#bex thoughts

[osamusbigtits]

thinking about osamu having a kids menu with smaller onigiri called miyas minis

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[malewifeandgirlboss]

bitches are jealous of me bc I got a big fat juicy ass and tits the size of the twin towers

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bokuto flexing and showing off in a joking manner, and akaashi just leaning forward and biting bokuto's bicep. the room goes silent and akaashi suddenly remembers they are not alone, but with friends.

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sorry boss, I can't come into work. i have to be annoying about haikyuu on tumblr dot com

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it's so heartbreaking to see fan creators losing steam and even interest in their craft. and this includes myself. and I'm sure there are many reasons for it, but also, no one really respects fan creators anymore. :/ idk, I'm sure it's all been said before, but it just sucks to see.

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oikawa making iwaizumi take him to a club when he visits iwa in california. iwaizumi grumbles and says he doesn't want to, but his roommates are all over it. they want to party with the pretty asian boy, what can they say? and well, when iwa sees his best friend, who's always been pretty and has had a special place on his heart, dancing along to the party music that iwa has never really enjoyed... maybe suddenly the super loud electronic music doesn't sound so bad when oikawa pulls him onto the dance floor and begrudgingly, iwa lets himself have a good time. later, his friends tease him in english, that oikawa only fleetingly understands, but oikawa joins along when he sees iwaizumi blushing and telling his friends to shut up.

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hawks using his feathers during sex and NOT in fun sexy ways. he is trying to annoy dabi in clownish ways.

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kuroo and kenma isolate themselves at a party. kenma is sitting in kuroo's lap as he plays a game, and kuroo watches so his social battery can recharge. kuroo sneaks a kiss to kenma's cheek to distract him and mess him up during a boss battle.

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it's ao3 donation time I think. think about donating to some causes for palestine or lebanon instead of helping ao3 get thousands of dollars over their goal. there are so many families that could use our help right now. do the good thing and help them.

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stealing this

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akaashi doing something he thinks is embarrassing and hands a volleyball to bokuto (who's like ?) and says "spike this right into my face and kill me"

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suna knocks on the apartment door. his hands tremble and he thinks about turning around and leaving. but where would he go? he doesn't have a home anymore...

atsumu opens the door, grumbling, "I told you not to bother- oh. suna?"

suna tries not to wince. "is now a bad time?" he asks. he'll take any excuss to leave. to run away and hide and never be seen by the world again.

but atsumu must see through the mask of emotion suna has, because he says "no, come in. what's wrong?"

there's the question he's been dreading. suna doesn't answer as he walks in and kicks his shoes off.

"you said you told osamu not to bother us," sakusa says, suddenly storming in. suna winces this time. he should leave.

atsumu grabs suna's wrist. "sorry, baby."

"it's okay," suna says. "really, I can leave."

atsumu doesn't listen and instead pulls suna into the kitchen. he pushes suna towards a chair while he gets started on grabbing some leftovers. suna's chin wobbles.

"so, whats wrong?" atsumu asks again as he opens the fridge.

"osamu broke up with me."

atsumu freezes. he turns out of the fridge to look at suna. but suna buries his face into his hands, still trying to fight the tears that begin to spill. it's too late, a useless battle. but suna fights it anyways.

it hurts even more when atsumu checks his phone, supposedly for a missed call or text from osamu because there is no way atusmu could find this out from suna.

atsumu types on his phone. suna can tell because atsumu never turns the volume off on his phone despite suna teasing him for it.

"okay, sorry. you have my full attention now," atsumu says, setting his phone aside.

suna breathes in, a shakey breath that turns into a sniffle. "no, it's fine. you should b-be with osamu." suna hates the way his voice sounds, the stutter that comes through, the sob that almost breaks when he says osamu's name.

atsumu doesn't reply. suna tries to catch his breath and calm himself while atsumu heats up some food for them.

when suna wipes his tears, the mascara and eyeliner he decided to wear this morning smear onto his hand. silently, atsumu grabs a tissue and hands it to suna.

they eat in the silence as well. suna sniffling quietly. he didn't realize how hungry he was, chowing down as if it's his last meal. although, he realizes he didn't eat on the train home. too excited to see his boyfriend... his ex-boyfriend.

