? i haven't started yet."
you giggle at his request.
"anything for you darling."
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heheheh it’s my birthday and i’ve officially been on tumblr for over a year woot woot
thanks for reading!! spare reblogs for the birthday girl? haha <33
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christeningsakusa · 4 hours ago
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[hq boys] their favorite place you rest your head
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the classic head on shoulder gets them everytime. your hand ever so gently grasping onto their bicep like you are asking for him to protect you- makes his heart soar with pride. will not move an inch while you rest no matter how tired his arm gets.
ᥫ᭡ iwazumi, bokuto, USHIJIMA, kyotani
laying your head on their chest is their favorite. you’ll often listen to their heart beat and drift off to sleep- he’ll be following you soon because the weight of your body is a comfort to them. 9/10 times he will be shirtless, and will beg you to be too just so he can feel you close.
ᥫ᭡ SAMU, hinata, kita, akaashi
you often find your head resting on their lap, and they live for it. it gives them perfect access to run their fingers through your hair or lean down and give your temple a kiss. likes it when you doze off so they can take a picture of you for “safe keeping”
ᥫ᭡ suna, tendou, oikawa, KENMA
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smollcatart · a day ago
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Image description is from before the comic was colored/finished
Courtesy of @suculentt 💕
[ID: There is a comic strip with five panels. The first panel shows the back of Tsukishima Kei from Haikyuu, who is looking at a laptop that shows that he is on a video call with Bokuto Koutaro and Kuroo Tetsuro. The second panel shows Tsukishima, who is wearing his glasses and looking downwards and off to the side while rubbing his neck with his hand, and Yamaguchi Tadashi is carrying a basket of laundry in the background. Tsukishima is saying, "Yeah... last night Tadashi told me that he didn't love me anymore." The third panel shows Tsukishima wide-eyed and embarrassed with a slight blush, and Yamaguchi is more visible. He is still holding the basket of laundry, and he is wearing Tsukishima's uniform for the Sendai Frogs volleyball team. Yamaguchi is saying, "Tsukishima Kei! Stop that!" The fourth panel shows a close up image of Yamaguchi, who is now directly beside Tsukishima. Yamaguchi has his mouth open and eyebrows furrowed slightly, as he says, "I fell asleep without taking his glasses off for him." Tsukishima is looking downwards in the opposite direction, mumbling, "Same difference." The fifth and final panel is a wider image, showing a close up of the laptop screen that Tsukishima is using to video chat with Bokuto and Kuroo. There is a speech bubble in the middle from Yamaguchi, who says, "And! I already apologized!" On the left is a drawing of Bokuto laying on his stomach on a bed with his feet kicking in the air behind him. Resting his chin in his hand as he leans on his elbow, Bokuto is drawn with his hair down, eyes closed, and mouth in a wide, open smile. Bokuto is laughing, with the speech bubble reading, "Ha ha ha!" In the background of his half of the screen is Akaashi Keiji, wearing glasses and hiding his laughter behind his hand while he looks off to the side. On the right is a drawing of Kuroo, who has his mouth open in a wide, slanted smile and tears gathering in his eyes as he laughs at the screen. Behind Kuroo is Kozume Kenma, who is sitting on a chair with a gaming headset on, holding a controller and playing a video game on a TV in the background. Kenma is looking at the screen that Kuroo is also looking at, with raised eyebrows and a question mark drawn beside his face. /End description]
Five additional images are close ups of the comic
Would you want me to put a separate post for the comic by itself? Lmk 💗
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sugamintchocochip · 6 hours ago
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Haikyuu as Christmas clichés
Pairing : Suga, Osamu, Akaashi and Oikawa
warning : not proofread but else n/a
a/n : for @faetarou ’s Xmas event :)
word count : 1.3 k
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Sugawara will make hot chocolate - extra marshmallows - for the both of you as you watch a Christmas movie. You and Suga had plenty of sleepovers together already. But none of them beat Christmas night. It was your first year living together, and being both in college well, you couldn’t exactly afford a grand party with turkey, a huge tree with shining lights or a way out of price Christmas present. But that doesn’t mean that you weren’t going to celebrate the holiday. In contrary. You just opted for a less expensive option. Suga had put you in charge of finding the perfect Christmas movie while he would be making the typical Christmas drink. Hot chocolate. “Koshi! Don’t forget about the marshmallows and the candy canes!” “Y/n, I feel offended, who do you think I am?” You were already settled on the small couch when your boyfriend entered the living room with the two hot drinks. “Ah! It’s too hot!” “Blow on it or wait a bit dummy!” The sweet beverages in hand and the fuzzy blanket thrown over your two bodies as you were nuzzled against each other felt like everything was perfect. None of your worries existed at the present moment. It was just the two of you and the movie. “Really y/n? Home Alone? Again? We watch it every year….” “Hey! It’s a good and typical Christmas movie! Appreciate it a little,” “I did the first two times!” At the end of the night, the cups of hot chocolates were empty. The marshmallows had all been eaten. The skies outside were dark and the snow was falling onto the ground. The two lovers had fallen asleep as the clock hit midnight. This year had been their first Christmas living together. And it would surely not be the last.
