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[kozumesphone]

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⤷ haikyū!! boys (multiple) x fem!reader

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♡ fandom | haikyū!!

♡ includes | rintaro suna x f!reader. atsumu miya x f!reader. kotaro bokuto x f!reader. keiji akaashi x f!reader. (separate pairings/drabbles)

♡ warnings | swearing (in suna’s and akaashi’s), loser boyfriend behaviour (in bokuto’s), nicknames (‘babe’, ‘my girl’, etc. in suna’s and akaashi’s), i-love-you’s, very very very short but effective as fuck (it’s literally all 100-200 words each but I loved the endings help), not proofread as always, lmk if I made any mistakes anywhere.

♡ a/n | my favourite inarizaki and fukurōdani boys!!!!! also I kinda projected onto y/n’s personality so i’m acc sorry if it doesn’t cater to your exact personality 😭 and they’re drabbles for a reason but still: they’re so short help 💀 anyway, suna and akaashi’s were inspired by this post (more parts coming soon!)

♡ wc | 1k

(りんたろう 。。。RINTARŌ SUNA !

“delete that!” I shrieked, launching myself at my boyfriend’s body.

he held his phone out of reach and said, “but babe, I like the picture—”

“rin! that pictures is garbage—at least let me get pretty, and then we can go out. then you take some pictures and look at them forever, or whatever.” I grumbled, folding my hands over my chest and flopping down onto the couch.

“but you always look pretty,” he looked down at me, before tumbling onto my lap.

“shut up.”

“but you do! even when you think you don’t look pretty, you do! especially when you’re napping or doing stupid shit without me or bullying ‘tsumu into buying you ramen at 2 in the night, and it makes me fall flat on my face, everyday, knowing I get to wake up to such a beautiful person by my side,” he said, fondly, and grinned. rintarō suna grinned at me! wait. i’m his girlfriend. why am I simping over that?

words failed me, so I just resorted to turning bright red and grumbling. “yeah. whatever. shut up—”

he pecked my cheek and sat back.

unable to conceal my red cheeks and wide eyes, I stood up, smacking his head, and walked to the kitchen.

“oi! don’t ‘whatever’ me! I love you!” he yelled, and stood up, continuing to follow me as I giggled to myself.

宮 みや 侑 あつむ 。。。ATSUMU MIYA !

“y/n, I swear to god, stop diving–” osamu started.

“IT’S LITERALLY MY JOB, SHUT UP–”

“YOU GOT ENOUGH PRACTICE, YOU’LL HURT YOUR TINY SELF–”

“oi oi oiii, don’t call my girl tiny,” atsumu, my personal favourite miya twin, said, walking onto the court with three bentōs and water bottles. he pecked my check.

“huh? she started it!” osamu pointed an accusatory finger at me.

I blew a raspberry in his face, sticking my tongue out.

“oho, I see the team is here, eh? spiker, setter, and libero, mm?” kita’s voice rang out, his smug tone not going unnoticed.

I groaned. “don’t you dare let akagi-senpai hear that. I will kill myself if he hears it. I don’t need a skilled, official libero flaming behind me.”

“after akagi-san graduates, we’ll probably die trying to find a proper libero, ehh,” osamu said.

“what if we disguise n/n as a guy?” atsumu suggested. I slapped his arm, catching onto his idea.

“dude! yes!” I screamed.

“bro! I love you so much!” ‘tsumu shrieked, grinning.

“ahh, to be young, to dream, and to be in love,” kita sighed behind us.

ぼくと こうたろう 。。。KŌTARŌ BOKUTO !

“i’m not fixing him, i’m making him worse,” I smiled.

“are you talking about bokuto or your toys?” akaashi raised his brow. “you’re supposed to say, ‘I can fix him’, not ‘i’m not fixing him’.” he groaned. “god knows he needs it!”

“excuse me?!” bokuto screeched, walking into the living room with two bowls of popcorn, feigning shock.

“kashi! don’t say that to my baby,” I frowned. “you’re an absolute angel, c’mere, baby.” I made grabby motions at bokuto. he grinned at me, turned around to stick his tongue out at akaashi, and handed him a bowl of popcorn. akaashi pretended to gag, but accepted the bowl and started scarfing down the popcorn without hesitation.

“he’s just jealous he doesn’t have a y/n,” bokuto grumbled after sitting down beside me, and hiding his face in my neck.

“I see her everyday anyway, and I don’t need another, honestly. she’s chaotic as it is,” he said, halfway through finishing his bowl. I flashed him a toothy grin and stole some popcorn from bokuto’s bowl.

he handed the entire bowl over to me, and mumbled, looking anywhere but at me, “itwasforyouinthefirstplace.” I still saw his red ears and giggled.

