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Sugar,Honey,Ice,Tea

pairings: miya atsumu x reader

genre: fluffish crack

BAAM!

exhaustion fills his body as the practice match was finally over. atsumu grinned as he got his 3rd service ace in a row in which resulted them winning the match. grabbing a water bottle so that he can get rid of the thirst, he wonders about you.

wondering what you were doing at this moment, were you doing that cute little pout he grown to love, were you doing that little dance when you accomplish something or were you napping in which you snore like a bear who missed its hibernation, he snickered at that thought but then followed by a lovestruck sigh that made osamu gag.

glaring at his obnoxious twin, who he claims is the uglier one, he was about to make a witty quip but is suddenly interrupted by a call of his name.

"TSUMU!"

he turned his head quickly to the direction of the voice in which he regretted that idiotic move but damn it all, all he thinks about is you, that is running towards him with that bright smile that washes away all the exhaustion from his body.

"Y/N!"

giving his teammates a smug look that made them roll their eyes he then moved towards you like a child recieving candy.

"TSUMU!"

finally i can receive those damned cuddles

"Y/N!"

we should nap for a bit though

"TSUMUU!"

or study since exams are coming

"Y/NN!"

nah we should just nap

"TSUMU!!"

he flinched at the sudden change of your tone. looking at your form, he was faced by wrath itself, glaring at him, if looks could kill then he would be a dead man.

suddenly aware that you were running towards him like wolf finding its prey, he made a sudden 180, now both of you were chasing like children.

thanking his long legs that made him run faster for a bit but then he remembered they just finished a match, he just remembered he was exhausted. the faiths must be shitting on him right now as he suddenly tripped over his own legs, in which has given you the opportunity to tackle him to the ground.

"DID YOU STOLE MY PUDDING?!"

"ugh, what? ouch fuck, get off of my back"

"I SAID DID YOU STOLE MY FUCKIN PUDDING?!"

"what puddi- oh"

"OH?!"

"calm down babe, i-i'll buy ya a new one?"

"THAT WAS THE LAST ONE, THEY WERE LIMITED"

"well too bad the- hey what are ya doin- OUCH STOP THAT, SAMU HELP"

clutching on their stomachs while laughing their asses off at the scene that just happened especially osamu that is on the ground wheezing.

"did ya get that on cam?", osamu asked suna as he wiped his tears.

"hell yes"

hey hey hey, lmaoo, just a random thought, wanna try making fanfics

was inspired by this scene

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INARIZAKI BOYS | YAKUZA AU

Choose your path, choose your faith. Are you willing to diving deep in to the underworld, for him?

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©一边航来一遍拍

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Rest easy Legend. We'll miss you 💔

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i finally did it. i finally made a video of some of my favorite spongebob quotes in the whole series. i finally fucking did it

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this

lmao to see sakusa get away from me kiyoomi with gaze as sharp as knife if you probably go near him to witness miya blunt asshole extraordinaire atsumu who's annoying mouth cannot seem to close because shut the fuck up miya oh but when he does, when he does shut up, oh to witness sakusa kiyoomi seeing miya atsumu shutting up, he should be happy cause damn finally but no, no instead he's fucking worried, to see atsumu's blank look, eyebrows scrunched, eyes red for whatever fucking reason, fuck he should be happy but damn it why is he fucking bothered by miya fucking atsumu being quiet

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they’re so dumb i love them

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People who I think killed Prince Phillip

Hatsune Miku

The penguins from Madagascar

The down with the cis bus

Someone playing the call me by your name music video

Christopher Eccleston finally snapped and did it

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Tchaikovsky was inspired to create the piece, ‘Swan Lake’ after watching the film, ‘Barbie of Swan Lake (2003)’. Close friends of Tchaikovsky reported him saying it was, “one of the most emotionally thrilling and aesthetically divine” films he’d ever seen.

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sakusa = forerst green + ocean blue 

☆ “secretly reciprocated feelings over constant denial” + “ecstasy over the birth of your newborn”

☆ 3.2k event masterlist

Sakusa Kiyoomi was the dark, curly-haired boy, and your seatmate for three years. You’ve always been so drawn to him without reason. He was all sorts of things—quiet, introverted, germophobic, intimidating, and rude—yet despite all that he is, there had always been an inevitable pull from you towards him, and perhaps him towards you too? 

It was neither spoken nor clearly understood, so no one knew why you always sat next to each other—not even yourselves. You were the girl with lots of friends, and he was the type of guy who really didn’t care about the majority of the school population. He had always noticed you were quite noisy, and sometimes even stepping through boundaries he’d glare at you for crossing. 

“This seatmate of mine,” he scowls under his breath, looking at your desk in disapproval as it stuck out from the straight columns of seats.

Komori looks at his cousin as he moved your skewed desk, “then why sit beside her every year? You’re always complaining about her.”

“She’s extremely careless and untidy,” he shrugs off his bag as if he didn’t hear Komori’s question before taking his seat; and then he notices that you had left your bag unzipped on your chair. 

He rolls his eyes in annoyance, “and clumsy,” yet he reaches out to zip your bag close anyway. 