Osamu will bake gingerbread cookies with you. He is good at cooking, no one can deny that fact. But baking was a whole other thing. Even if he tried, he couldn’t make anything right. Or it would be too burnt or undercooked. Too sugary or not enough. Too dry or too moist. And yet, here he was, in the kitchen, Christmas music playing on the small radio placed on the messy counter, baking gingerbread cookies along with you. They would probably taste horrible, after all, you did add too much molasses and accidentally forget to put an egg - “It’s the recipe‘s fault for not being clear enough!” Osamu says - in it. But it didn’t matter for you two at the present moment. It’s cheesy, really, and somehow you both didn’t mind, even if you constantly made fun of those cheesy couples you see in shows on TV, you’ll just make fun of yourselves the next day, you think. The cookies were in the oven, their smell spreading throughout your shared apartment. The icings were waiting in little bowls, ready to be put on the pastries, and the sprinkles were all over the counter top, the reason being that the lid was open when it fell on the ground. There was flour everywhere in the most imaginable places and somehow, some dough landed on the fridge. “Time to clean up Samu!” “But can’t we just call Sakusa? ’M sure he’ll accept to clean the kitchen for us,” “we’re not calling your brother’s teammate just to clean this fiasco babe”. After cleaning, you got the cookies out — which turned out a bit burnt— and decorated them. They turned out ugly and weird looking. They didn’t taste very good either. But as you ate them, all cuddled up to Osamu’s side while watching a movie, all these didn’t matter. All you could taste in your mouth was the taste of love and memories you’ll forever remember and cherish.
Akaashi will bring you to a market. It’s Christmas Eve, the air outside is cold, freezing even. And somehow, you managed to forget to wear a scarf. You were waiting for your boyfriend, Keiji, to join you in front of the little Christmas market for your date. And to say you weren’t cold would be a lie. You were shaking and trembling, clacking teeth and hugging yourself, trying to find warmth. You suddenly felt two arms around your neck and soft lips on the crown of your head. You immediately knew who it was. “Hey Keiji” “hey darling. Sorry if I was a tad late. I couldn’t find that Christmas sweater you gave me a few days ago.” You smiled as he puts your hand in his pocket, holding it at the same time. You walked for a bit, admiring the lights that were illuminating the dark winter night and all the kind of different stands, when you felt yourself being pulled backwards slightly. You looked behind you only to see that Akaashi had stop and was staring at a particular stand. A scarf stand. Of course he’d realized your neck was freezing, he did knew you like the back of his hand after all. “Wait for me here love I’ll be back in a second” he says as he lets go of your hand. You watch him walking toward the stand, take his purse and get a 10$ bill out of it, handing it to the old woman working there as he points towards the one he thinks you’ll like the most - which of course, he gets right. You do prefer this one over all the others -. When he comes back, he puts the piece of clothing around your neck now clad (thankfully). “I know what you’re thinking about y/n, no I won’t let you pay me back. Think of this as one of your Christmas present.” “What’s the other one?” “You’ll see later....”. He takes your hand again but instead of putting it in his pocket, he holds it firmly and starts to walk at a fast pace. You wondered where he was taking you but didn’t voice out your question, trusting him and liking the suspense. He finally stops to an end at the giant Christmas Tree of the market. He takes a moment to look in your eyes before cupping your cheek and kissing your candy cane flavoured lips. “Merry Christmas y/n.”
Oikawa likes to decorate the Christmas tree with you. It’s romantic, he says. Or, so he thought. Most of Oikawa’s dating experiences came from cheesy love shows or shoujou mangas he read. He never knew how much of a pain choosing the tree — who couldn’t be too tall or too small — and the ornaments — which had to be all assorted — was. Oh and don’t get him started on actually decorating it. The two of you couldn’t seem to agree where the ornaments were supposed to go and be placed. So he tried putting on some music to lighten the mood up but of course, his speaker broke and his phone ran out of battery. He got annoyed when you accidentally broke a decoration and started whining while arguing with you. “Y/nnnn~ be more careful! These were expensive,” “well the accident would’ve been avoided if I hadn’t tripped on your charger!” “Not my fault you weren’t watching where you were going!” But all of that was forgotten by both of you when you were seated on his shoulders, putting the star at the end of the tree. Yes, Oikawa had gotten needles in his fingers all night. And yes, you did argue here and there when you could’ve spent a more wonderful and joyful night. But, as Oikawa was holding you so you wouldn’t fall off him, it didn’t matter. Hearing you laugh happily and proudly when you successfully placed the shining star was all that he needed. It was so much better than Jingle Bell Rock. Sure, this night wasn’t like in his series or his mangas. And it wasn’t a scene out of a romance movie. But it was enough for the two of you to be happy. “Wow. We really did a crappy job with that tree.” “It does look weird, yeah.” “It’s your fault Tooru.” "NU-HUH IT WASNT!”
