I Cannot Explain How Much I Love This Man... He Is So Perfect And He Doesn't Even Know :'( Where Are

Kuroo loves to listen to the playlists you're making. He loves to discover new songs and puts him to his playlist. It's the biggest compliment from him when he says he listens to that one playlist up and down, knowing that you feel proud when he likes the playlist.

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I'm making playlists on my Spotify acc :)

My name is there : *patelle*

Here is the extra link to my acount:

Spotify

*patelle*

*patelle*, a user on Spotify

✧ YOURE NO GOOD FOR ME - S. RINTARO ✧

☆ finally writing for my bb suna i love him sm ill prob be working on you are my liberty or i go and spoil it all after this one but im not sure yet ☆ cw: nsfw-ish, angst(?), i put angst cuz its gonna get angsty later ik that fs, m!reader, making out, drug use(ouid), readers first time using, heavy feminization, suna has internalized homophobia this whole fic ⊹ all characters are aged up !

part;; 01

✧ “no no no that’s not what i was saying,” you and suna laughed as the two of you sat in his car in the middle of a walmart parking lot. it was late at night, cars and shoppers few and far in between. 

“right so you totally weren’t saying if your friends were girls you’d fuck them,” you cocked an eyebrow at the man sitting in the drivers seat as you took a sip of your soda. both of you were facing each other, backs pressed against the windows. 

“no! i was just saying if i were to be turned into a girl… id let the homies hit and i expect them to do the same,” he shrugged, trying to keep himself from laughing as he looked at your expression. 

“so you’re bi?” you replied. despite the playful smile on your face, deep down you felt a sense of dread towards this conversation. having a crush on your friend was bad enough, but not even being a part of his sexual orientation was worse. taking a bite of his taco, he shook his head, waving his hand in front of him.

“nuh uh,” his response was muffled as he chewed, the smile on his face never wavering. you felt sort of guilty because of this. your friend was just having a good night and here you were trying to get any clue of his sexuality. “i only like pussy,” he spoke with his mouth full, laughing at his own answer. 

“suna that’s disgusting,” you laughed, swatting at him as he stuck his tongue out at you. finally swallowing his food, he reached for your drink and started to chug it. “oh right help yourself,” you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes. 

“hey i paid for this shit,” suna reminded you as he took another swig of the soda. you held your hands up in surrender, laughing softly as you repositioned your legs on the seat. the car fell into a comfortable silence as suna continued to eat and you pretended to not be madly in love with him. when he finished his food, he looked up at you with a smile. “wanna listen to music?”

you nodded, resting your head on the headrest of the passenger seat as suna connected his phone’s bluetooth to his car. the song playing was a familiar and your eyes lit up when finding out you two liked the same song.

“hey i love this song,” you exclaimed, getting a small smile from suna as he glanced over at you. 

“yeah? its pretty good isn’t it?”

“very,”

the car fell into another round of comfortable silence aside from the music. the lights in the car were now turned off, shadows casted from the illuminated walmart logo now filtering through the car. you couldnt stop your eyes from wandering to suna’s face as he looked out into the parking lot. 

he was so pretty, the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen and you so desperately wanted to kiss his lips and tell him how much you love him. 

“hey y/n do you smoke?”

“huh-” you were brought out of your own thoughts by his sudden question. 

“do you smoke?” he repeated, turning to look at you head on with an expression you couldn’t quite put a name to. 

“no not really-”

“do you want to,” there was a sly smile on suna’s lips as he dug into his pocket, fishing something out before opening his palm to show you. it was a cart, one that you’ve seen suna use many times at parties and with friends. “you don’t have to if you’re not comfortable i’ll just blow the smoke out the window,” suna offered when you didn’t answer, not wanting to force you to do anything. 

“no uh… i want to,” your voice was small, not entirely sure what to expect. 

“okay cool we can hotbox then,” you watched as he held the cart to his lips, holding down a button before sucking in a deep breath. 

“uh hotbox?”