“bro, you’ve been with her for two years,” akaashi pointed out. “you still get nervous talking to her, just like the first time, eh–”

“shhh, kashi! let me enjoy one of japan’s top aces getting flustered over popcorn–it’s cute.”

“youreluckyIloveyou!”

“what was that? i’m sorry, I didn’t quite hear you–”

after that, bokuto whined and akaashi teased him, and I could only look at them and smile, till the movie ended.

akaashi moved to his bedroom while I walked up the stairs and flopped down onto bokuto’s soft mattress, melting into it.

he was already sound asleep beside me, passing out as soon as his body had hit the bed around an hour ago. I rolled closer to him, and threw both my legs over his blanket-covered ones, lying in an odd diagonal position across the bed.

I opened tumblr on my phone to scroll through my dash before sleeping. I chuckled at the first post that showed up, reblogged it, and fell asleep.

あかあし 。。。KEIJI AKAASHI !

keiji came over around an hour ago to my dorm after his volleyball practice with the boys ended late. after he took a shower and came out half-naked, we fell onto the couch in the living room together, wrapped in a blanket together with the air conditioning at its lowest temperature.

he was lying to the inner side of the couch on his side and I layed down right in front of him, on my side too.

“I can feel you staring. it’s creepy as fuck,” I said, turning around to look at him in the dim light of the room illuminated solely by the television playing some show.

“i’m not even allowed to look at my girl now? geez,” he rolled his eyes, continuing to gaze lazily at my face. my breathing quickened at the short distance, and I was sure he could tell.

“don’t look at me with those eyes,” I whispered.

“what eyes?” he smirked, leaning in.

kozumesphone © 2024 | don’t repost my works onto other platforms, or edit and post them even on tumblr, without asking me first • don’t steal my works, steal my heart instead • reblogs and comments are more than appreciated !

[remyfire]

ooh... #2, "things you said through your teeth," or #18, "things you said when you were scared" for beejtrap?

"Things You Said" Prompts AO3 Crosspost Percy, you are feeding me so fucking well, god bless. Beejtrap my beloved!! Set in a beejtraphawk verse because I know what we're about fhkfd Things you said...through your teeth

When Trapper slams the hood of BJ's car shut, BJ is still standing off to the side, arms crossed and hip cocked out as he stares down the silent, empty road. The closest people to their current location are the ones who own a gas station about two miles behind him, and he knows this because his calves are still smarting from walking there since he's fallen behind on his jogging from how busy he's been lately. He'd remembered driving past it, remembered seeing in his rear view mirror the crudely hand-painted sign that announced they were the last station for forty miles in the other direction, remembered wondering at how such a place could stay open when there were only a couple of cars in the lot that seemed for all intents and purposes to belong to the two staff members working there. A teenaged girl blowing bubbles with her chewing gum had been behind the counter and she'd pointed to a payphone outside when BJ finally got there and inquired after it.

He'd really, really, really hoped it would be Hawkeye who answered. And it had not been, because of course not.

He's not being fair and he knows it. If his battery was gonna die in the middle of him driving home from his trip—for fuck's sake, why does this shit always happen when I'm as far away from the garage as possible?—then he should be thanking his lucky stars that anybody but Hawk was coming to his rescue. He's pretty sure that Hawk wouldn't have even been able to open the hood of their second car. But the problem with it being Trapper is that as he wipes the sweat from his brow with his forearm, something immense boils inside BJ, something that threatens to bowl him over even after all these months of sharing the same space. Something that isn't pure virulent anger. And he really can't let it continue to expand.

"You're all set." Trapper flashes a grin. "Couldn't have picked a hotter day for it to putter out, huh?"

BJ rolls his eyes and shifts his weight to his other leg. "Mm, yeah, McIntyre, I orchestrated the whole thing just to make you waste the gas."

"With all the words you're shovin' in my mouth, you're lucky my gag reflex is loosening up," he teases.

A potent cocktail mixes itself within him. Frustration that he can't tell if Trapper's trying to humiliate him or not. Embarrassment that he's not sure which of those he wants to be true. The faintest stream of desire that he immediately tries to block off.

When a good five seconds tick by without BJ finding his tongue, Trapper cocks his head. "You got anythin' t'say to me after all that?" His smile widens.

BJ shakes his head. "Nope. Not that I can think of."

"Really?"

"Goodbye?" BJ suggests.

For a long moment, Trapper is silent, and BJ's cheeks warm as he begins tapping his shoe on the dirt. The flush is probably just from the sun. It's almost unbearable today even for him, a guy who was practically nursed on the sticky humidity. He'd forgotten how pleasantly dry the air could be the further he was from the bay. He misses it now.

