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haikyuuwaifu · 4 years ago

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Genre: Humor, Fluff

Warnings: Swearing

a/n: this is an interview therefore it will be written in interview format.

MASTERLIST

HOW DO YOU FEEL BOKUTO-SAN| Y/N’S FEARS

HOW DO YOU FEEL BOKUTO-SAN

Radio Interview: Pro Athlete and Outside Hitter for the MSBY Black Jackals Bokuto Koutaro will be joining us to talk about his plans for his career and his official acceptance to the Japanese National Team:

Radio Host: Thanks for joining us today Bokuto-san!

Bokuto Koutaro: Thanks for having me! Honestly it’s been a while since I’ve been to one of these so I’m kind of nervous.

Radio Host: [laugh] there’s absolutely nothing to be nervous about Bokuto-san. We can do whatever is comfortable for you.

Bokuto Koutaro: [clap] let’s get this show on the road then yeah?! I’ve got to finish memorizing the script for this game show we’re slotted for tomorrow. [he mumbled shyly, rubbing the back of his neck.]

Host: [laugh] We’re all looking forward to that. [shifts paperwork] let’s start with how you’re doing! How are you doing today Bokuto-san?

B.K: I’m doing awesome actually! Practice has been killer, and I’ve been pushing myself harder than every in hopes of making the Japanese National Team Officially!

Host: Yes! Congratulations! That must be a huge accomplishment for you!

B.K: It really is! I wouldn’t have been able to make it this far without my friends, my teammates, and the support of my family and my fans.

Host: Especially one particular fan right? [wink]

B.K: [a blush spreads across his cheeks as he finds himself smiling softly] Yeah...I wouldn’t have made it this far without her either. [sigh] she’s just so amazing ya know? She’s so sweet but she can beat a man down with her bare hands...and she always knows the right things to say...the best things to make me feel better.

Host: It sounds like you’re in love Bokuto-san.

B.K: Really? You really think so?

Host: Bokuto-san...have you never been in love before?

B.K: I...I don’t think so? I mean...my last relationship was a nightmare and a half. I didn’t have time in school to date. In college I rarely had hookups. I was too focused on volleyball.

Host: [sigh*insert eye roll*] Men...Bokuto-san, how does she make you feel?

B.K: She makes me feel like I can do anything, just by smiling at me. She makes me feel like I’m the greatest man in the world, when she kisses my cheek before she goes to work in the mornings... I never want to see her sad, I mean, I beat the shit out of someone for her because he made her really sad...And I just...I like the way she makes me laugh. The way she reassures me, by just being there...that I don’t have to keep it all in all the time. [sigh] and she’s the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen! I could give a fuck less about the women that have thrown themselves out me. None [clap] of [clap] them [clap] hold [clap] a [clap] fucking [clap] candle [clap] to her. She’s leagues above them all, and she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

Host: [smile] I think you have your answer Bokuto-san, and let me be the first to congratulate you.

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honeypirate · 4 years ago

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Hiii Congratulations on 420💖Can I please request Bakugou (fem or gn is cool) with no 5 (Star gazing), 8 (Established relationship), & 13 (First kiss) 😊

Thanks so much for the request! I hope you like it!

Bakugou x reader + star gazing + established relationship + first kiss

Event Masterlist

Today’s the day!

Was your first thought when your alarm went off. Today’s the day you have your stargazing date with your boyfriend.

.❣︎.

Two weeks ago after you beat him, by a LOT, during a training lesson, he had caught you in the kitchen that night and instead of yell at you like you thought he was going to or call you a stupid extra, he blushed and wouldn’t meet your eye.

“Go on-“ his voice came out angry and mean and he cleared his throat and shook of his head, taking a quick inhale before scowling and saying quickly in the nicest voice he could muster “DoYouWannaGoOutWithMe?”

You had laughed in shock “seriously?” You asked with a smile and nodded quick, shoving his hands in his pockets.

You said yes with a laugh threw your arms around him in a hug and he had surprised you by hugging you back.

Two weeks of dating. Two weeks of hanging out and joking around and him actually being … sweet?? I know it confused you too but you felt special seeing a different side of him.

Even though the sweet moments are usually just when you’re alone, he still sits by you during lunch and holds your hand under the table. He gives you his jacket when you say you’re cold and carries your backpack for you when he walks you to class.

Your classmates are still shocked he actually has a sweet bone in his body but whenever he turns from you their heads whip away quickly and they pretend they saw nothing.

.❣︎.

You hear the familiar three hard pounds on your door before it’s opening and Bakugou poked his head in “hey come in I’m almost done” you say as you look in your mirror putting in a pair of earrings. He nods and you send him a smile to his reflection as he sits on your bed.

You put on some lip gloss, rubbing your lips together and then popping your lips with a smile at yourself before you catch Bakugou staring at you with a small smile. You wink at him and he blushes and looks away with a fake scowl.

“Ready to go?” He asks and you smile at him

“yep! Could you hand me my backpack?” You ask since it’s right next to him on your bed and he just slings it over his shoulder as he stands and holds his hand out to you.

.❣︎.

Two weeks of walking you to every class and walking you home. Of studying together and joking and holding hands. It’s been a two week relationship. But he still hasn’t tried to kiss you. You put on some chapstick, waiting for him to get back from his extra training with Kiri, hoping that tonight is the night.

He shows up at your door at ten pm, breaking his sleeping habits for you and showing how much he cares about you.

He spreads out a blanket and takes your hand when you sit beside each other, you talked and joked around slowly gravitating closer towards each other as you laid beside each other looking up at the stars.

“There’s so much out there. It’s kind of scary” you say and he laughs softly “I’d like to see it all” he says and you take a chance, turning on your side and cuddling into him as you look into his red eyes “explosions don’t work in outer space though since there’s a lack of oxygen” you place your hand on his chest and rest your chin on the back of it with a smile.

He scoffs and rolls his eyes “I never said i wanted to be a space hero” his voice was gruff but his hand moved to rest against your back, holding you to him.