“dont worry about it,” suna said as he exhaled, waving a hand in dismissal. you nodded, suddenly feeling a bit nervous and self conscious. you jumped slightly when he held the cart out to you. taking it from his hand you tried not to look too obvious as you looked it over. “take a small hit since it’s your first time,” you nodded, putting it to your lips and pressing on the same button you saw suna press, inhaling only for a short moment. 

the taste was weird and it hurt as it went into your lungs, a small cough leaving you as you exhaled. hearing suna laugh at your state you started to feel your face heat up. reaching for your drink you handed him back his cart. 

silence once again filled the car, random songs playing in the background but neither of you were playing much attention to it as you paced the cart back and forth between you too. you weren’t sure how much time had passed, but you were feeling happy, laughing at nothing. 

“what’re you laughing about?” hearing suna’s confusion only made you laugh even harder, bending over as tears started to form in your eyes. your laughing was contagious apparently, having caused suna to start laughing just as hard with you. “oh shit i can’t breath,” suna wheezed out between laughs, tears now falling from his closed eyes as his whole body shook with his laughter.  

the two of you laughed and laughed and laughed for who knows how long before finally, silence enveloped you two again. reaching for your drink, you were stopped as suna placed his hand on yours, his eyes half lidded as you just stared at you. 

“suna-”

“you’re pretty,” he spoke abruptly, keeping his hand on top of yours. his voice was low and smooth and your eyes were wide, not entirely sure you heard him right. 

“what?” your voice cracked just a bit when you spoke, causing your cheeks to heat up. 

“you’re pretty like a girl,” his voice was a bit quieter now as he leaned forward, his face mere inches from yours nows. he lifted his hand from on top of yours and tenderly cupped your face. “i’d kiss you if you were a girl,” he brought his face closer to yours, noses barely skimming against each other as his breath fanned against your lips. 

despite how your heavy eyelids felt, your eyes went wide, heart racing at the close proximity. you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, humming softly. 

“you’ve got pretty eyes like a girl,” suna whispered, his lips nearly skimming over yours as he talked. “ ‘n pretty lips,” he ran his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly so it looked like you were pouting. you looked into his half lidded eyes as he slowly pressed his thumb deeper into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue gently. 

you didn’t realize you weren’t breathing until suna took his thumb out of your mouth and you let out a sharp exhale. his eyes were still on yours, it was like he was studying you and it was making you squirm in your seat. 

“suna,” you whispered meekly, not sure what to even say in this situation. you couldn’t understand what suna meant by his words and the weed was definitely getting to your brain. absentmindedly, you lick your lips. the feeling was faint and would’ve been barely noticeable if you two weren’t so enamored with each other in this moment. both of you definitely felt the tip of your tongue swipe against suna’s lip and within just a matter of seconds, those same lips were pressing against yours. 

your mind was racing as suna didn’t waste any time intensifying the kiss, poking his tongue between your lips before exploring your mouth with it. hands reaching for his hair, you pulled him impossible closer to you. 

he moaned into the kiss when he felt you tug on his hair and you couldn’t help but feel your dick twitch in your shorts. his hands were firmly cupping your face, keeping you right where he wanted while he continued to hungrily kiss you. 

suna could feel himself getting hard at the sounds of your small whines and mewls being muffled by his lips. he felt guilty, and slightly disgusted, that he was kissing a guy. but he couldn’t deny how good it felt and if he tried hard enough he could think of some imaginary girl. but he found himself not wanting to do that. he wanted it to be you and this thought brought a shudder through him. 

suddenly overcome with the need to hear more of you, he brought his lips to your neck, sucking on the skin harshly. blood rushed directly down to his dick when he finally reached the spot you were more sensitive, breathy moans leaving your lips. you kept your hands in his hair, gripping tightly as you tried to not buck your hips into the air. 

“ah suna-,” you whimpered when you felt him lean more into you, almost putting all his upper body weight against you as he sloppily left love bites all along your neck and collar bone. you could feel his body trembling slightly against your body and you couldn’t help when your eyes wandered down to his pants. 

although the car was near pitch black, there was no mistaking that he was hard just like you. there were a thousand questions threatening to swarm your brain, but the stimulation and ambience of this whole event was enough to distract you. 

one of suna’s hands fell to your hips and you felt your heart stop for a second as he brushed his fingers past the hem of your shirt. your body shook with anticipation as he traveled farther up your abdomen, but within a split second suna was off of you and fixing himself in his seat. 

“suna-”

“i’m taking you home,” his voice was rough as his pinched the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb. he sighed shaking his head once before starting the car, not once looking at you. 

completely in shock, you just nodded, slumping back into your seat and keeping your face towards the window as you felt your eyes begin to tear up.

