Why Tf Are These So Hot-???

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…Ghosts We See MC dancing to this song in Hyquile?

Ghosts We See // ficlet 04: Hips Don’t Lie

When Oikawa Tooru, Crown Prince of Aoba, took up Iwaizumi’s suggestion of taking you to the festival in Seijoh tonight, he had no idea that it would come to this.

You had been distressed as of late with everything going on, and you had always been an easy one to read. You wore your heart on your sleeve, just as Oikawa wears a smiling mask.

Attending the festival had instantly put a bright smile on your face, blindingly so, and Oikawa had found himself seeking out that light as your hand pulled on his arm, weaving your figures through the crowds and the stalls that popped up especially for tonight. Iwaizumi is nearby as always, dressed in regular clothes instead of his gleaming armor that he usually wore as a Blue Knight, following after Oikawa and you to make sure nothing happened to the Crown Prince and that you didn’t drag yourself into danger as you were apt to do. 

Oikawa is careful to keep his own disguise on, one hand frequently pulling down at the beret that shadowed his eyes and steadied his glasses that slid down every time you tugged him forward. 

Oikawa did not know you had it in you to- how did you put it again?- ‘party’ the way you did. He supposed the novelty of experiencing a festival in an alternate world could fill anyone with an abundance of excitement. You tried every single food and candy, and Oikawa is more than happy to try them with you. It has been years since he ate some of these local sweets; his caretaker had been quite strict with his diet growing up, and rarely did he get to enjoy the sweeter foods his own people would often produce and eat.

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art of a scene from clipped to you on ao3

Need people to understand that people are dying!! Because some fuckers decided that all the land that they stole wasn't enough

All of you who are 'neutral' are on Israel's side.

Talk about this issue, be their voice.

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Pairing: Naoyasu Kuguri x f!reader

Notes: After a few days of nothing (I apologize for that!) here’s another part of this series! I hope that you guys enjoy this! 

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a day in the life of sakusa kiyoomi—(featuring you, his wonderful lover)

atsumu’s part here

6:30 AM:

“Omi, nooo.”

“Let go, y/n. I gotta.”

“No.”

“Come on, don’t be a brat,” he groans.

“If you love me, you’ll stay.” Sakusa sighs, pecking your forehead softly, hand gliding over your back as he feels you against him. It’s warm and it’s home, and he’s almost tempted to stay glued to you.

Almost.

“I have to go jog, I’ll be back,” he mumbles, unlatching himself despite your hands attempting to claw their way back to him. “Stop that, you’re—hey! Don’t smack my ass, weirdo.”

And even though his cheeks are tainted red and he’s thoroughly embarrassed, he grins to himself when he walks to the bathroom and hears your giggles.

7:20 AM:

“Omi, quit picking at the calluses on your hands.”

“‘M not,” he denies through a quiet mumble, hiding his hands under the table with a pout.

“You’re hopeless.”

The plate of breakfast placed before makes his heart flutter. Sakusa can’t stop the little chuckle he lets out when he sees the strawberries assembled into a little heart on the plate.

“And you’re a cliche sap,” he teases. And when he catches the spoon you throw at him, smirking when you groan at his athleticism, he almost considers skipping practice.

“Hurry and eat, you’ll be late.”

“I’m never late.”

“I don’t care, shut up and eat,” you huff. His chair scoots closer to yours when you settle next to him with your own plate.

7:34 AM:

“Y/n, y/n—oh my goodness—okay, that’s enough. I’ll be late—oh my god,” he groans through the onslaught of kisses you place on his face. He pretends he’s annoyed, but the blush and the wobble of his lips as he fights back a smile says otherwise.

Sakusa loves goodbye kisses, you’re no fool.

“Okay,” you peck his lips one last time. “There, I’m done. Now you may go.” He shuffles a little and stares at the ground, pout on his face.

“Ahem,” he clears his throat.

“You’ll be late, what are you—”

“You’re forgetting two things.”

“What?” He glares at you, and you glare back.

“First of all, you’re supposed to say I love you? What happened to that?” Rolling your eyes, you purse your lips at him with a raised brow.

“Kay, I love you. What else do you need?”

“Thank you, I love you too.” His eyes meet the floor again. “You missed a spot,” he murmurs quietly. And even though you laugh at him, and he scowls and shoves you away for a bit, you place two big kisses to his moles, sending him off.

7:57 AM:

“Omi, why’re ya smilin’ at yer phone like that?” Sakusa’s grin instantly drops, and his usual scowl graces his features. Atsumu tends to have that effect on him.

“Ooh! Are you talking to y/n? I love y/n! Tell y/n I said hi!” Bokuto’s voice is booming loud as ever—too loud for eight am on a Monday morning for him.

“No, you don’t need to say hi—”

“Tell y/n I said hi too!” He glares at a certain ginger instantly. He’s a bit annoyed that his last minute conversation with you before weight training is interrupted, but he doesn’t deny that deep down, he’s at home here too, surrounded by three loud mouths he can’t escape.

He shoots a quick message with a scowl on his face.

Bokuto and Hinata said hi

And Atsumu too he adds after the setter insists through whines.

And when he gets a tell them I said hi too! he can’t help but smile softly again—although it drops two seconds after when Atsumu opens his mouth once more.

12:36 PM:

“My shoulder hurts.”

“You slacked off on your stretches again, didn’t you?” He doesn’t meet your eyes as he unpacks his bento.