“Oh I almost forgot” he says and as he goes to move you sit up with him

“I thought we could draw our wishes on this and then send it up” he says casually with a shrug like it wasn’t a sweet gesture that he brought along a paper lantern.

“That’s so sweet!” You say, leaning forward and kissing his cheek “I love it” you say and take the package from his hands.

He clears his throat and wills away the warmth in his face as he grabs some markers.

You draw many different things, things that make you happy, things that bring you peace, then in the middle draw a little stick figure if you and Bakugou holding hands.

Then you pass it to him, watching with amusement as he draws a really elaborate drawing of himself as a pro hero, then in the top corner, he draws a heart with a ‘B.K. + Y.N.’ In the middle.

He turns it over to really look at what you drew and smiles when he finds that all of them have meaning that he can recognize. The flowers that were your favorite, a drawing of your family and friends, the school, a collage of things you liked.

But what made his heart skip was what he saw in the middle “is this?” You nod with a laugh “I got your hair and scowl perfect” you say proudly and he chuckles, thumb running over the middle where your stick hands were clasped.

.❣︎.

“Make a wish” he whispers and you nod and close your eyes, wishing with all your heart. When you open your eyes and meet his, he makes a tiny explosion between his first finger and thumb around the wick inside the lantern.

“What did you wish for?” He asks and you laugh, leaning into his shoulder as you gently bring the lantern up together “if I tell you it won’t come true” you say and he chuckles “if I tell you mine it cancels them out so ours both will come true”

You entwine your fingers as you let the lantern float into the sky, you watch it get higher and higher as you whisper “I wished that all your dreams would come true, Katsuki”

His hold on your hand tenses before he’s pulling you into a better hug

“I wished that you would always be happy” he says gruffly into your ear and you feel your stomach flutter and your heart race.

You lean back and cup his cheek “you make me happy” you admit with a smile and feel his cheek heat up under your palm

“All of my dreams include you” he admits so quietly, his voice gentle, afraid.

Afraid if he says it out loud then this will turn out to all be a dream and you’ll laugh at him or mock him for his feelings.

Afraid that you’ll shut him down and hurt him. Afraid you’ll choose someone better like shittyhair or god forbid Deku of all people.

His fears are silenced when he looks into your eyes, sees how happy and peaceful you are as you smile softly up at him.

You lean up and kiss the corner of his mouth, chuckling when he gasps and his eyes widen

“How come you haven’t kissed me yet Katsuki? Do your dreams not include kissing?” You tease and move your hand from his cheek to his hair

“No I just.. I don’t..” he scoffs and scowls, not wanting to admit how nervous you made him.

You laugh, reading his feelings in his body language and expression.

Your free hand joins the other in his hair and you brush your nose to his “we could.. now if you want” his eyes find yours and after he doesn’t answer you bump his nose again and say “kissing.. I mean”

His cheeks heat up and his heartbeat races, his tongue feels thick and he can’t bring himself to say any words

but he smiles softly, and nods his head

You lean forward and bring your lips almost to his, seeing if he would hesitate but he doesn’t, he smashes his lips to yours and gasps softly, your soft lips feeling better than he ever imagined.

He recovers quickly and holds your cheek with one hand, guiding you into a deeper kiss.

He wasn’t completely inexperienced, but he didn’t have a lot of practice, you could tell by his tongue work. But it didn’t bother you, you smiled against his kiss and guided him into a slower movement, biting his bottom lip periodically and making his head spin.

He pulls back and presses his forehead to yours. “That was a lot better than I imagined” he admits and you chuckle

“You’ve thought about kissing me?” You ask and he tenses for a moment but before he can send out a quip you’re kissing him again, calming down his defensiveness and making him swoon.

“You’re so adorable” you say and he feels his heart leap into your hands

“And..” you say with a cheeky grin as you pull back and with the glint in your eye he knows you’re about to tease him “You’re actually not that bad”

“Hey!” He says with a laugh “what do mean not that bad? I’m the best you’ve ever had”

You chuckle and lay your head on his shoulder “yes. Yes you are” you say and he chuckles with a kiss to your head

.❣︎.

“Thank you” you say as he hugs you goodnight in the middle of your bedroom “for tonight. I always have a good time with you”

He kisses the top of your head and feels how calm and relaxed his soul his and it brings a small smile to his lips

“you’re welcome” he says in his normal gruff voice but surprises you again as he kisses your cheek and whispers quietly into your ear “You’re prettier than all the stars in the sky” you roll your eyes with a chuckle but your cheeks warmed and he felt that against his palm.

You kiss his lips softly “Goodnight Katsuki” you whisper and he presses his lips to yours again, humming softly before pulling away “goodnight sweetheart” he says and gives you a soft squeeze to his chest before letting you go and reluctantly leaving your room.

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gallickingun · 4 years ago

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mark the calendar || b.k.

SUMMARY: Bakugou Katsuki has one day in particular that brings about a familiar nightmare, a demon clinging to his back that only he can see. A reminder that he will never be enough, always a step behind, never strong enough to overcome those moments where he faltered. The restless, sleepless nights have overtaken him for years now, but now he has you.

PAIRING: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader RATINGS: T+ WARNINGS: language, severe sadness, lots of angst, etc. WORD COUNT: 2.5k+

A/N: This is for the sweet & spicy prompt event! I’m finally getting around to posting all of these (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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This day is difficult for the both of you.

The day that he is reminded of his most public failure. The day you are reminded that Bakugou Katsuki is not the impervious wall that he so claims to be. The day that you have to become the reliance for his sanity.

“Bakugou?”

His voice is empty on the other end of the line, but you can still hear the rush of cars and the wind in his end of the receiver, so you know he must be sitting on his balcony. Your heart aches the longer he leaves you with silence, worrying if he might be teetering too close to the edge.

“Katsuki.”