✧ navi ✧ rintaro mlist

Futakuchi actually watches quiz-shows. It's always fun seeing him getting annoyed at the answers of the candidates if it's wrong. It's not like his answers are always right, but it's just amusing to see him as he mumbles his thinking out loud.

we've been doin' all this late night talkin'

you flounder in the living room for a second, taking a glance at how the storm doesn’t seem to be letting up at all. akaashi notices this, and the time. it’s past midnight and he’s certain the trains aren’t running anymore. he can’t let a young girl like you venture out into the night all by herself, but a drive back to your place in this weather isn’t ideal and he can’t leave his daughter alone.

“i should probably—”

“just spend the night,” akaashi interrupts. he knows you at this point, you’re much too nice to ask for a cab ride home and you’d probably rather trek through the rain than ever be a bother to anyone. “don’t argue with me on this one, i’m not letting you go out in this storm.” that’s all it takes to shut you up, nodding without another word. you’re such a good girl for always listening to him.

paring: dilf!akaashi x babysitter!reader

words: 2.9k

cw: fem!reader, age gap (reader is in their 20s/Akaashi in his 40s), alcohol, dubious consent, slight manipulation, fingering, unprotected sex, breeding kink, pregnancy mention, minors dni

disclaimer: on this blog, we discuss and explore toxic relationships/situations/just because i write about these themes does not mean i condone/support these types of relationships nor do i do them in my own personal life.

these are fictional characters in fictional scenarios and nobody should be taking real-life advice or mirror the actions of the characters in these stories!

He laughed after hearing the small noise you made when he opened the door, entering the dimmed living room. You were curled up on the couch, a movie playing quietly on the TV. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, shaking the rain from his umbrella as he removes his shoes.

As always, you were quick to apologize, a trait Akaashi always found charming. “Oh, not it’s fine. I probably shouldn’t have been watching scary movies so late at night,” you mumbled, sitting up to put the film on pause. “Kisa knocked out hours ago, by the way. I managed to convince her to remove the facepaint but she insisted on sleeping in her costume so you’ll have a witch in her bed tomorrow morning.”

Akaashi wasn’t surprised. Even at five years old, Kisa was incredibly stubborn, getting into debates (Akaashi didn’t like to call them arguments) with her father over every little thing—not wanting to eat her broccoli or refusing to wear the new sweater Akaashi bought. You, on the other hand, were the Kisa Whisperer, able to get her to compromise and not act so hot-headed.

It was a blessing when you answered his ad for a babysitter. With his job taking so much of his time, and the messy divorce with his soon-to-be-ex, having the extra help means the world to him.

It also doesn’t hurt that you were so pretty. A sweet, obedient college student with such good manners. It took Akaashi weeks to get you to stop calling him “sir,” despite how much he loved how the word came out of your soft lips. “Just call me Keiji, you don’t have to be so formal with me, sweetie.”

Akaashi places his briefcase on the dining table and sighs. “I apologize for coming home so late, I just couldn’t get out of the office, and then the storm caused traffic on the way back. I hope you girls didn’t get caught in it while trick-or-treating?”

“Oh, not at all. I was keeping a close eye on the clouds the entire time. We made it home just fine.” your voice soothes Akaashi’s nerves as he hears you getting up from the couch. “And I don’t mind. Kisa’s such a great kid, I love spending time with her. I took a bunch of photos too, I’ll send them tomorrow.”

You flounder in the living room for a second, taking a glance at how the storm doesn’t seem to be letting up at all. Akaashi notices this, and the time. It’s past midnight and he’s certain the trains aren’t running anymore. He can’t let a young girl like you venture out into the night all by herself, but a drive back to your place in this weather isn’t ideal and he can’t leave Kisa alone.

“I should probably—”

“Just spend the night,” Akaashi interrupts. He knows you at this point, you’re much too nice to ask for a cab ride home and you’d probably rather trek through the rain than ever be a bother to anyone. “Don’t argue with me on this one, I’m not letting you go out in this storm.”

That’s all it takes to shut you up, nodding without another word. You’re such a good girl for always listening to him. He reminds you that extra sheets and pillows are in the hall closet and he has some of his ex’s pajamas upstairs that you could borrow. He has no issue taking you home after he drops Kisa off at daycare. 