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Reblogs are appreciated :)
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hinatawa · 2 days ago
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flora x akaashi week 2021 🍾 day two — friends.
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"i can see you," akaashi tells you through the phone, and you nearly do a 360 spin before you spot him two levels down.
"oh, there," you speak, raising your hand to wave at him. weaving through avid sports fans and team enthusiasts, you shuffle over to his set and pocket your phone. you look out into the court with raised eyebrows. "wow. good seats. where'd you get these again?"
"i know someone," he says cryptically, gesturing for you to sit.
you do, and look around. "so this is the side of the... what's that? a coyote?"
"a jackal. onigiri?" he asks, opening a plastic bag. "it's all tuna mayo, though."
"oh, yes please," you say, plucking one of the warm rice balls and gingerly unwrapping it. "thanks for letting me come with, by the way. for some reason, my editor insisted on covering this story."
"don't worry about it," akaashi says, getting his own rice ball. "it's really no problem. i go to a lot of these anyway and happened to have a spare ticket."
you take a bite. "still, i—oh my god, this is delicious."
his mouth twitches into a soft line that doesn't seem like one, but the joy is obvious from behind his glasses. "right? the stall that sells this is at every msby game. half the reason why i come to these things."
you stare at the onigiri with awe. "where can i get more of this? are they in tokyo?"
he shakes his head. "nope. hyōgo."
"i'd go to every game, too, if i could get these," you declare, taking another bite.
akaashi nods and the announcer's voice blares through the speakers.
"akaashi!" a hulking figure of a man with a number 12 jersey yells merrily as he bounds over to the side of the court. you watch him engulf your friend a hug, and akaashi's only response is a hello, bokuto-san and a light pat on the man's back. "thanks for watching! how was i?"
"normal," akaashi responds, and you flash him an incredulous look. normal? did you watch the same game? you vividly remember the man receive a ball with his chest.
"i know, right?!" number 12 says with a beam.
akaashi clears his throat. "oh, bokuto-san, i'd like you to meet my friend." he does the introductions, and you bow.
"nice to meet you," you say with a smile. "thank you for the tickets!"
"no problem," bokuto says with a thumbs up. "did you enjoy the game?"
"i did! although akaashi had to explain a lot of things; i'm not very good with volleyball."
"he's very good at explaining." bokuto nods, a thoughtful look on his face.
"oh yeah, how do you know so much about volleyball, anyway?" you ask, turning to akaashi. "you never told me."
akaashi clears his throat. "i used to play. in high school."
"he was a setter!" bokuto adds.
your mouth forms into an 'o' and you nod. "i see!"
"akaashi-san!" a smaller, bokuto-like man comes up, this time in a 21 jersey with bright, orange hair. "are you coming to dinner with us?!"
you chew on your bottom lip; you didn't realize akaashi had plans after. you only assumed that you two would have dinner together.
"i actually have plans," he responds. "i told bokuto-san i can join you guys tomorrow."
"oh, okay, sure." the bright boy spots you. "hi! are you a friend of akaashi-san's?"
"yes," akaashi replies for you. he introduces you around five more times that night, while bokuto introduces you for around twelve.
"volleyball, huh?" you say, twirling your fork into your pasta. the well-lit italian restaurant you'd both decided on was abuzz with chatter. "never would've pegged you as the type."
"really?" he asks, scooping up some risotto. "what club did you think?"
"definitely a literature club."
"you can't use my job as a basis."
you roll your eyes. "fine. like a writing club."
"that's kind of like the same thing."
"but it's so you, though!" you lean forward and prep a bite of your pasta. "i bet you won't be able to guess my club."
he thinks while you chew. "is it a sports club?"
"no clues," you say, wiping at your mouth with a napkin.
"writing?"
you roll your eyes.
"something about books."
you raise an eyebrow.
"i give up."
"dance," you answer, and his eyebrows shoot up.
"really?"
you laugh, and the light of the restaurant is warm and inviting.
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day one — #🍾: flokaashi week — day three
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adoringhaikyuu · 5 months ago
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omg could we get oikawa suna and akaashi for the “using me for my body” prank? totally ok if not just remember to take care of yourself and thank you :)
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YOU JOKINGLY ASK THEM IF THEY'RE USING YOU FOR YOUR BODY | 3
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CHARACTERS: akaashi + oikawa + suna + (gn!reader)
WARNINGS: steamy things but not too bad, more suggestive than anything
NOTES: ur so sweet omg <3
PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE
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akaashi:
akaashi was just so sweet to you, you couldn't help but tease him now and then
you honestly wondered how he put up with you sometimes
but he liked to call you out sometimes, it was his love language
and you wondered how he would react if you asked him so, you did
you had been lazily making out for a while now, your leg thrown over his lap on the couch as he leaned into you. he trailed his kisses to your neck, his tongue lazily swiping along your skin, making you even needier, but you had a task to focus on.
you brought a hand up to pull his hair and he sighed, his hand gripping your waist tighter as he pulled you closer. "keiji––" your voice was breathy and quiet.
he kept his head tucked into your neck, "yes, love?"
you licked your lips, "are you...using me for my body?"
he pulled away from you gently, a furrow between his brows as he looked you in the eyes. "what? of course not, why––why do you think that?" he took your hands and his and looked at you earnestly, "i promise that i love you for you, i would never––" he trailed off when he noticed you fighting off a smile. he quirked a brow and you pursed your lips, deciding the joke had lasted long enough.
you put a hand on his cheek, "well it's good to know you care, but i was just joking babe."
he looked at you deadpanned, "you're the worst sometimes, you know that?"
you smiled, "but you love me."
he rolled his eyes and shook his head, an exasperated smile on his face before he pulled you on top of him, "get over here," his lips ghosted over your neck, "i wasn't finished."