“I can’t sleep,” he blurts, voice strangled, as if he were fighting his own throat for dominance over his speech. A sigh resounds from his end of the receiver and you feel your chest cave at the despondent sound, “Can I stay here?”

You tilt your head in confusion, despite him not being able to see you. You’re about to fumble for a response when you hear the door to your apartment rattle with the rapping of knuckles. If it were not such a serious occasion, you’d laugh at his sudden appearance. Bakugou is not one for unannounced visits or late hours of the night. Any other day and he would have been asleep hours ago.

But not today.

The phone is displaced from your ear to the counter top of your dresser, your feet unable to reach the door fast enough. You pad through the house, your slippers causing you to skip against the hardwood. He is too far from you, pulled apart by the universe and kept at bay by the slab of wood separating your bodies. You swallow thickly as you get closer, the doorknob glinting in the darkness of night, moonlight filtering through your window shades, the whole room aglow with the white beams of light.

You’re able to pull the door back after too many moments of heavy breathing, your heart and mind unable to prepare for the distraught sight before you.

Bakugou’s face is swollen and cherry red in color, an embarrassed, emotional flush creeping up his neck to his cheeks, the glint of tears making his skin sparkle in the moonlight. His knuckles are white as he curls his hands into fists, surely imprinting the shadow of his blunt nails along the insides of his palms, cutting into his skin.

“Katsuki,” your voice cracks, “please.”

He has barely made it across the threshold before his knees give out. His palms slam onto the wooden floor as he catches his body before it can crumble. There is an audible splash as a fresh wave of tears slicken his face, dripping onto the slats of wood he’s found solace on. You push the door closed and mirror his position, your palms against his shoulders as you try to calm him, soothing circles spun against the thin fabric of his tank top.

“I’m here,” you are whispering against the crown of his head, lips buried into the locks of blonde hair that lays flat along his head. You cannot stop administering affection to his body, hands searching for the perfect place for purchase, mouth searing into his skin in an attempt to alleviate his pain with your lips.

Bakugou sniffs, rubbing his forearm against his nose before reaching around your waist, ducking his head against your navel so he can hide his face in the warmth of your torso. His palms slip beneath your shirt, fingertips searching for the familiarity of your body, your heat. You swear you feel him sigh against your navel, the warmth of his breath soaking through the fabric of your shirt with ease.

“I’m so fucking weak, acting like a goddamn pussy, crying and shit.” Bakugou rubs his nose against your abdomen, and you can’t be bothered to worry with the snot and tears that collect on your shirt. You run your fingers through his hair, gently tugging in the familiar spots you know will calm him the quickest. He hums at the feel of you, cheek brushing against your wrist as he tries to kiss the pulse point on your arm.

Curving around him, you pull his head to your chest so you can reach his face for easier kissing, “Feeling things does not make you weak. And you can’t escape this, Katsuki.”

“Every fucking year,” he sobs, his voice hoarse from tears wreaking havoc on his throat. “It’s been seven years since this shit, and I’m still just as fucking weak as I was when it happened.”

Your fingers dig into his biceps to the point that he seethes with the pain, bringing his attention to your face, glassy ruby-red eyes finding your irises instantly. He goes to yell at you, to shout, but the sound dies out when your mouth connects to his in a bruising kiss. You clamber to the floor, seating yourself on his lap with ease, knees on either side of his waist as you crumble into his awaiting embrace.

Bakugou’s throat shudders as your tongue swipes along the seam of his lips, begging him to allow you just this moment of intimacy to remind him how deep your adoration truly runs. You cannot get enough of him, enamored with his very presence so much so that your hands cannot find purchase against any one patch of skin. Your palms wander, fingertips grazing over the hem of his shirt, the curve of his spine, the ridges of his shoulders and collarbones. Eventually your digits curl around his cheeks, thumbs brushing along his jawline as you angle his face towards you, anchoring him to you like a boat aimlessly floating in the ocean.

When the two of you part, Bakugou can’t look you in the eyes. Not when your beautiful orbs behold him as if he were the man who hung the moon each night, placing it in the perfect position in the starry sky just for you. Your hands tremble around his cheeks and he holds you by the wrist to steady you, unwilling to let you falter when it is his fault that you’re both feeling dejected. His heart is flayed within his chest, begging to be set free as it thumps heavily under his skin.

“You are the strongest person I know,” you heave through a whisper, trying your best to keep your emotions in chest, your voice unwavering. You grit your teeth and yank his attention back with a tug of his chin, your index and thumb harshly pulling, “And I think, given all that’s happened, you should be kinder to yourself.”

Bakugou starts to argue with you, protests flying from his tongue like kerosene, begging to be lit in midair, a biting retort on your tongue, “Katsuki, you were captured, and then your idol was cut down in front of your eyes. You still haven’t come to terms with the fact that it wasn’t your fault. There was nothing you could do, and you know that.”

“There’s never nothing I can do, don’t you get that?” Bakugou’s hands are burning, the saccharine smell beginning to simmer in the air, ashes falling from his fingertips. He blows out a breath that you swear is made of smoke through his nostrils, his jaw quivering when he grinds his molars together, “I’m a hero, for fuck’s sake. There’s never nothing-”

“You were a child!” Your palms pull at him again, swiveling your hips so you can angle your face to be directly in his line of sight. Tears of frustration and despondency well up in your lids, coating your lashes and making your irises appear as tiny gemstones apart from your pupils. You want to kiss him until he’s breathless, unable to give you any other reason why he should have been better, should have done more, but you know that will only further service to anger him. Bakugou is hardly one to discuss his feelings, even when prodded, and cutting him short with affection would never have the desired effect of superfluous words pouring from his heart.

He is speechless for once, jaw slack as you hold onto him so harshly that you leave an imprint of your nails behind, “All you can do is heal and learn from your past, Katsuki. Dwelling on it in such a negative way will only eat away at you until you are nothing but a shell of your former self. Is that what you want for your future?”

Is that what you want for us?

The question is unspoken and yet loud as a siren.