After he assured you that it wasn’t a problem, Akaashi could see that you were finally starting to calm down. He suggested finishing the movie you were watching before going to bed, he needed to unwind a little bit himself. Before settling on the couch, he grabs a bottle of wine from the kitchen and two glasses and places them on the coffee table. 

“I know you’re gonna want to fight me, but you’re off the clock, sweetie,” Akaashi says, putting an end to any protest you’re about to give him. “I’m not your boss right now.” He pours a glass for each of you and hands one over.

He may be old but he can tell when he’s got a woman flustered and it’s written all over your face. So cute. You hold out your glass. “Cheers?” Behave, Keiji, he thinks as both of you clink your glasses.

It turns out horror movies haven’t gotten much better in the past couple of years. Still relying on overdramatic acting and cheesy jump scares, but he figures it can’t be all that bad if it scares pretty girls like you into scooting a bit closer to him. “Did you finish your drink already, sweetheart?” You look over at your empty glass, slightly embarrassed for drinking it so quickly. “It’s okay. Here, have some more.”

You’re more receptive this time, eagerly holding your glass so he can pour more wine. He always took you for a lightweight but seeing it in person was a sight to behold. “Sorry about making you work on Halloween. I’m sure you would’ve rather gone to a party or something,” Akaashi says, taking a sip of his own drink.

“Ahhh, it’s okay,” you giggled, curling up underneath the blanket Akaashi had on the couch. “There’s always gonna be another party.”

“Oh, do you go often?” he asks, chuckling at your quirked eyebrows. “Hey, I was your age too.”

“I find that hard to believe,” you tease, taking another swig—Akaashi’s certain he’s gonna have to refill your cup once again. “I go sometimes…if class gets a bit crazy, it’s nice not to think about work.”

Akaashi’s eyes flick over to the television screen, the dumb sorority girl in the movie starts flirting with the nerd boy character. There’s another thing he remembers about these stupid movies, a cheesy sex scene. A cardinal sin, their days are definitely numbered. But he wonders if their inevitable death will scare you enough that you’ll move even closer. At this point, you’re practically in his lap although it doesn’t seem like you’re aware of it. Are you this oblivious around other people? 

“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asks without thinking, grabbing the wine bottle to refill your glass. He’s shocked and relieved when you shake your head no. “Come on, a pretty girl like you? I would think you’d have to fight these college boys off with a stick.”

Akaashi’s hand touches your thigh, gripping the soft skin. He feels the muscle twitch and a cute hum leave your lips but you don’t make a comment on it. “I don’t have time for boys,” you mumbled, eyes focused on the screen. You must be so tipsy at this point, poor thing, brain too foggy to notice the obvious jump scare that’s about to happen. It’s alright, though, the loud noise sends you leaning against him now.

“Aww, did you get scared, honey?” he coos, hand rubbing your back. Akaashi’s hand travels back to your thigh, running his fingers along the fabric of your jeans. “Are you really comfortable sleeping like that? Remember I have some extra clothes.”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll be fine…” But Akaashi isn’t having it, pulling you closer until you’re fully seated in his lap. You gasp in surprise, but don’t make an effort to push him away. On the contrary, you settle in his hold, sighing in relief.

Akaashi plays with the button at the front of your pants, easily spreading your legs so they dangle on the outside of his. “What did I say about fighting me, sweetie? I only want to help,” with deft hands, he undoes the clasp and pulls the zipper down. He’s so elated when you silently allow him to shimmy your bottoms off, leaving your panties exposed. “Doesn’t that feel so much better?”

He truly can’t help himself, thumb brushing against the front of your underwear. He slaps your thigh to placate you when you start squirming in his grasp. “I’m just helping, baby, it’s okay.”

“Noooo, sir, you can’t look at me down there,” the smell of wine is heavy on your breath as you slur your words. “It’s so embarrassing…” But Akaashi stopped listening when you called him “sir.” He thought he trained you not to call him that, but you can’t help it. So stupid with all that alcohol running through your veins. He’s feeling the effects of his few drinks—he would never be so forward like this but fortune favors the bold.

“Is that why there’s a wet spot right here?” Akaashi asks, touching between your legs once more, purposely reaching for the damp spot that’s slowly growing. He hears you whine again but quells it with a simple shush. “We have to be quiet remember? You’re gonna wake Kisa up.”

