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Bokuto, who had recently joined MSBY and secured some well-paying sponsorships, insists on taking Akaashi on a fancy vacation.

Even before they’d started dating, Bokuto had longed to treat his best friend to something special. Akaashi deserved the best, he insisted, with how much he helped Bokuto and the rest of Fukurodani.

Now, many years later, he can finally spoil Akaashi as much as he wants!

He pays for a taxi straight from Akaashi’s apartment to the airport. When they arrive, he surprises Akaashi with a booking in the private lounge, which offers complimentary drinks, pastries, and a view of planes taxiing to and fro on the tarmac.

“Wait, Koutarou,” Akaashi’s eyes are suspicious as they settle into a small plush booth, “isn’t this place reserved for upper class passengers?”

Bokuto just grins, winking over his glass of whisky. He knows the other man wouldn’t have agreed to book First Class if he’d known in advance.

Well, too bad! He chuckles to himself.

Akaashi sighs, exasperated. “I can’t believe you,” he mutters as he takes a sip of his gin and tonic. He looks out to the runway, to where a large jet is making its approach. Bokuto watches him, taking in the man’s beautiful profile, illuminated by the setting sun.

This will be good for him. Bokuto knows it. Akaashi will push back at first—the man has always been overly careful with both his time and money. But hopefully, eventually, he’ll unwind.

[a few hours later]

“Koutarou, this is way too much.”

Bokuto sniggers as he shoulders past his boyfriend and into the hotel room. He pulls both his and Akaashi’s suitcases in after him, carefully maneuvering them to the end of the king sized bed. “Oh hush! No it’s not!”

Akaashi’s scoff turns into a gasp as he glances into the bathroom. Bokuto knows he’s seeing the giant bathtub with jets that they’re no doubt going to be taking advantage of later that night.

The room is also equipped with a large flatscreen TV, a small plush sofa and ottoman, a work desk (which Bokuto will NOT be allowing his man to use), high-end toiletries, a coffee bar (another thing Akaashi will be banned from; he needs to detox!) and a balcony with lounge chairs.

“This is bigger than my first apartment.” Akaashi sounds a bit offended. Bokuto skips over to grab his wrist to pull him deeper into the room. He points excitedly towards the large wardrobe pushed against one wall. 

“C’mon, babe, open that little door right there!”

One perfect eyebrow raised, Akaashi shrugs his backpack off before reaching to open the cupboard. He gasps again upon seeing the hidden mini bar, complete with snacks, tonic waters, and a set of crystal drink glasses.

“Oh, for crying out loud,” Akasashi snaps. But he’s immediately reaching inside for a drink, so Bokuto counts it as a victory.

[that evening]

The hotel’s rooftop restaurant and bar is bustling when they arrive. Thankfully, Bokuto had been sure to make a reservation, so they get seated immediately at the best table—tucked in the corner, with a fantastic view of the city below.

“Wow.” Akaashi gulps as they settle in. “This is…”

“Incredible? Beautiful? The best thing ever?” Bokuto wiggles his eyebrows.

“Fancy,” Akaashi corrects him. “Luxurious. EXPENSIVE.”

Bokuto shrugs, glancing down at the drink menu. “Get whatever you want, babe. It’s on me.” He ignores his boyfriend’s disgruntled huff. He is sure that eventually, Akaashi will start to relax and just let himself enjoy it.

(He’s willing to wait.)

With their drinks and food ordered, they fall into easy conversation. Bokuto watches with glee as Akaashi enthusiastically digs into his plate. The man is obviously not used to such delicacies, more accustomed to snacking on convenience store food and takeout.

“I think I like the sea urchin dish best,” Akaashi says, his rosy cheeks full of rice. As usual, a few grains have found their way onto his chin. His eyes are sparkling. 

Bokuto just grins.

[the next day]

“Koutarou, stop splashing.” 

“Sorry, babe!” Bokuto switches to a calm breast stroke as he approaches Akaashi. The resort’s pool is huge, allowing the already limited amount of guests to spread out enough to have plenty of their own space. Which is perfect—that last thing Bokuto wants his boyfriend to have to deal with this week is crowds.

Akaashi is floating lazily, elbows propped up on the edge. He glares, but there’s not much heat to it. “I could forgive you if you go find me a glass of rosé,” he says. Bokuto tuts. 