Bakugou’s head turns to you, eyes ablaze with regret as he drinks in the fragility of your own tone, the shake of your fingers. He circles his arms around your waist, holding you tightly as he stands to his feet. On instinct alone, your legs tighten at the apex of his torso and you find the curve of his hips easily, latching onto him with a security that you’ve never been able to find in another partner. The knowledge that he will keep you safe, will keep you upright and unable to fall does little to stop the pattering of your heart. You feel the organ roll around in your chest and you wonder if you might have a bruise if you were to peel away the layers of clothing separating it from the world.

“I want to be here, with you,” Bakugou’s voice is quiet, small in nature as he ducks his head. He rolls his tongue around against the backs of his teeth, taking a deep breath before tilting his gaze towards you, “I can’t change what happened then, you’re right. I’ve gotta get the hell over it.”

You shake your head and chuckle, running your thumbs over his jawline, “You don’t have to get the hell over it, Katsuki. It’s not that easy.”

A silence stretches between them before Bakugou starts to stride towards the bedroom door, kicking it open with the toe of his boot. You hide your face against his neck, nosing his jugular as you feel his pulse thudding under the thin skin of his throat. The familiar scent of ashen saccharine makes your eyelids flutter shut, hands curled around his tank top as he lays you down on the mattress.

Bakugou slots himself against your side, his nose in your hair and your legs entwined. One of his palms slips beneath the hem of your shirt to trace along your abdomen, thumb circling your navel. His mouth presses chaste kisses to the crown of your head, words murmured into the small space between your souls, syllables you can’t quite make out, but don’t care enough to ask him to repeat himself.

“You should rest,” you whisper, your hand sifting through his hair as you turn slightly so you can face him. A gentle smile disrupts your features, eyes shining even in the darkness of the bedroom, “That’s what you came here for, wasn’t it?”

A strangled noise bubbles in his throat, eyes blown wide as you snuggle in closer to him. Your heat is welcome, the consistency of your heartbeat beginning to lull him into the realm of unconsciousness. His eyelids threaten to shutter closed, but he isn’t done observing you yet, his heart begging him to stay awake long enough to watch you fall asleep.

He starts to protest, lips forming the threat of words, but you are quick to tuck yourself into him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and effectively keeping him quiet at the suddenness of your actions. You kiss his collarbone and he finds his heart skipping a beat, his breathing erratic as the affection is littered along his skin. The palms of his hands find purchase along the expanse of your back and shoulders, fingerprints mapping out the curves and dips of your bones and muscles.

It is a few moments before either of you speaks again, both of your minds beginning to slur with the threat of slumber. You blink slowly, lashes fluttering against his skin, “You’re my hero, Katsuki. No matter what.”

Bakugou cannot come up with a response, not to something so weighty. It feels different, hearing the admission from your lungs, than it does when the news outlets or random civilians fawn over him, begging for autographs and spilling those same words from their lips. He knows that with you, it is genuine. There is no question or doubt that he holds a special place in your heart, a pedestal that only he is allowed to occupy.

A breath leaves his lungs, exhaustion plaguing his body as he allows his eyelids to close for a final time, and the slurred words that part his lips make your chest sieze.

“And I’m your number one fan.”

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ichorizaki · 4 years ago

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truth or dare! ━ b.k.

꒰ ❛ genre ❜ ꒱ — fluff, crack-ish

꒰ ❛ pairing ❜ ꒱ — bokutō kōtarō x gn!reader

꒰ ❛ warnings ❜ ꒱ — vulgar language, mentions of alcohol, drunk!reader, bo being a lovely dumbass<3

꒰ ❛ word count ❜ ꒱ — 1.8k

˚ ༘ˀˀ ꒰‧⁺ a text from sol — ✎ˀ my first fic !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!! no thoughts, head empty, just exclamation marks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! happy bornday to my bobo bb<33 + mia [ @samuthots ] wanted me to tag her so i am doing so n e r v ou s l y-

-`,✎ synopsis! ; ♡ drunken confessions of love aren’t always received well, which was why bokutō kōtarō was surprised that his crush had reciprocated his feelings.

Bokutō Kōtarō knew how to handle his liquor well. He was an athlete after all, so it was only natural to be one of the few somewhat sober people among a sea of absolutely shit-faced college students. He didn’t know why Kuroo invited him to this godforsaken party. It was something along the lines of someone knowing somebody who knew somebody. Though he may be a little slow in certain areas, he wasn’t dumb enough to not realise that it was just an invitation to another frat party.

He would much rather be somewhere else at that moment. Maybe somewhere with his best of friends where he could get absolutely hammered and let loose with no inhibitions at all. Sure, he loved crowds but not ones that were too drunk to even hold a proper sentence. His wish was granted by none other than the same person who invited him to the party and also left him on his own (on accident or not, he didn’t know).

So there he sat in a circle, playing a mashup game of Truth or Dare and Spin the Bottle with his beloved friends and a very, very attractive you. There were several drunken people in the circle, some that he didn’t recognise, but he didn’t need to complain when he was sitting right across you.

Your name is the only name that set his heart on fire and made his stomach perform weird flips. Your smile is the only smile that made his face flush pink and stumble over his sentences. You were the only one who could make him nervous just by being there because you were just that stunning to him.

Akaashi always had the prettiest friends, but you were the one that stood out to him. Finding out that you were an angel both inside and out was pretty much one of his greatest accomplishments in the history of everything.

Everyone in his inner circle was well acquainted with his hopeless crush on you. New Instagram post? Screenshotted and sent to his group chat to fawn over you. Double-taps the picture countless of times like as if he could give more than one like. But comment? Oh, he could never. You smiled at him in the hallway on the way to your class in the next building over? Screams at his group chat over how adorable you are with his heart ramming dangerously against his rib cage. You guys bumped into one another on campus? He’s never going to wash that shirt because it made contact with you.