"what happened?" atsumu asks and pushes the half full plate toward suna.

"fuck, I don't know." suna wipes his eyes again before taking another bite of food. "I came home and it was like... it was so weird." suna realizes it's not home anymore and a sob breaks. but he tries to continue. "h-he barely even greeted me. and we ended up fighting and then he just... he just said we're done. and now I'm here because I literally have nowhere else to go." suna looks up at atsumu, although his face is blurred from the tears in suna's eyes. "isn't that pathetic? I don't have my apartment, I don't have family, my boyfriend broke up with me. I have nothing, atsumu."

suna laughs. a wet, pathetic laugh at himself. he's so stupid for thinking he could have a future.

atsumu comes around the table and wraps his arms around suna. "you have me," atsumu says. "I'm here. I'm your family."

suna cries into atsumu's shoulder. he's not sure how long they're like that. he can't bring himself to think of how embarrassing it must look.

but eventually, atsumu tugs suna into the spare bedroom, the extra room they set up for friends. atsumu pulls suna into his arms.

together, they lay like the first night atsumu caught suna after a phone call to his parents. what feels like a million years ago was actually more like 6 years. suna can still remember begging atsumu not to tell anyone.

now, suna can't bring himself to say anything. and atsumu holds him for as long as he needs, until suna tires himself out from crying and falls asleep in his best friends arms.

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au where suna is a spirit medium and can see ghosts.

he meets atsumu for the first time in their late 20s, and suna notices there is a ghost that follows him around. the ghost looks like a young version of atsumu, can't be any old than 17.

suna doesn't bring this up to atsumu. often it causes more harm than good to mention a ghost following someone around.

the ghost is oddly protective of atsumu in way suna's never seen before. attempting to intervene in serious scenarios, leaving notes for atsumu, pushing items that atsumu would otherwise forget.

and then suna sees a picture of a young atsumu and a kid who looks exactly like him.

"my twin," atsumu explains, a sad smile on his face. "osamu. he and my dad got into a car accident when we were 16."

suna looks at the ghost. and sure enough, it's that same kid in the picture. the ghost seems to be glaring back. osamu.

"I'm sure you miss him," suna says to test the waters. osamu seems to catch on and shakes his head. pleading with suna to not tell atsumu.

"I do. but... don't call me crazy, but I swear he's still with me. aran says I need therapy, but... he's here. I know it" atsumu says. his fingers rub the frame over osamu's face.

suna just nods. "I believe you."

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kenma always tricks kuroo into bending down so he can sneak a quick kiss. he usually gestures kuroo down like he's going to whisper to him and then bam, kiss on the cheek. renders kuroo useless for 10-20 minutes.

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"you have a wonderful way with words, keiji."

akaashi turns to bokuto, eyebrow raised. "most would disagree."

people are often confused by akaashi's words. struggling to keep up with what he says or simply not understanding what he means. akaashi's used to it. also having to take a moment to reexplain himself. ideas pop into his head so fast he can barely keep up himself.

but bokuto has always been able to keep up. has always been patient enough to let akaashi say it all, to connect pieces that others never look for, to think for just a moment before asking what the hell akaashi is talking about.

well, bokuto says it far nicer than that.

bokuto smiles. "that's true. but I understand you. sometime, I think I know you better than I know myself," bokuto says and laces his fingers through akaashi's. "but, you say the sweetest things sometimes."

akaashi has to look away. bokuto always gives him such intense looks when he compliments him.

bokuto continues, "it's like, you always know what to say. you always have. knowing what to do when I'm feeling bad. sometimes I wonder if you were made specifically for me, but then I remember that that would be too lucky."

akaashi wonders if he should tell bokuto that he is akaashi favorite thing to study. that knowing just what bokuto needs to hear makes him feel complete, that knowing what to do makes him feel sound, that even knowing what to make bokuto for lunch on just the right day feels like it's akaashi's only meaning in the world.

"not as lucky as I am to have you," akaashi says, instead of all of that.

bokuto kisses akaashi's cheek. "see. you always say the sweetest things."