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oikawa:
oikawa was such a tease all the time
you couldn't help but get back at him
and you knew he was dramatic as hell so you just had to do this
his lips trailed along your thighs as he inched higher and higher, his hands grazing the undersides sending tingles through your body. you brought a hand down to push his hair back and he hummed, a hint of a smirk on his lips as he continued to kiss your soft skin.
you bit your lip to hide your mischievous smile. "tooru?" he hummed again. "are you using me for my body?"
he was in the middle of sucking a hickey into your skin and pulled away with a comically loud sucking noise. he froze in his spot for a few seconds before sitting up abruptly and finally looking you in the eye. "what?! why on earth would you think that?! baby?!" he put his hands on your thighs, everything about his movements, frantic and concerned and you couldn't help but laugh.
he was still looking at you, confused when you calmed down. "was just joking babe," you smiled cheekily, "doesn't feel good being teased, does it?"
your smile slowly slid off as his eyes narrowed into slits, an almost sadistic smirk making its way to his face as he leaned back down. "i think you'll be able to answer that question better when i'm done with you."
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suna:
suna was also such a tease, edging you over and over
teasing you in public to make you squirm
all while that stupid, very hot smirk was on his face
so you had to get him back
you had just gotten out of the shower and made your way to the kitchen, passing suna on the couch. you knew he'd follow you, he wouldn't be able to resist, especially if you were practically naked.
you felt his arms circle around your waist from behind, before his lips started trailing along your neck. he inhaled your scent, biting your skin playfully, "mm showered without me?"
you nodded and he reached for the towel, making you smirk to yourself before placing your hands on his, stopping him. "rin...are you using me for my body?"
you couldn't even feel him breathe behind you, that's how much he froze. he took his hands away and let out a quiet "what?"
you turned around to see him standing there, a serious look in his eyes. "is that seriously what you think?"
choosing to look at the floor instead, you bit your lip and nodded sheepishly. in all honesty, you were trying not to smile or laugh.
after a few seconds of silence, he stepped closer to you and placed a hand under your chin to tilt your head up. "i'm giving you one last chance to to be honest." he leaned in until your lips were barely grazing, his eyes piercing yours.
you sighed almost exasperated and looked up, "this isn't fair you know, how come you never fall for anything?"
he looked you up and down once, "you know that wasn't very nice of you to joke around like that." he tilted his head and moved in even closer, making your breath hitch. "think you need to make it up to me, hm?"
you nodded, almost entranced by the way he was looking at you and he smirked. "so good for me."
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moonbieee · 2 months ago
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BokuAka as Rivals
✨ Royalty AU
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✨ Canonverse
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✨ Childhood friends
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✨ Angel vs Devil
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✨ Celebrities AU
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✨ Athletes
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✨ Office
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✨ Trouble maker vs goodie two shoes
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✨ College AU
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✨ BokuAka as Lovers 💛
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Made all these for prompt poster for @/bkakrivalsweek a fanweek event on Twitter 💛
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volleychumps · 3 months ago
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Heyy! Can you do one where Osamu, kuroo, akaashi and Tsukishima, say something mean to their s/o and their s/o avoids them for days? When they finally get ahold of their s/o, their s/o just sorta cries because it hit their insecure spot? Fluff in the end🥺
Listen, I can’t not write this. 
Irrevocable Words. 
- the one in which they accidentally make you give them the silent treatment because of their lashing out. -
~ Osamu Miya, Kuroo Tetsurou, Akaashi Keiji, and Tsukishima Kei~ 
TW: Cursing, angst to fluff, timeskip! for Osamu, 
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Osamu Miya
“Those are important files, ya know?” 
“Samu, I’m sorry. You should’ve told me you needed last month’s earnings and I would’ve looked for them before we came this morning.” The hand you tried to settle onto Osamu’s bicep was shaken off as your movements faltered. 
Your voice wobbled at the sight of your stoic fiance, an annoyed glint in his eye as he rummages through his files. Osamu felt a flare in his stomach, a lack of sleep contributing to his impatient state. The day had been a busy one, Osamu deciding that he needed this particular file for his business call tomorrow before the two of you headed home for the night. 
“I told ya not to move anything back to the place.”
“I didn’t.” You bit the inside of your cheek. “Here, just let me help-” 
“Don’t touch a goddamn thing, I’ll do it myself.” There it was. The lashing out that was bound to happen occurred with a pointed tongue as he refused to look at you, rummaging through his file cabinets. “As I do everything else.” 