He knew next to nothing about you besides your major and that you were Akaashi’s friend. He should probably ask you on a date, but he was too scared because you two were practically strangers. But then again, he wouldn’t know if he didn’t try, but–⁠

“Earth to Bo!”

He forced himself out of his little reverie and stared back at an even more flushed you. How many drinks have you had?

“Dude, did you not hear Y/N?” Kuroo snickered teasingly. “Too busy daydreaming about them when they’re literally right in front of you? C’mon, dude.”

“Kuroo, shut your whore mouth.” He flipped the bedheaded male off.

“Bo! Eyes on me, I asked you truth or dare!” Your words, albeit slightly slurred, came out as a cute little whine that sent his heart pacing at an alarming rate. Wait, you asked him? His eyes looked down at the unopened bottle of Coke with the tab pointed at him. “Bo. Truth or dare?” You repeated once again.

“Uh . . truth!” He stammered, which garnered giggles from a slightly drunken Akaashi and the rest of the group.

“Okay!” You exclaimed cheerfully with a childlike grin on your face. How could you be so cute? “Truth—do you wanna kiss me?” Does he want to WHAT?!

“Wait– dare.”

“Eh . . then . . then . . I dare you to kiss me!”

“You– huh!?” His brows furrowed, lips jutting outward in a confused pout as he tilted his head to the right ever so slightly. Of course he wanted to kiss you. Of course he wanted to hold your smaller frame in his arms and literally steal your breath away but you were drunk. You were drunk! He couldn’t do that to you; you probably didn’t know what you were doing or saying.

“Kiss! Gimme– gimme k—iss, Bo.” Your whines were louder and they were a melody against the jarring harmony of Kuroo’s dying hyena laughter.

“Y/N, I can’t possibly do that when you’re this drunk,” he sullenly sighed. A loudly whimpered a “Why not?” with those damned puppy eyes of yours and he almost felt compelled to pull you into his laps and make out with you.

“Bokutō-san,” Akaashi, the graceful voice of reason, shifted in his spot next to him, “Isn’t this clear indication that your feelings for Y/N are reciprocated?”

“Akaashi!” It was then his turn to whine out in protest. He could still hear your drunken pleas to want to be kissed by him and how he was cheating by flouting the game. “I mean, yeah, but I’m not gonna kiss them when they’re that drunk. I want our first kiss to be memorable.”

“Bobo, that’s sweet, so let’s go on a date right now!” You cheered happily, catching him off guard as you threw your body onto him.

“Sweetheart, it’s two in the morning.”

“Time is a concept and you’re so cuddly,” you swooned, shamelessly burying your face deeper into his chest. God, you were too cute. He felt his neck burn up as Kuroo’s ridiculous laughter began to envelope the whole group in a heavy blanket.

So the both of you stayed like that for the rest of the game; him, not moving an inch so you could feel comfortable, and you, who had peacefully dozed off halfway through the game in his arms without a kiss from him.

People began to leave after lounging for a while at Kuroo’s dorm. Bokuto lived in the same building, just a few floors down, so it wouldn’t be a problem if it weren’t for the sleeping you in his arms. If he were brave enough, he would bring you to his dorm knowing that Akaashi would offer his bed for your sake. He wanted to do the responsible thing and tuck you into your bed in your dorm, knowing that you’ll be safe there, but the problem lies therein: he hadn’t an inkling of an idea where your dorm was.

You looked so peaceful in his arms that it almost felt painful for him to let you go. He couldn’t stop staring at your sleeping face, your lush lips parted the slightest bit and he could tell that you were dreaming from the way your eyeballs shifted beneath the soft skin of your eyelids. Were you dreaming of something nice? Were you dreaming of him and you, living a fantasy that would make you forget the realities of the embarrassing scene from earlier? With you sound asleep in his arms, he felt like sleeping too.

“Bokutō-san.” He looked up to see Akaashi squatting before him with all of you three’s belongings on his person. “Their dorm access card is in their bag. Their dorm is near ours’.”

It took everything in him to not scream out loud. Instead, he chose to muffle his screams and all that came out were confused, strangled noises from his throat begging for the younger male to elaborate further. All this while, you were so close within his grasp but like sand you just fell between his fingers! Well, it kinda made sense since your classes took place all the way across the campus. But still!

When Bokutō lifted you in a bridal carry as he stood up, he had his eyes on you the whole time, praying to whatever gods who would heed his call to not let you wake up. The last thing he wanted to do was interrupt your sleep.

True enough (not that he doubted Akaashi’s words in the slightest in the first place) you resided close to the both of them. You were living four doors down to them, closer to the lift lobby. Akaashi knocked on the door experimentally to see if your roommate was awake before doing anything else. Thankfully, your roommate was awake.

“No wonder Y/N wasn’t picking up any of my calls,” they heaved a sigh of relief, slicking their short dyed hair back. The tattoos that adorned their pale skin and piercings on their ears and lip would have thrown Bokutō off if it wasn’t for the Cinnamoroll pyjama top they sported. “Thanks for bringing them back. I was dead worried.”

“It’s no problem,” Akaashi answered for the both of them. Your roommate led them in and directed the two to your room, and Bokutō tenderly tucked you into bed. He went through the trouble of asking your roommate to fluff up your pillows and opening up the windows for fresh air while he removed your socks and any outer layer of clothes. He was ready to leave until he heard you mumble his name in the midst of your dreamlike state.

“Oh, so you’re Bokutō.” He turned to your roommate, unable to say anything but choke out a strangled “Yes?” On their way out, your roommate told them that you wouldn’t stop talking about him whenever you could. He would respond under normal circumstances, but he didn’t want to risk you waking up. It would be a lie if he admitted that it didn’t inflate his ego. When Bokutō and Akaashi arrived at their shared dorm, the former was able to sleep with a peaceful smile on his face knowing that his crush liked him back.

Bokutō thought he wouldn’t see you for another two days at least, so when you were so enthusiastically running towards him while he was on the way to practice the afternoon after, he couldn’t help but run towards you like a puppy reuniting with his owner after years of separation.