“You already had one.” Akaashi shrugs, causing Bokuto to laugh. “All right, but remember, we have that wine tasting class tonight! We don’t want you to show up to it already drunk, eh?”

Shrugging, Akaashi extends his legs. His ankles hook around Bokuto’s waist, capturing him and pulling forward. “You said this trip was for me,” Akaashi states, folding his legs further until their torsos are nearly touching. “Right?”

“Yeah, yeah. Of course.” Bokuto’s hands find the pool edge, on either side of his boyfriend, intentionally capturing him back. “Anything for you, your highness.”

They stare at each other, heat quickly building in the space between. It’s a heat that is familiar, and oh-so exciting. But also a heat that is a bit too intense for a public space.

Begrudgingly, Bokuto pulls back, shifting his focus to retrieving the drink. He feels Akaashi’s eyes on him as he climbs out of the pool. He smirks. “Later,” he mouths, and delights at how the man’s ears go red.

[later that week]

Akaashi seems like a new person when he returns from the spa.

Bokuto knew that booking a massage for his boyfriend was of the utmost importance. The man’s grueling editor job had turned his once strong, nimble frame into a mess of knots.“How was it?” Bokuto asks as his boyfriend shuffles into the room. 

“Mmm,” Akaashi replies, blinking slowly. He’s dressed in a pair of joggers and a soft linen shirt, and the resort’s complimentary slippers. He makes it to where Bokuto is reading a magazine on the small sofa.

“Mmm?” Bokuto echoes, as Akaashi lowers himself into his lap. His hands slide up Bokuto’s chest and around his neck. “Keiji?” Bokuto’s arms circle Akaashi’s middle, noticing how the man’s body is still warm from the sauna.

He stays silent for a while, as Akaashi continues to melt further into his embrace. A mop of black curls is suddenly in his face as Akaashi’s head dips low, lips finding Bokuto’s neck. “Keiji,” he breathes.

“Hmm?” Akaashi smiles against his skin, making Bokuto shiver.

“You seem relaxed,” Bokuto says, biting his bottom lip as his boyfriend shifts slightly in his lap. “And, um, cuddly.”

Akaashi nods. Slowly, he pushes himself up so that they meet gazes. He leans forward to kiss Bokuto on the nose, each cheekbone, and then, finally, his lips.

“All thanks to you, love.”

[the final day]

Bokuto awakens slowly. It’s bright, even through the thick curtains, and he hears the sound of a bird chirping just outside the window.

He turns to see Akaashi dozing next to him, spread out on his back like a starfish. The massive bed allows him to without pushing Bokuto off the mattress—a common occurrence whenever they sleep together. 

(Not that Bokuto minds much; after all, his own snoring wakes Akaashi up all the time.)

Akaashi’s cheek is pressed into the silk pillowcase. His face is calm, without tension, free of the usual furrow to his brow he often does in his sleep. Bokuto can’t help but feel proud. He successfully got Akaashi Keiji, overworked manga editor and chronic over thinker, to relax!

He might just deserve a medal.

They don't have to check out until 11am, so Bokuto plans to let his man sleep as long as he needs.

Then, one last surprise—a special brunch at the fancy French cafe next door. 

He grins, satisfied.

Maybe he won't always have the means to do this for Akaashi. Who knows what the future holds. But for now, he's going to enjoy spoiling him as much as he can.

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I totally forgot about this fic until I was looking through my WIPs this week. I know it’s random and unstructured, so apologies for that, but I didn’t just want it to trash it. SO here! If you enjoyed, please comment and share! 🥰💕

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No lies detected!!

from now on your tumblr nickname is whatever you get from this sexual identity generator  ☆

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Puzzle

Even when there’s no promised tomorrow,

I will still return to where you have once stood.

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inspo

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"Your toss is the best!!" (Stage.ver)

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I must not mock Gen Alpha. Mocking Gen Alpha is the mind killer. Mocking Gen Alpha is the little-death that brings total generational solidarity obliteration. I will engage with Gen Alpha lovingly. I will permit them to be cringe. And when they grow up I will turn my eye to their accomplishments. Where mocking has gone there will be nothing. Only generational solidarity remains

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“You never see unicorns anymore,” Crawly grumbles, watching another collection of dusty donkeys trudge into town.