He closes the cabinet sharply. “The least ya could do is try your best not to be a nuisance-” 
Osamu flinches at the slam of one of the office desk drawers, chest sinking when he sees the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. The paper he needed is thrown on the desk carelessly as you shove your jacket on, wetness slipping down your cheeks.
“And I’m not your goddamn secretary. I’m heading home first.” 
“Y/N-” 
“And don’t worry, I promise I’ll manage to do this by myself somehow.” Your voice cracks bitterly, the bell by the door jingling mockingly in Osamu’s ears as you exit, the chef hanging his head with a sigh and regret tinging his chest.
He was wrong to pray this would blow over, not expecting to wake without your warmth by his side. You avoided him on the way to the restaurant, cleaning quietly while giving vague answers to his questions, shifting out of his attempts to embrace you with apologies. 
Deciding to give you space, he softly tells you to take the next few days off, unprepared for the tired look you had given him, simply nodding in response as you slipped into your side of the bed with your back turned to him.
“Where’s your pretty girlfriend?” 
“Fiance.” Osamu forces a smile at his two elderly regulars two days later, the wife’s smile widening at his correction. 
“Oho! Cherish each other while you youths still can, she really does brighten this place up, doesn’t she?” 
You do.
Osamu’s eyes feel hot as he does a messy job of cleaning up the restaurant, closing up shop early and stopping by your favorite bakery to pick up the ridiculously expensive cake he only ever buys for your birthday. 
Throwing the door open to your shared apartment hastily, you gasp at the gray-haired man’s sudden entry, dropping the spoon you were about to use to taste the dish you were making on the stove.
“Samu, y-you’re home early-” 
“What’s all this?” He tries to steady his breaths at the sight of a nicely prepared table, something you hardly ever got to share ever since the night shifts overtook your lives and caused a rift between the two of you. 
You’re silent for a second, looking away from his warm stare as you shift under his gaze. 
“...I miss you.” Dark eyes widen when you begin to hiccup over your words, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. “But I didn’t wanna be a nusciance-”
“Oh god, darlin’ no.” You’re pulled tightly into his chest as you cry, whole body shaking with tremors as Osamu’s inner turmoil merely increases.
If Osamu could go back in time and punch himself he would, unknowing of the torment he caused you over the past few days, thinking you just needed space. 
“I want to marry ya Y/N, I’m so sorry.” 
“I love you so much Samu.” You sniffle into his chest, causing him to smile softly, a hand sifting through your hair to hold you tighter to him. 
“I brought cake.” 
You laugh through the onslaught of tears. 
“And I made dinner.” 
“Then what are we waitin’ for?” 
“Just hold me like this for awhile?”
“Y/N.” He kisses the top of your head, finally feeling at ease with your figure in his arms. Osamu whispers a confession he hardly shared with you, wanting those words in particular to be special as he bridged the gap between the two of you.
“I love ya so much more, don’t you go forgettin’ it.”
Kuroo Tetsurou
“I said I was sorry!” 
“Is sorry supposed to just fix everything, Tetsurou?” 
“Tetsurou? Are you seriously withholding me from my nickname privileges?” 
You cross your arms at his attempt to make you laugh, thoroughly angry with the mess your boyfriend made of things as his smile fades at your peeved stare. 
“Look, what was I supposed to do?” 
“How about not leaving my parents waiting for you at the restaurant that you invited them to for another one of your spontaneous volleyball practices?” 
“I texted you I had to cancel!” 
“That was a half hour before we were supposed to meet, Kuroo! They were so excited to meet you they got there early. God, why can’t you ever take things seriously?” 
“You’re right.” A bitter chuckle slips Kuroo’s lips as you falter at the sudden tone change, the volleyball gym seeming bigger than ever as his next sentence makes your lips tremble.
“Since I can’t ever take things seriously, then I must not need my serious girlfriend then, right?” Your eyes widen. “I can just find somebody else who won’t fucking hound me all the time.”
His cat-like eyes widen as the words slip his tongue, unintentionally coming out crueler than he intended. To make it worse, you simply stayed silent, your body physically backing down and away from him as you turned on your heel. 
“Wait, I didn’t-” 
“Do it then.” His chest just about shatters as your shoulders tremble, refusing to turn back around as your voice takes on an uncharasterically defeated tone. “I hope they make you fucking happy.” 
Kuroo runs a hand through his raven hair frustratedly at the way you rushed out of the gym, throwing a stray ball so hard at the wall before his vision becomes skewed with heat. 
He should have expected the next week to be utter hell. You left class before he could catch you by escaping to the bathroom with all your things, leaving school another way instead of the exit you always took together before he had to start club activities. 
“Kenma, what are you doing?” 
“You can’t come in here.” 
“I’m missing class for this. Let me through.” 
“She doesn’t want to see you.” Kenma shrugged, eyes on his handheld. “I told her I’d watch the door so you can’t surprise her during our breaktime.” 