“Y/N!” His voice boomed like thunder in the open grounds of campus as he met you halfway.

“Bokutō-kun!” You mimicked his tone, slowing to a stop just an arm’s reach away from him. You had that energetic smile and the sparkle in your eyes that made his stomach flutter. If he was making you smile like that, he would quite literally pass out that moment. “Bokutō-kun, truth or dare?” His smile would’ve dropped to morph into an expression of pure confusion but your smile was just so addicting that his face was just mirroring yours.

“Hmm . . . let’s go with dare.”

“M’kay!” He thought it was impossible for your smile to get any wider, but he was proven wrong. “I dare you to go out on a date with me.” Now he was grinning ear to ear like a lovestruck fool.

“How does this Friday at seven sound?”

“It’s a date!”

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Your Holiday Mom: Momma BK

Merry Christmas and Welcome Home my beautiful child!!

What an impossible year you have had. Know that every time you have cried, I have cried. Every time you felt alone, so did I. But…YOU’RE HOME NOW!!!!!

We have been giddy around here waiting for your arrival. I put fresh sheets on your bed, and towels in the bathroom for you. Your brother and sister and I have been baking Christmas cookies like crazy! I sure hope you’re in the mood to eat decorated cut-out cookies, because we have dozens!!

We’re in a new house this year. Just wait until you see all the room in the kitchen. We can all be in there together cooking and getting ready for Christmas dinner. We’ll hang out in the basement rec room, which is where we put the tree. We put the lights on the tree and some of the ornaments. We wanted to wait until you get here to finish decorating it.

If you’re in the mood, we’ll cuddle on the couch when you get here and drink hot chocolate while watching Elf. Of course Dad likes A Christmas Story, and K’s favorite is Christmas Vacation. Oh who am I kidding….we’ll probably watch them all!

Dad wants to try and grill a turkey this year for Christmas dinner. So while he’s doing that I’ll put E in charge of the cheesy potatoes. K has a new idea for a salad this year, and I was hoping you would help me with the desserts. We’ll have an apple pie, and of course your favorite, a chocolate cake. Aunt D and Uncle P will come over later in the day with fresh lefse. We won’t go to bed hungry!

Oh my dear, lovely child…I remember the struggles my brother went through when he came out as gay over 30 years ago. The world has made progress, but there is still SO much to do.

In lieu of presents that need to be unwrapped, I’m telling all my children three things that I love and admire most about them. For you, there are so many wonderful qualities, but here are three of my favorite:

Your courage. You show so much courage and bravery by living your life exactly as you are. There are no pretenses to be someone you’re not. I wish all people could be like that.

Your determination. You do all you can in all ways possible to make the world better for all; no matter who they love.

Your loving heart and optimism. You have unwavering belief that even though this world is crazy now it won’t always be that way. You believe that someday life WILL get better for all.

My beautiful, beautiful child…although I haven’t met you know that I feel you in my heart. I love you unconditionally and am surround you with white light and love. Here’s to a healthy and happy New Year.

Your adoring Christmas Mama,

B.K.

** This year we are reprising your favorite letters. The original post date of this letter was Nov 28, 2018.

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Book Review: Lessons In Corruption by Giana Darling

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Where do I begin to describe how much I love this book, this series and this incredible author. I can’t count on both hands how many times I’ve re-read each book in the Fallen MC series, that’s how much I dearly adore them. As a frequent reader of taboo and motorcycle club romances, I was especially siked when I first read Lessons in Corruption to hear that it was an age gap (which all the books in the series are) and was student-teacher too.

Cressida Irons has spent the better part of her youth living a life never fully her own. Groomed to be a perfect, higher society housewife by her parents, she married her much older next-door neighbour at the age of eighteen, believing she was going into a marriage of excitement and adventure. Quickly, however, she realised her naive teen fantasies wouldn’t come true with her husband. After having an epiphanic glimpse into a more fulfilling and exciting life after seeing a man who could only be described as a chrome king, she leaves her secure husband and family behind. Starting over on her own two feet, she never expects to see the man who inspired her to escape her meagre life, never mind fall in love with him. But when she truly meets him, a man destined to be a king of the lawless and free, rearing to show her the world at his feet, she can’t help but want to be his rough and tumble queen. Only one problem- he’s her student.

‘Before King (B.K), I’d enjoyed my books, going on long walks through Stanley Park and hanging out with my parents. A freaking pathetic list. Now, I loved riding on the back of King’s black-and-chrome customised Harley Davidson with my breasts to his leather jacket and my hair in the wind’

King Kyle Garro, a man of only eighteen, who holds the weight of his predestined path to become the president of the Fallen MC on his shoulders like a bad omen. Forced to be a protector and adult from a young age by the world around him, he’s mature and intelligent beyond his years, with a desire to be more than is expected from him. When he saw Cressida gazing enraptured at him across a sun-soaked parking lot, he knew that she would be his, even if it meant he’d have to corrupt her in the process. Their age gap or the fact that she’s his teacher does nothing to deter him from seducing and showing Cressida how to truly live, he’s a man that gets what he wants and with her, he’ll stop at nothing to get his queen.

“Got shit for it when I was a kid but I’m a romantic. Read fuckin’ Wuthering Heights when I was eight and got hooked on the classics. Always knew I’d meet a girl, want her, take her and keep her forever. That would be it for me”

Though this is, of course, a romance and this story does include snippets of all the usual love tropes, the budding romance between these two characters is beautiful, exciting and brutally realistic. Every encounter they have through the book is filled with passion, something which Giana does exceptionally well with all of the romances she writes. Something the geek in me particularly enjoys is her use of fantasy and mythological tales in her stories. Her characters are often reminiscent and akin to greek gods and goddesses, but this doesn’t make them feel any less real. They all feel so much more special, sexy as sin but as loyal and powerful as the mythical beings that once ruled the world.