“Well, obviously not,” Aziraphale replies, rolling his eyes.

Crawly directs a frown at him.

“Obviously?” he repeats, eyebrows raised in a question.

“You were there, Crawly, you know perfectly well why not.”

Crawly blinks, which doesn’t happen very often.

“You’ve lost me.”

“The Ark?” Aziraphale tries, hoping to jog Crawly’s memory. “You remember, one of Noah’s ran off, they didn’t have time to find another before the rain started…”

Crawly frowns.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

Aziraphale peers at his face, looking for the trick, the joke, the setup. All he sees is honest confusion. It’s his turn to blink.

“Crawly,” he says, somewhere between disbelief and a rather unangelic delight, “you do know why he had two of everything, don’t you?”

Crawly shifts defensively in his seat.

“Assumed it was one of those daft instructions sent down from on high, you know, one Ark, two of each animal, three of each kind of fruit, whatever—”

Aziraphale starts to laugh. He can’t help himself. Crawly scowls at him and hunches his shoulders.

“What? What’s so funny, angel?”

Angel. Crawly called him that in Eden, before Aziraphale thought to give him his name. He doesn’t know why he’s doing it now. Perhaps it’s supposed to be an insult. It doesn’t really have a lot of bite to it, if so.

“You’ve really never— all right, all right, don’t look so cross, I’ll tell you, I’m just— surprised, that’s all.” Aziraphale takes a sip of the fermented beverage the humans in this village have invented. It’s got potential, he thinks. “It takes two of them to breed, Crawly. Male and female.”

Crawly stares at him so blankly that Aziraphale has to bite his lip against more laughter.

“Please tell me you’ve at least noticed the physiological differences between the sexes—”

“Yes, yes, I know about that,” Crawly interrupts. “And what they get up to with those bits. You mean they’re not just for leisure activities?”

“No, they’re rather fundamental to the whole reproduction thing, in fact. The, ah, recreational applications are just a side-effect.”

“What, really?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“But humans are always—”

“Well, that’s why there’s so many of them these days.”

Crawly looks absolutely dumbfounded by this revelation, and more than a little outraged.

“What about birds?” he demands. “They just lay eggs whenever they want to, don’t they?”

“I believe mating is still required beforehand.”

“What about fish?”

“I’m fairly certain that the same rule applies.”

Crawly stares into his clay cup, lips moving slightly as he tries to come to terms with this whole concept. His expression tilts suddenly into something that unexpectedly yanks on Aziraphale’s heartstrings.

“Oh,” he says quietly. “So no more unicorns, then.”

“No,” Aziraphale replies, no longer laughing.

“I’d have got it back for them, if I’d known,” Crawly mumbles.

Yes, Aziraphale thinks, surprised by his own certainty, you would have, wouldn’t you?

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Reblog the writers’ fortune cookie for luck!

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I'm pretty sure someone else said it but you really did have to be there when Yuri on Ice aired in 2016. Tumblr was going nuts for this show. I'm pretty sure we broke Tumblr and Crunchyroll from the sheer force of fans trying to see and talk about the finale.

Not to mention that it was 2016, and canon queer characters were incredibly few and far between. It was a recipe for a massive fandom.

(Yeah, there were people who insisted up and down that Yuri and Victor never canonically kissed on the ice because they didn't make on screen lip contact, which was incredibly stupid logic. There was definite homophobia going on regarding if it was Canon Queer or queerbaiting/'fujoshi bait'. But it was so important for people who, perhaps, never thought they'd get anything close to canon queer characters, or at least not in a show like Yuri on Ice.)

Anyway, RIP Ice Adolescence. We'll always hold this series in our hearts.

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May wizard Worm share his *good luck*

Wizard worm just emerged from a wizarding hole! Lucky you!!!✨🪱🪄🍀

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#💥💕❤️🎉🦖 #so it's a romance ??? With explosions and dinosaurs

first 5 faceless emojis are how your summers gonna go

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Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.

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I was thinking about what kind of photos Angeal could take

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ghost choir 👻 🎵

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Does anyone else hyperfixate on certain ships to the point where you only want to consume fanfics for that ship because reading others feels like some form of cross contamination. Then you inevitably get tired of that ship and move on to another until you eventually circle back to the original ship?