“No.” He did. And he knows you know, but Sakusa doesn’t like being scolded. Especially not on his lunch break.

“Yes you did, Kiyoomi,” you say sternly. And he pouts, unhappy with your tone.

“Don’t yell at me, I’m hungry, I don’t deserve this right now.” He pulls out the note you left him, scanning over the sweet message, noticing the little bunch of hearts on the bottom next to your signed name. He cracks a smile, turning the note to face you through the screen. “You’re a cliche sap part two.”

“And you’re an idiot who can’t take care of himself part two. Quit picking at your calluses and quit slacking on your stretches. Make sure you stretch longer before practice.” Sakusa glares at you through his phone, but his heart does a little squeeze at how you take care of him.

“Kay, whatever, you’re rude. Now tell me about your day so far.” He’s kept very entertained throughout his lunch break as he hears your rambles about trivial things.

8:17 PM:

“I’m home,” Sakusa calls out. Silence. With a frown, he calls out “I said I’m home,” louder this time.

“Oh my god, I’m coming, you’ll live if you’re not greeted in two seconds,” you huff as you emerge from the bathroom. But still, your hands cup his cheeks gently, pulling him into a searing kiss with a soft smile on your face.

“I could very well die,” he mumbles in between kisses, burying his head into your neck and pecking the skin there as your hands smooth through his curls. “Missed you.”

“Me too. Dinner’s gonna be ready in a bit, go shower,” you whisper.

“No, not yet.”

“Omi, we’ll cuddle after—”

“Yeah, but I wanna cuddle now.” Smiling to yourself, you rub over his shoulder, the one you know is sore, and he slacks more weight into you.

“Hey,” you whisper.

“What?”

“I love you.”

“Yeah, I love you too,” Sakusa grins before tugging you along to your shared room, plopping himself on top of you in bed.

8:33 PM:

“And then I was spiking the ball, and I saw him just trip in the corner,” he snorts along with you, shaking his head as he recounts details from practice. “He thought no one noticed but I’m pretty sure everyone did.”

“I saw a kid trip at the grocery store today,” you chuckle. “I’m going to hell for laughing.” Sakusa cracks a large grin, poking your cheek with his index finger.

“You’re going to hell anyway.”

“So are you.”

“That’s why we’re a match made in heaven. Or hell. You know what? Both.” His hand finds yours under the table, squeezing it gently as your thumb rubs over his knuckles. “Oh yeah, I need a hair cut, remind me to make an appointment later this week.”

“No, Omi! It’s not even that long,” you whine.

“Yes it is, it gets in eyes when I go to serve.”

“Then wear clips. You look hot with longer hair,” you insist, making him scowl.

“No, that’s weird.” But he can’t help but sigh when your pout deepens, weak to his knees at the look. “Fine, I’ll do it like next week or something instead,” he mutters. The smug grin on your face makes him roll his eyes, but the brightness in your eyes fills him up to the brim with warmth.

11:31 PM:

“Can we go to bed now, love?” Sakusa yawns, nudging you from his spot on your chest. You hum as you scroll through your phone.

“What are you? An old man? Only grandpas head in for the night at eleven thirty.” He raises an eyebrow.

“You nap all day, you lazy brat. That’s why you’re never tired at night.”

“Excuse me, I did a lot of work today, don’t even start. A few smacks of a ball shouldn’t get you this tired.” He pulls the blanket over his body, huffing as he gets comfortable on top of your body.

“Fine, you stay up, I’ll sleep.”

“Omi, don’t sleep on me, you’re heavy.”

“Oh well,” he mumbles, already dozing off. You want to be mad, but he looks utterly beautiful in his sleep, cheek smooshed against your chest, face calm and at peace. He looks a few years younger, and you can’t help but smile to yourself, pushing back the hair from his face and kissing his moles.

“I guess your hair has gotten a bit longer,” you whisper. “Goodnight, Omi. I love you.” And Sakusa, as if he knows, smiles a bit in his sleep, humming contentedly.

He considers today a pretty good day.

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idk what this is sdjsjjsnd but it’s the most self indulgent thing i’ve written. this is me and omi, literally our dynamic. might even do an atsumu one now jsnsnsnsj

if there was ever a time to NOT shut up about palestine, now's it

I love you for this

hi mae wifey 🥺💞 if recs are open I may do sakusa being all blushing and shy when his s/o gives him affection! <3

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➳ pairing ;; sakusa kiyoomi x reader

➳ content warnings ;; (unedited) fluff!

➳ w.c ;; 211 words

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sakusa kiyoomi is easy for you to break. whether it be a smile or a tender kiss, he melts because of you and your sweet ways of showing affection.

oh, you're cheering him on during a game? you're shaking your friends aggressively and pointing at him, saying 'that's my omi-omi'?

sakusa will die on the spot – he even smiles and plays even harder because of you!

you made him breakfast earlier that day? he can't help but smile and get all red, wondering how in the world he managed to score someone as amazing as you.

you give him a tight hug after his game, peppering his face with quick, sloppy kisses, praising him on how well he did?

sakusa can't help but fall in love with you even more.

the way his face turns red when you kiss him, the way his heart stops when you laugh, the way he turns to mush when you praise him...it's all the reason more for him to never stop loving you.

and he won't!

so long as sakusa keeps waking up next to you, so long as he gets affection and praise from you, and so long as he can forever have you in his life,

sakusa kiyoomi will never stop loving you.

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Sameee I have an exam tomorrow :)))

a bitch has an exam in like 2 hours