“It’s your third and last year, you still don’t know how you feel?” Komori asks his helpless cousin, about to take a seat on your empty chair but decided otherwise when Kiyoomi glares at him. 

Right at that moment, you skip inside the room, leaving the side of your friend group as you spot that your favorite pass-time had arrived.

“Oomi-oomi-kun!” You grin, taking your seat and resting your chin against your palm as you look at him. 

“What?” He asks without looking at you, which only made you chuckle. He never changes, and that’s precisely why you liked to strike up conversation with him all the time. 

“I heard that you guys are going to nationals, congratulations!” Despite you generously flashing him your smile, the masked boy continued to ignore you. 

“I really should find a better seatmate, you know, someone who responds,” you click your tongue. 

“Then change seats, seat assignments aren’t important,” Komori suggests, and at the back of his mind, he realized that it wasn’t only Kiyoomi who was helpless against their own emotions.

“I will.” 

“You say that every day,” Sakusa finally glances at you, knitting his brows when you’ve moved your seat closer to his again. “Move it,” he warned, lightly tapping the stand of your chair with his foot. 

“Why don’t you sit beside someone else then?” You stick your tongue out at him. 

“Whatever.” 

Komori sighs, wrapping his arms on both your shoulders. “Listen here,” he says, inwardly flinching when Sakusa coldly stared at his arm around your shoulder. “Oomi, you complain about y/n every day because she bothers you. Y/n, you complain about how he always ignores you; yet here you both are, voluntarily sitting beside each other for three years. Why is that?” 

“Habit, I guess,” you shrug. 

“Or maybe you like being around me, Oomi-kun?” You cheekily stick your face closer to his, and as expected of your emotionless friend, his face gives nothing away; although, Komori was quite surprised his cousin didn’t flinch away at your closeness. 

“I don’t exactly hate it.” 

You nod at his words, “yeah, I don’t hate being around you too.” 

“You guys mean you like each other, right?” 

“No!” You both deny, like you’ve always done all these years. 

__________

“Oomi?” You blink away your drowsiness, the sun seeping in through the window without blinding you; your husband’s shadow blocked the sunlight from your eyes as he sat on a chair beside your bed, carefully holding the second love of his life in his arms.

“Y/n,” he breathes out, wanting to hug you or do as much as hold your hand but his arms were occupied. “Are you okay?” 

You try to get a hold of your thoughts, still in a slight daze from your slumber. Just then, you felt the fatigue and aches inflicted on your body, but more than that, the memory of hearing your baby’s cries during the middle of the night before you passed out drowned out the pain. 

“Our baby,” you mutter, looking at him with teary eyes, and he reassuringly smiles at you, standing up to show you your baby—the proof of your love. Your tears fell down like a stream, words like ‘she’s so pretty,’ ‘she looks like you,’ and ‘baby, your mom and dad’s here,’ escaping your lips in a mixture of sobs as you held her for the first time. 

Kiyoomi sat beside you on the bed, wrapping his arms around your frame as he peppers soft kisses from your temple to your wet cheeks. “I think she looks like you though,” he whispers, lips forming into a smile when you cried harder. 

“I wonder who’s really the baby here,” he teased, rubbing your back soothingly.

“Oomi, she’s our baby.” 

For a moment, he stilled, because while that fact may have rested in both your minds for the longest time—that you were both having your first baby—it was in this moment that it truly sank in, your hearts leaping in joy, yet calm with the breath of contentment. 

He sighs with a smile as he gathered his composure, looking at you with the most affectionate gaze before he glances down at your child, softly caressing her cheek. 

“I know. And she’s got the best mom in the world.” 

“And dad,” you add, looking at him appreciatively as he stared at your child, his eyes soft. Leaning in to him, you press a kiss against his neck, Kiyoomi pulling you closer to him just in case you wanted to sleep and rest some more. 

“You’d be the best father,” you mutter, the both of you silently taking in the sight of your newborn, your pinkie grasped in its small hand. 

“You think so?” He lightly says, landing another kiss on the side of your head, and you chuckle, looking up at him. “I know so. But by the way, what’s up with us kissing so much today?” 

He rolls his eyes before slightly leaning down towards your baby, gently enclosing the baby’s hand—the hand that clasped your pinkie—in his. “We’re a family of three now, I’ve never been this full of love,” he softly says before kissing the hand of your newborn and then yours, his lips resting against your knuckles for seconds longer. 

With humor behind his eyes, he looks back at you, “there are two important women in my life now, and to think I almost let this life pass by.” 

You laugh, it was like music to his ears. “Yup, you and me both. We were really stubborn about our feelings back then.” 

“Oomi-kun, we’re graduating tomorrow.”

“I know.”

“I’ll kinda miss you. We won’t be seeing each other again?” 

“We won’t,” he says, but at the same time, he had pulled you in his arms, and weeks, months, and years after that you were still together—but not as seatmates. 

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SPECIAL GRADE SORCERER

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always and forever 1

Good morning which tiny Rintarou are you today?

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sleeping under a blanket in just your underwear when it’s cold and your blanket is warm enough to make up for it is the best fucking thing

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Bb Leo only wants to be included! 🥺

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