“I’m her boyfriend. And you’re not her guarddog.” 
“No, I’m her friend.” Kenma’s eyes narrow at his childhood friend. “And last time I checked, you’re on the search for someone who isn’t her.” 
“So she told you.” 
“Dick move, by the way.” 
Kuroo’s calls go straight to voicemail, his emotions affecting his playing with each passing day. He leaves little notes in your shoe locker to meet him, heart sinking more and more with every time you stood him up. 
And it wasn’t until he saw you smiling again at a joke Yaku made that he truly felt like he was losing you. 
“Go home.” 
The sight wasn’t one you were expecting to see, Kuroo sitting on the steps to your house with his hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets, the dark bags under his eyes sparking worry within you. 
“It’s probably better if my parents don’t see you-” 
“I’m sorry.” His eyes seem to have lost a little of their glint, regret swimming in the tall boy’s pupils as your guard softens. “I’m so goddamn sorry I ran my mouth and said shit I didn’t even mean-” 
“Tetsurou-” 
“And I hurt you in the process. I hurt the one thing that matters to me the most, and I’m sitting here playing the creepy ex that stalks the girl he loves-” 
“You love me?”
“Doesn’t matter, does it? You’re done with me, and I deserve it-” 
He’s cut off with the sight of tears hitting the wood in front of him, lifting his head to see tears streaking down your cheeks. On instinct, he reaches out softly, rising to his feet to cup your cheek, astonished when you curl into his touch. 
“I’m so fucking mad at you right now.” 
“Noted.” Kuroo laughs somberly, a wave of emotion hitting him as you do something you hadn’t done in days. 
You look him in the eye, tugging him closer by the sides of his jacket. 
“But I love you too, you absolute idiot.” 
Kuroo grins into the kiss you press onto his lips, heart lifting in weight as he pulls you closer. 
“Does this mean we can go back to Tetsu?” 
“I’m going back to ignoring you-” 
“No.” Kuroo’s tone turns serious as he holds you a little tighter. “I can’t do that again.” 
You smile as he presses a kiss to your temple lovingly. 
“Being away from you was complete and utter hell, sweetheart.” 
Akaashi Keiji
“Tell me how to make this right.”
“Right, Y/N.” Akaashi refused to meet your eyes as he loosens his school tie, not slowing his pace for you to catch up with as he throws the doors open to the volleyball club. The usually put-together setter had an angry glint in his eye that silenced his awaiting teammates. “Let’s just go back in time before you agreed to be his partner.”
“Hey hey, what’s going on you two?” Bokuto jogs up, his worried tone making your lips tremble even more at the sight of Akaashi’s turned back.
“I came to you as soon as he made a move! I didn’t let him-”
“There shouldn’t have been an opportunity for him to make a move in the first place.” Akaashi’s jaw clenched as you shuffle in place.
“I didn’t do anything wrong, you think I wanted him to try to kiss me?!” You fight the waver in your voice, standing your ground. “It was a project for class. I didn’t know his intentions-“
“I told you what his intentions were, but you never listen.” Akaashi turns hastily, startling you and causing you to stumble slightly backwards into Bokuto.
“Akaashi-“
“Stop defending her. She never listens to me, and then comes crying to me when it turns out I’m right.” Akaashi snips at his best friend, ignoring the silent stares from his quiet teammates. “Why can’t you get it through your head, Y/N? I’m not your goddamn babysitter-“
“You’re right.” You interrupt, fingernails biting into your palms as you choke back a sob. “You’re not, you’re my boyfriend. I just wanted to respect you by coming to you with something like this, but it turns out I’m just a hinderance.”
Akaashi falters for a second, blue eyes widening a fraction at the angry heat that fills your eyes as regret begins to bubble in his stomach at his harsh words.
“Y/N-“
“Give me some space, Keiji.” You say softly, patting Bokuto’s arm to let you through as your shoulders sink in a defeated manner. “I promise I won’t come crying to you about anything else.”
Your steps echo as you walk out of the gym, Konoha breaking the silence first when the door shuts behind you.
“Hate to say it, but that was well-deserved, man.”
Akaashi closes his eyes, head falling back towards the ceiling as he tries to steady his breathing, pretending like he wasn’t scared of you slipping through his fingers. He willed himself to not allow himself to chase after you, his anger directed towards you fading as he forces himself to respect your wishes. 
It was obvious you were avoiding him. Akaashi had blinked when Bokuto had self-proclaimed that he needed you as his “study buddy” during breaks when you weren’t even in the same year as the owlish boy. It got worse when you seemed to panic when Akaashi willed you to talk to him, eyes refusing to meet his watery blue ones as you pushed him further away.
So he gave you your space, wilting with each passing day. It wasn’t until he accidentally bumped into you a week later, the setter turning hastily on his heel to walk in the opposite direction before a soft tug on the back of his school shirt wills him to stop. 