That makes you bite your lip, stifling any cries that would fall out. But it doesn’t do much to hinder Akaashi from touching you. His fingers playing at the hem of your panties. He could feel you trying to bring your legs together, but he keeps them spread. “Will you let me touch you, baby? I’ll make you feel so good,” he breathes.

Even in your embarrassment, you’re still a good girl and nod, boosting his ego. With the green light, Akaashi wastes no time plunging two of his fingers inside you. He’s quick to cover your mouth with his free hand, suppressing the cry before you can wake up the whole house. He even has to catch himself for a second, head lolling back at how wet you are. Fuck. 

The vice grip you have around his hand tells Akaashi that you’re going to feel so much sweeter when he has his cock in you. Perfect, he thinks. The thought of some inexperienced college boy on top of you, failing to make you cum, made him uneasy. A good girl like you needs a man. You’re still young and inexperienced—you need someone to show you real pleasure.

He’s more than happy to take up the mantle.

Akaashi’s other hand travels up your shirt, tugging at your bra until one of your breasts spills out. The flesh is so soft in his grasp, he has to let out another groan. He fucks you harder with his fingers, turning your head to swallow your cries with rough kisses. There’s a fire inside Akaashi that he didn’t know existed. It certainly wasn’t there during those last few months of his marriage or with those one-night stands he had to fill the void.

He needs you to cum, needs to feel your juices running down his arm. Akaashi pays attention to your clit, circling it with his thumb just enough to see your legs start shaking. “Does it feel good, angel?”

You cutely whine against his lips, “Yes…it feels so good, sir.” Akaashi has to compose himself when your hips start moving When you’re fucking yourself on his fingers, chasing your high any way you can. God, he’s really gonna fuck you up. “Ahh, sir—sir, I’m gonna!” You whine into your hand to cover up the sounds, creaming around Akaashi’s hand as your eyes rolled back in bliss. He lets your body rock through it, free hand playing with your buds. Rolling and tugging them between his fingers.

“Honey, you’re making a mess all over me,” but Akaashi’s the opposite of upset. He wants to lick all of it up until he’s drowning in your sweet nectar. He wants to bury his face in between your legs and make you cum over and over until your brain is mush. But he’s hard and leaking in his pants and while he knows he can hold out as long as he needs to, Akaashi needs to experience the feeling of your cunt around him.

While you’re still feeling the effects, Akaashi wraps his arms around you and hoists you up, carrying you bridal style. “You’re gonna feel so much more comfortable on my bed, baby,” he whispers, trekking up the steps, down the hallway, and far from Kisa’s room where she’s fast asleep. He sets you down on the plush king-sized mattress and smiles at how quickly you settle into the silk sheets. “Feels good, yeah? Wanted to have more room while I fuck you.” Akaashi breathes, unbuttoning his shirt before climbing into the bed and hovering over you.

You’re staring up at him with wide, doe eyes. So naive to what’s to come. “Oh, I’m gonna fuck you. Wanna see you cum from my cock, okay?”

Akaashi kisses you again, smothering your noises of affirmation. He pulls the rest of your clothes off, savoring the sight of your naked body, the swell of your breasts, and your glistening cunt between your legs. Next time, he thinks. Next time Akaashi will reward himself with fucking you with his tongue. His cock hits his abdomen when he finally frees it, kicking his pants and boxers down and stroking himself with anticipation. “It’s gonna go so deep in you, but I know you can take it. You’re such a good girl…”

The words only make you squirm more underneath him. Akaashi stops stalling and rubs his cock against your folds, cursing under his breath from how wet you are. It’s so easy for him to slip in, easily stretching you out until he’s buried at the hilt. He has you folded in a half, pushing at the back of your thighs to reach even deeper. 

Such a dumb, pretty girl you are, letting a man twice your age fuck you unprotected. You’re so lucky that it’s Akaashi doing this and not some other man who’d take advantage of you. He can take such good care of you—make you feel good, get your eyes to roll to the back of your head, you’ll never want to look at another man again.

“You’re so big,” you gasp, fingernails digging into Akaashi’s skin when he sets a slow pace. Akaashi pulls nearly all the way out before meeting his hips once again with yours. He can tell you’re getting addicted from the way your cunt spasms around him, clenching down to the point you’re practically choking him.