‘A king at home in a grocery store parking lot, his throne the worn seat of an enormous Harley’

In many romances I read nowadays, I always find that the heroine is in one of two categories- she’s tough as nails, an independent woman or she’s fragile, needing the protection and adoration of her hero. Cressida is a perfect blend of these, fierce yet vulnerable, strong yet willing to be soft in the arms of her King. She can defend herself when she wants and depend on her man too. She yearns to be adored and loved by a man who takes what he wants and will give her that roughness she’s always desired, to be taken and made to do the most sinful things. She finds that man in King, who is single-handily the most romantic and lyrically spoken hero I’ve ever read. He can be both dirty and swoon-worthy, reciting his own beautiful poetry in his seduction of Cress. He’s family-driven, just like his tough yet loving father Zeus and his fierce yet fun sister Harleigh Rose, who both get their own stories also. When we meet him, he’s young but has the maturity, talent and intelligence of a man twice his age. His seduction of Cress is beautiful, as he pushes her to accept him with his own assertiveness while giving her the freedom to grow and live free after escaping the restrictive clutches of her ex-husband and parents.

‘King was everything I’d dreamed a man should be: a real man built of loyalty, tenacity and verve, who laughed like the world was made just to entertain him and loved like crazy’

If there’s one thing I really love about this book, it’s definitely Cress’s character growth. She goes from being a social recluse, looking down on the world around her to a fun-loving, ready to take on the world babe. She’s still the same nerdy chick, using cute curses like ‘for Pete’s sake’ instead of swearing, but she’s wilder, ready to experience new things with her King at her side and the Garro clan at her back. Giana does this so wonderfully with all her characters, making them feel so realistic and complicated, that you can’t help but be drawn into their stories, feeling the pain and happiness of every moment. The different spoken text by the two characters, though a simple technique, adds so much to their character. Cressida speaks eloquently, tight-lipped in a way at the start of the book, as though the shadow of her old family is still present, but then she’s braver, louder, voicing her opinions and speaking from her true self. King is rough yet smooth even in tone, speaking in long sentences, choppy yet at the same time lyrical and poetic-like. Other characters, like Zeus for example, have this amazing tiny detail, creating even more personality for these characters and I simply adore it. Giana’s writing has quickly become my favourite thing to read, as each new story feels familiar but exciting and new. Though I’ve now ready countless MC romances, this series especially feels so special and memorable to me in particular, because I feel like I experience everything these characters do. As Cressida breaks free of the mental chains her ex-husband and parents restrained her with, we feel the same excitement when she takes her first ride on the back of King’s motorcycle and every moment between them after.

‘It didn’t really feel like me, not the new Cressida who rode on the back of motorcycles, got drunk on weeknights with strangers and let teenage boys feast on her pussy in the middle of her classroom’

And let’s not forget how good this story is steam wise- it gets real hot when reading any of Giana’s books. When you read as much smut and steamy romance as I do, sometimes you can find that sex scenes are lacking or just don’t live up to the building tension author’s have been creating with their characters. With this book though… it’s everything you’ve been waiting for and more! Each encounter is exciting and passionate between King and Cressida, placed beautifully in the story so that it feels exciting and new. What I’ve noticed especially with miss Darling is that her sex scenes never just come randomly. They always add more to the story, either it be by advancing the character’s personality or adding more fire to the burning romance we’re reading through. Each of Giana’s stories feel so well thought out and miraculously detailed that when you start to read her other books you begin to notice all the extra details she’s been hiding that lead on to new romances with her characters and events that were foreshadowed three books ago, that finally accumulate and cause havoc upon release. It’s exhilarating. It’s also genius writing and it’s just one of the reasons I love Giana’s work so much.

‘I’m asking you to risk everything to be my partner, to stand by my side and rule the Fallen men of Entrance, to lie, cheat and steal, to breathe my fucking breath, take my kiss and my cock and rule with me’

With Lessons in Corruption, it feels like I’m being introduced to the whole idea of a motorcycle club once again, especially with one so focused on family and love. Because of this, as you learn each member’s story, you begin to feel like your part of the family yourself and it’s such a lovely, warm feeling to have associated with these books. It feels like coming home when I re-read King and Cressida’s story and each one after. Giana’s beautiful writing and storytelling shine so brightly in this first story, sucking you into the world of The Fallen- I cannot recommend this story highly enough. For both newbies and well-versed readers of MC romances, this story is a stellar example of great characters, storytelling, steaminess and beautiful writing.

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟/5

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nuturangel · 7 years ago

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How excruciating it is When you keep ripping pieces off of me, but oh how i adore falling apart for you, since it is you.

— b.k.

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glamandgrace · 7 years ago

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Oh how much I adore Sunday mornings and the coziness that it embodies. At the moment our household is currently flu-ridden and in the midst of trying to conquer all the “yuckiness”(as my four year old likes to call it). None the less, Sundays are my favorite. I love waking up before everyone in our home, which is difficult to do since our almost six year old is an extreme early bird and is usually everyone’s alarm clock. My body is of course a pro at waking up early due to having kids. The thought of sleeping in on a Sunday morning is now a precious, long lost memory that I took for granted B.K. (Before Kids), yet I don’t mind it.

My morning routine starts with making coffee from our well-loved coffee press, and then sitting down to enjoy it while reading my daily devotional and bible scriptures. I adore my morning quiet time spent with a cup of fresh coffee and Jesus. Nothing will ever beat the peace and focus I become blessed with when I meet with our Lord first thing in the morning.

To me, Sundays equal pure happiness. It really is the little things that matter to me. When you think about the perfect Sunday, I am pretty sure the thoughts of brunch, lattes, mimosas, or being buried under the coziest of duvet blankets comes to mind. My Sunday consists of hearing my little loves laughing and being silly at the kitchen table as they eat donuts. I never fail to become engulfed with beautiful emotion hearing our church’s live worship music. Hot bubble baths, trying new face masks, and anything rose scented is my ultimate pampering pleasure I indulge in to unwind. And of course, I always have the perfectly curated soundtrack to go with it all! I made a Soulful Sunday playlist that sets the perfect cozy Sunday vibe.