“Keiji.” Your wobbly voice makes him turn back around immediately, a soft palm already cupping your cheek gently. “I’m s-” 
“I’m sorry for being cruel.” The words are whispered against your forehead, Akaashi’s heartstrings tugging in the worst way possible. “I was angry at the situation, my love. And that sorry excuse you call a classmate. Please,” 
His grip tightens just a little more as he feels wet warmth drip into the palm that was cupping your face.
“Forgive me.” 
“I told you I wouldn’t come crying to you-” 
“I want it all, Y/N.” Akaashi pulls back slightly, voice cracking slightly as blue stares intensely into your irises. “I want all of you. Tears included.”
You swat his chest playfully as Akaashi manages a soft smile, hand threaded through your hair as he presses you against his chest.
“Do you still need space?” He murmurs, and you smile at the sound of his hearbeat picking up as he awaited your answer fearfully. 
“Nope. The exact opposite, please hold me?” 
His embrace relaxes immediately, and your heart skips a beat at the sound of his relieved sigh, his slight nod making the weight lift off your chest. 
“Good, now I can take care of your classmate-” 
“Keiji-”
“Nope, my love.” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, Akaashi’s eyes swirling with devotion. 
“No one gets to try anything with you so long as you’re safe with me.” 
Tsukishima Kei 
“So I’m the bad guy again.” 
“Do you want the honest answer, Kei?” You exhaustedly run a hand through your hair as Tsukishima’s scowl deepens, his long legs easily catching up with you in stride as he tugs on your wrist as the rambunctious court gets further and further away. 
“It’s not my fault you’re insecure.” 
You flinch. “Well maybe you shouldn’t let the girls in the stands cling to you after your matches. They were all over you, Tsukki! And you didn’t seem to mind it one bit.” 
“What?” Annoyance brims the blonde’s voice as he takes another step forward, clenching his jaw when he sees the quiver in your lip, distrust filling the atmosphere between the two of you. 
“Afraid that they’re prettier or better than you’ll ever be?” 
You feel as if the wind was knocked out of your lungs, breath catching in your throat at his insinuation. His guard slackens almost immediately, clicking his tongue before turning away, too proud to apologize for the words he regretted as soon as they slipped his tongue like venom. 
“Yeah.” You laugh humorlessly, making brown eyes dart over to your expression immediately. “You’re 100% correct. I am afraid you’ll find someone better than me in all aspects. Because I love you, you absolute asshole. Is that what you wanted to hear?” 
The silence that befalls the two of you in the deserted hall is broken when you flinch away when Tsukishima tries to take a step towards you. 
“I didn’t-” 
“You never mean to do anything, Kei.” You say in a hushed tone, turning your back on him in an attempt to shield the hot tears slipping down your cheeks. “But you somehow always manage to.” 
The win for Karasuno didn’t mean much to the blonde that night, hoping that this would just go away and things would be back to normal. However, it was anything but. You didn’t look his way once in class, disappearing when it was over. Your voice trembled as you had avoided his seemingly stoic eyes through his frames, simply stating that you wished for some time away from him. 
He was fine. Or at least pretending to be on the outside. In truth, he would never find better, because you were it for him, words that you would never catch slipping his mouth. So he put on a front, pretending that your absence had zero effect on him whatsoever. Pretending the brush of your body against him in the hall as you pass each other didn’t make the blonde want to cave. 
It was the smile you shot at Hinata during one of your breaks that caused him to. The first glint in your eye in awhile, and it had been caused by him of all people, prompting the tall middle blocker to tug you by the forearm into the corridor.
“Tsukishima-” 
“I hate this.” 
You falter for a second, guard back up in a flash as your back touches the wall. “What did I do?” 
“You didn’t do anything, and it’s pissing me off.” 
“I don’t follow-” 
“I was wrong.” His forehead touches your shoulder as you stiffen before relaxing against his familiar touch. “I don’t care how many times I have to apologize. You win, okay? I’m sorry.” 
“This is a rather aggressive apology-” 
“Y/N.” Tsukishima lifts his head so it’s level with your height, unprepared for the way tears brimmed your eyes at the proximity, your guard diminishing. 
“What if you do find someone better one day, Tsukki?” Your voice cracks, inner fears trickling to the surface. “Do I need to prepare myself to lose you-?” 
You gasp as Tsukishima’s jaw ticks before kissing you intensely, his hand touching your lower back to pull you closer. 
“No. You don’t need to do something stupid like that.” His eyes were slightly glaring at you, a flush across both his cheeks. “Because there is no one better than you, okay?” 
It was your turn for heat to flood your cheeks as your eyes widen a fraction, his breath tickling your ear as you stutter. “Kei-” 
“I love you too. I said it, are you satisfied now?”  
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magicmooshka · 3 months ago
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bokuto is instantly struck with double emo mode (first because he isn’t the team crush, and second because he apparently has competition for akaashi)
part of my team crush series!
[nekoma]
[seijoh]
[karasuno]
[shiratorizawa]
[inarizaki]
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bokuakafluffysowlmates · 3 months ago
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What’s a soulmate?
“It’s a…it’s a well it’s like a best friend but more.”
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“It’s the one person who knows you better than anyone else.”