A pretty girl like you will definitely let him cum inside, fill up that young, fertile womb of yours. Oh, how adorable would you look with his seed spilling out of you? Or even better, plump and round with his baby? He’s always wanted a sibling for Kisa but his bitch wife wouldn’t allow it. But you wouldn’t fight him. Akaashi could be able to provide for you if you’d just let him.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect. Never felt a pussy this good in my life,” he mumbles, leaning down to kiss you, slightly changing the angle of his thrusts. The sounds of you crying out are intoxicating, he could drown in it. 

"You ever felt someone's cum inside you, baby?" Akaashi asks in between kisses, groaning at the sight of your breasts bouncing as he fucks you. 

"No, never..." you sigh, mouthing a small fuck as Akaashi keeps going. 

He kisses you harder and the pride that's been bubbling inside him burns white hot in the pit of his stomach. He might not be the first to claim your body, but he'll definitely be the first the breed you—and that feels so much better.

Akaashi brings a hand to your chin, forcing you to look at him. Your eyes were fucked out, mouth wet with spit. So beautiful. "It'll make you feel all warm," he says against your lips. "You'll feel so full and when it runs out of you—fuck. You'll love it so much, baby."

Wrapping your legs around Akaashi's waist, you pull him closer. "I want it! I want your cum, sir," you whined and Akaashi has you right where he wants. A dumb, cock drunk girl crying underneath him.

It's perfect. You're fucking perfect.

"God, I'm gonna fucking ruin you," he grunts, moving faster. Akaashi's thrusts get sloppy, losing his rhythm as he fucks you with purpose. "Gonna make you so full of me."

You're crying, fat tears running down your cheeks as you're overcome with pleasure and the feeling of your nails dragging down Akaashi's back tells him that you're cumming once again. 

It's so messy, your walls form a vice grip around his cock, and Akaashi, the experienced man that he is, can't help it. He cums with your name on his tongue, flooding your sinful cunt.

Both of you stay like that for a while. Akaashi's cock twitched inside you, making sure there isn't a single drop wasted. After a while, he wipes any stray tears that fall, kissing your warm cheeks with praises in between.

"You did so well, sweetie. You took all of me," he says, holding your shaking frame. He gives you a few seconds before peeling away and pulling his cock out, eyes locked on his seed flowing out of your cunt and making the mess he knew it would. "Look at that..." he whispers, completely mesmerized.

He knows he has to clean you up, but Akaashi lets himself enjoy the sight for right now. He'll keep the end of his bargain and drop you off at your place in the morning. But a part of him hopes you'll want to stay a little longer. You can be his cute live-in nanny, who takes care of his angel in the morning and gets fucked dumb at night. 

You’ll do it for him. You’re a good girl after all.

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Too much love to handle

Tendou x Reader angst!

Word count: 835

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Playlist to bawl you eyes out while reading

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It hurts him to see you happy, with someone other than him. Tendou never let his guard down, even if his day was fully exhausting to him. But seeing you happy with someone else hurts him.

You both had gone your ways after you broke up two years ago in high school, and it took time to get close again, even talking was taking too much courage for Tendou, but eventually as time moved on, you started to be friends again.

You once came to his part-time job at a café just to catch with him up again. But as his best friends name came out of your mouth, his heart shrinked in his chest suddenly, making his chest hurt. Tendou just smiled it away as he listened to you talking about your date you had.

Each time the name fell, the pressure on his chest got heavier, but he wanted to show you of what a friend he is to you, just a kind friend. A kind friend with too much love to handle.

You always were loyal, and you could never betray your partner with someone else. Tendou and you just eventually realized that it wasn't the relationship you dreamed of, never enough for both of you.

But for his part, it was a lie. He was the happiest he's ever been with you, but he didn't wanna pressure things onto you, that you weren't going to enjoy. He wanted you to live your life at your fullest. Without him unfortunately. He couldn't give you enough love he had buried deep inside. Yet he still feels it, after those years, it didn't dissappear.

He smiled at you, you and Ushijima that visited his café to meet him once again, to have another date in this café. As you chatted, Tendou's body signals his little anxiety, feeling a pain in his chest as you seem happy, more happy than you ever were with him. He smiled the pain away, trying to make the coffee you and Ushijima ordered.