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shobioo · 4 years ago

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Adore You (Bokuto x Reader)

𝐦𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝟎𝟏. 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐥𝐲𝐝𝐞

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𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬:

Y/n had woken up late thinking she was really early, until Kenma pointing out she wasn’t.

Akaashi was too busy in his class to check his phone, (we love a king who learns instead of entertaining his best friends 😍)

Y/n lives close to her campus so she didn’t need a ride, she just had to run there in time (which she failed, but she tried her best😌)

Y/n’s teacher isn't that strict, he just never allowed eating in his classroom.

Bokuto thought that Bonnie and Clyde was just some Disney movie 😔

𝐀𝐍: SO we have a taglist now 👀. If you'd like to be in it just sent an ask :)) and AHHH! Tysm for all the love and likes!!!

TAGLIST: (If in bold I couldn't tag you!) @tendo-sxtori @evan-rose @nico-exe-1 @orchid-tea-party @marvel-ing-at-it-all @beancurdbaby @lilsimp @coffeeaddictedmay @galagcica @javj @dumbb1tc4 @mrswhitethornbelikov @navymacaroons @alienvarmint @ghoulgirlradio @volexis @putmeinyourdeathnote @420-uwu @ktzuki @anejuuuuoy @knucklestuff @reina-de-tay

imagine this as my divider yet again because i used all my pic limits>

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shobioo · 4 years ago

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Adore You (Bokuto x Reader)

𝐦𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝟎𝟐. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬

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𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬:

While bokuto was 👁️👁️ at Y/n, Y/n was singing; "Milkshake by Kelis” in her head.

Keiji started overthinking once Bokuto started talking about the "pretty girl" thinking who it could be.

Bokuto immediately asked Y/n for her twitter instead of her number.

Bokuto didn't mean to flash y/n with his C’s, after noticing he did it he thinks y/n thinks he's a genius.

Kenma almost laughed his head off in the middle of his class after finding out Y/n is partnered with Bo.

The night 2020 was officially over Kuroo says; "that's very 2020 of you." or "Leave it in 2020 now."

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shobioo · 4 years ago

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Adore You (Bokuto x Reader)

𝐦𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝟏𝟒. 𝐀𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮

“What are you doing here?” You asked, staring at Bokuto who was in the guest bathroom laying in the bathtub. The sound of your voice made him perk up, “Y/N! What are You doing here?” His tone was slurred a bit. Though it was hard to hear with the sound of the music, once you closed the bathroom door it became muffled. Bokuto jumped up trying to get out of the tub before stopping, he then raised an eyebrow. Almost confused about how to get out...

You shook your head before going over to him. If you couldn’t tell by the slurred speech you could tell now by the smell that he definitely wasn’t the soberest. He practically just got here, you're surprised he could get drunk this fast.

Bokuto stayed silent as he looked at you, his eyes glossy. “Do you hate me?” He asked, the question made you scrunch your nose. Why would he ever think that? Then it clicked, you two haven’t spoken since that kiss. Which you wanted to beat yourself up for. You sigh before moving the shower curtain to get a better look at him.

You looked at him, his blinks slow as he moved around in the bathtub. “And I thought I messed it all up, I just didn’t wanna be by myself anymore when I met you.”

You were at a loss for words, he felt like that? “Cause that sucks!” He yelled, throwing his arms out knocking down some of the bottles of soap he looked at the soap now fallen on its side muttering a distant ‘sorry’ to it for his outburst. “An I tried talking to someone else.”

Your mind wandered to the girl from before, you did hate to admit it but you were jealous. You didn’t even know why, now looking back at it she didn’t seem to be interested in the conversation as much as Bokuto did.

“But I couldn’t cause I only talked bout you.” Bokuto’s mouth opened before closing again. He kinda looks like a fish out of water as he tried to find his words.

“Cause I adore you?” He muttered, loud enough for you to hear. Not thinking if it was cheesy or not.“Yeah!” He shouts.

“I adore you, I adore your laugh, I adore the way you bite your lip while studying the hard questions, or when we quiz each other on the things we like and your eyebrows scrunch.” He looked at you, the words that seemed so lost to find now came pouring.

“I like the way you shine in the sun, or when you were there when it felt like nobody was.” Bokuto reached out grabbing your hand. “But, I think I like everything about you because.” His voice trailed, as he studied your hand though he couldn’t see it your face was plastered with softness. Your heart swelling at all the things he mentioned, which if you were stubborn enough you wouldn’t believe he had meant. But you knew now that lying didn’t suit him a whole bunch.

“I like you.” He said, before placing his forehead on your hand and letting out a groan. “Did I say everything right?” “I think you did.” He answers himself.

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𝐀𝐍: No fun facts again! Uhm, This chapter. Yep, that’s all please don’t hit my lines unless your name Bokuto Koutarou. But, the taglist is officially closed. (😔) sadness overtakes me since this bby is coming to and end soon. Sobs, no but thank you everyone for the support from the start I gained like so many followers and I’m so grateful 🥂 y’all ain’t even get to slap anyone...UNLESS THATS NEXT CHAPTER OR SUM- I dunno imma let it slideee.

TAGLIST: (If in bold I couldn't tag you!) @tendo-sxtori @evan-rose @nico-exe-1 @orchid-tea-party @marvel-ing-at-it-all @beancurdbaby @lilsimp @coffeeaddictedmay @galagcica @javj @dumbb1tc4 @mrswhitethornbelikov @alienvarmint @ghoulgirlradio @volexis @putmeinyourdeathnote @420-uwu @ktzuki @anejuuuuoy @knucklestuff @reina-de-tay

#bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #bokuto smau #bokuto koutarou smau #bokuto x y/n #Bokuto Kōtarō #hq smau #hq bokuto #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#adore you - smau #b.k adore you

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