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“It’s someone who makes you a better person.”
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“Actually, they don’t make you a better person, you do that yourself…because they inspire you.”
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“It’s the one person who knew you and accepted you, believed in you before anyone else did or when no one else would.”
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“And no matter what happens,”
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“You’ll always love them.”
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“Nothing can ever change that.”
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@bokuakaweek2021
Day 10: Free Day
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shikidrawdraw · 3 months ago
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bro i saw @amezure say that one meme was timeskip akaashi and i was like shdkfjashjfads i could not stop thinking about it
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ozetia · 3 months ago
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ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜᴜ ʙᴏʏꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴜʀʙᴀᴛᴇ
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18+ ᴠɪꜱᴜᴀʟꜱ ʟɪɴᴋꜱ
ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ-ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜱᴋɪᴘ
ᴏʀɢᴀꜱᴍ ᴅᴇɴɪᴀʟ - ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ, ʏᴀᴍᴀɢᴜᴄʜɪ, ᴀᴋᴀᴀꜱʜɪ, ᴋɪᴛᴀ
ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ɪꜱ ꜱᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴɢʀʏ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ʀᴜɴꜱ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴜʀᴛʜ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ. ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴅᴇꜱᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴘʀᴇ-ᴄᴜᴍ ʀᴜɴꜱ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ, ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʟᴀx ꜱᴏ ʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜɪꜱ ᴍɪɴᴅ. ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ɢʀᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱQᴜɪʀᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱᴜʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʟɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛɪᴛꜱ ʙᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ʜᴇʟᴘᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʀɪᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ. ʜᴇ ᴡɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴜꜱʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ. ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴜꜱᴄʟᴇꜱ ᴛɪɢʜᴛᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟᴏᴡ ɢʀᴏᴡʟ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʜɪꜱ ᴄʟɪᴍᴀx ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴇᴅɢᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙʟᴏᴡ ʜɪꜱ ᴍɪɴᴅ, ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ꜰɪʟᴍ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇɴᴅ ɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ.
ᴜꜱᴇ ᴀ ᴘɪʟʟᴏᴡ - ᴅᴀɪᴄʜɪ, ᴛᴇɴᴅᴏ, ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ, ᴋᴀɪ
ʜᴇ ‘ʙᴏʀʀᴏᴡᴇᴅ’ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘɪʟʟᴏᴡ ᴄᴀꜱᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ꜱᴍᴇʟʟꜱ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ. ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ. ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ʙᴏxᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰꜰ ʜᴇ ʀᴜɴꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘɪʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ, ʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʟᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪʟʟᴏᴡ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ. ᴄʟᴏꜱɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴇʟᴠᴇᴛʏ ᴡᴀʟʟꜱ ꜱᴘʟɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀᴄᴄᴜꜱᴛᴏᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ. ʜɪꜱ ʜɪᴘꜱ ᴘʟᴜɴɢᴇ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪʟʟᴏᴡ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴇʀᴄɪʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴘᴀᴄᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪᴍᴀʟ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ. ʜɪꜱ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜɪᴛᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇꜱ ʜɪꜱ ʟɪᴍɪᴛ ᴄᴜᴍ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴ ᴘɪʟʟᴏᴡ, ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀꜱʜ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ɴᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴀꜱ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.
ꜰʟᴇꜱʜ-ʟɪɢʜᴛ/ ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ-ᴘᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛ - ʟᴇᴠ, ᴋᴇɴᴍᴀ, ꜱᴜɴᴀ, ꜱᴜɢᴀᴡᴀʀᴀ
ʏᴏᴜ ɢɪꜰᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ-ᴘᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛ ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʜᴏʀɴʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴀᴍɪɴᴀ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪʟꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ʀᴀɪʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ. ᴇʏᴇɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ-ᴘᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ʜᴇ ᴘɪᴄᴋꜱ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏꜱɪᴛʏ ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢɪꜰᴛᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ᴅᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ꜱᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀʀᴍ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪᴛ ʙᴇ. ᴘʟᴀᴄɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ɪᴛ ɪɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ ꜱᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ ꜰᴏʀ 15 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ɪᴛ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴄᴜɴᴛ. ɪɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴘᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ-ᴘᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴅᴀʏʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀʀᴏᴜꜱɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜɪꜱ ʜɪᴘꜱ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ꜱᴛᴜᴛᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴀꜱ ʀᴏᴘᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴜᴍ ᴅʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴀꜱ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴜɴᴛ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴꜱ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴘᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ꜰᴏʀ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.
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eatmyson · 4 months ago
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i started playing genshin with the japanese voice over and this is all i could think about... (sorry the last three are only sketches so far)
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adoringhaikyuu · 15 days ago
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hq boys who kiss your forehead, nose and your lips before sliding it in for the first time <3:
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iwaizumi + oikawa + akaashi + bokuto + asahi + daichi + hinata + sugawara + tanaka + yamaguchi + kuroo + aone + sakusa + tendou
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