"we planned on going to that library afterwards" you said with such a calm voice, he never heard before. Calming but yet thrilling, at the same time hurtful with the word 'we'.

"You did? It seems like you really planned things out!" Tendou said, looking at the satisfied faces of you and Ushijima. It hurts to see them together. It felt like cheating, but it's all time that lead to things.

He gave you both your mugs of expresso and dark coffee and smiled at you with such a facade that was about to break in thousands of pieces if anyone would simply snap with their fingers. You thanked him as you went to a table, Ushijima putting his free hand on your back to lead you.

Him seeing you talk, smile bright as you looked at his best friend like you never did, chuckled, or just listened to him with such a soft gaze, let Tendou felt hurt, maybe even terrified. He couldn't concentrate on his customers anymore, his put-on smile trembling more and more. It let him feel so weak that he couldn't enjoy seeing you at your best, so hurt. All the time, his love for you never really faded.

As you said your goodbye to him, Tendou was slightly closer to break out in here. Your true smile, your perfect face, your charm, everything he loves is meant to be for someone else but him.

As you and Ushijima walk out of the glass-door, his arm around your shoulder, Tendou couldn't bear his feelings anymore. A tear slowly running down his face.

He quickly told his colleague to take over and went into the private area of the café, his tears uncontrolled. It was too much, too much to handle and he has to smile about it, about the fact that he was once again not exactly what he intends to show. His tears running down his smiling pathetic face.

What Tendou didn't know, Ushijima noticed it, his friend breaking apart behind his back.

"Wait here, I'm just using the bathroom from the café" Ushijima told you and went into the café once again.

Suddenly, Tendou saw the shoes from before in the private area, looking up to see Ushijima infront of him. Without hesitation or words, he took Tendou in his arms, them resting on his shoulders.

Curiosity is seeable on Tendous face, wondering how he got in here, but it quickly faded to acceptance, slowly wrapping his arms around Ushijimas body.

It was rare for those best friends to hug, as Ushijima is not much of a physical touch type, but he knew what was needed. Just a hug, a hug that lasted a little longer.

Tendous chest hurt, but the warmth of Ushijimas body filled him. It felt like a silent apology to him, an apology Tendou knew wasn't needed. Just a little longer.. He thought.

A little longer for the moment, to feel a bit better. Just a bit...

Not just Kenma is someone who watches twitch stream. Secretly, Tsukishima watches them too. He is bound to watch 'Just chatting' streams, but also 'Phasmophobia'. He also tries to stop watching Minecraft streams and videos, always saying they're childish, but he has a hard time to actually stop watching them. It's just the nostalgia that hits...

Edits note:

Happy New year..? I think it's been a whole year (or more) since I've uploaded something here. I had projects in that year, but due to getting a new phone, I lost my process of my drafts. Tho I gotta say that I haven't been writing anything great/much at all this last year. I would say I'm inactive, but I'm not fully away. Tumblr is always on my phone, although I'm not reading/writing much here anymore lmao. :) thank you all for the support <3

Let's just stay tuned? I hope y'all are alright :)

Akaashi would silently squeeze your hand as you walk around through the city, a reminder that he loves you without saying anything. You squeeze his hand back and he would be flustered on the inside, not noticable to others, but you are the only person that would notice it. Your hands are tingled together in his pocket of the jacket you wear.

Being in the snow with Sugawara brightens the day to a warmth in your body. Walking around the landscapes, taking picture of it and suga, playing in the snow with snowballs and doing angels in the snow. It brings your inner kid to have the time it needs. Suga's red cheeks come up in the snowy white aroundings. It's such a beautiful day and he makes the winter to your favorite season.

Currently continuing writing a boyslove story for my own little collection of my writing progress. (I started this story over a year ago and got the courage to finally keep on writing.) I'm at the part where the hero has to fight his most important villain, smth about his past(he's already together with the former villain hihi) and I'm obsessed with the sentence of the villain, I-

"So you still want to fight Mr. Zhedus. .. Then I'll be glad to finally bring you down on your knees and beg to stay alive.."

You know the feeling when you shouldn't fall in love with the villain? Oops.

19th century btw 🤭

Pls don’t take this the wrong way, this is a genuine question, is English not your first language?

No it definitely isn't, so I'm sorry for any grammatical mistakes 😭

But I haven't written anything in some.. Months-?