BJ finally wanders back to his car. "Well, since we don't have anything else to say—"

Trapper grabs him by the arm and BJ whips around, ripping it from his grasp. Trap scoffs. "I just wanna know if you see the funny thing about this." He comes so close that BJ can smell his musk, rich tendrils of sweat and something so uniquely McIntyre wrapping around him like vines. An instinct has BJ sway an inch forward, but stubbornness makes him fall back again as though it was simply a breeze that drifted by. Trap flicks his gaze from BJ's eyes to his mouth, stays there just long enough to make the sensitive skin tingle, then stares him down once more. "If this situation was swapped—if you were the knight riding in to rescue me—you'd be struttin' around and getting real pissy if I didn't show you any gratitude. You'd hold it over my head for a fuckin' month. Am I right?"

BJ inhales slowly and deeply, then turns his head, his jaw clenching to the point of pain.

"Hey." Trapper touches BJ's cheek and brings him right back around.

As flames erupt where his fingers are, BJ balks. "You don't get to touch me," he warns.

Trapper's brows shoot up. "Don't I?"

There's a spark suddenly, a remembered warmth that blooms on his hips, a place where Trapper's fingerprints are tattooed. The last time they shared Hawkeye, they'd been frantic like they were trying to devour an ice cream sundae before it melted. BJ was inside of Hawk at that moment, pounding him, dizzy from the overwhelming need to possess him as utterly as he could, and it had taken Trapper grabbing his hips from behind to notice that Hawk had started to drift in that pretty way he does when he's so blissed out by their hunger. "Y'wanna slow down, tease him a little?" That's what Trapper had asked. And BJ did, if only because what he'd suddenly found himself craving was the press of Trapper's body against his back, skin on skin, Trap's chin on his shoulder and his whisper in BJ's ear of exactly how he should take Hawkeye, and that had terrified him.

That's not what they do. They don't touch. They're not close. For one moment, BJ had lost his mind and forgotten who and what they are to each other—The Other Man. All mixed up in a strangely cozy home.

And yet Trapper is still running his thumb over BJ's bottom lip. And BJ is letting him.

"You're a real piece of work, honey," Trapper breathes, and though BJ waits for him to tack on the rest of his surname, he doesn't. Not only does he let the endearment stay just as it is but his voice is so warm, it's like he's not all that angry at him in the first place. His mind jumps to the next possibility—waits for a light but painful smack on his cheek in the style of Leo—but instead Trapper drags his thumb so gently over his cheek and leaves a path of tingles in his wake. When he steps back, BJ's body pulls him forward again, but Trap's already turning away, unaware. "I'll see you back at the house."

It's the most infuriating thing he's ever done in his life, he thinks, but when the flare of panic in his chest explodes at the sight of him walking away—probably disappointed, probably hating BJ, because why wouldn't he?—BJ chokes out a tight, suffocated, "Thanks."

Trapper stops. Turns back around. "Come again?"

Of course he's gonna make BJ say it again. BJ snarls at him, teeth gritted, then tries once more. "Thank you."

For a long moment, they simply watch each other. He waits for Trapper to rub it in his face, maybe laugh at him for finally, God, submitting or whatever the hell this is. But Trap saunters toward him with fire in those honey brown eyes and BJ's heart begins to race. Yeah, sure, the road's quiet. Nobody's coming from either direction. But when Trapper puts his hands on the hood of the car on either side of him and crushes his mouth against his, BJ still thinks he must be hallucinating. Dehydration, sunstroke, something. He tastes too fucking sweet for this to actually be happening.

But the weight of his body as he slowly pushes forward, that's real. Just like the shirt that BJ grabs fistfuls of for support until his back hits the hot metal. Just like the persistent pressure of his cock directly against BJ's through their jeans.

God. Oh God, he wants him. Fucking hell, he wants him more than he can say. Fuck.

When Trapper finally breaks the kiss, it feels like it's been a century, and BJ wonders, of all things, if his palms are blistered from being pressed against the hood for so long. But whatever's brewing today in the thick California summer heat, he's not totally unaffected by it. No, he's panting just like BJ is. And he's equally as hard. And because BJ is too afraid to make the next move, they simply watch each other, frozen, not saying a word, not until Trap finally grins and murmurs, "Just a little positive reinforcement for you. It'll do you good."

"Shut the fuck up," BJ shakily replies.

Trapper chuckles. His hand finds BJ's waist next, dragging down until it cradles his ilium as though it belongs there, and when he squeezes, a treacherous grunt bursts free from BJ's ribs. Trap hums in response. He starts to pull away but BJ can't get his grip to loosen right away, and they hover a few seconds longer before he can finally bring himself to let Trapper go. Trap's visibly hard in his jeans, a thick and overwhelming length that BJ spends far too much time trying not to stare at when they're in bed with Hawk, and when he risks a glance back up, Trapper is staring right at BJ's painful erection too.

Trap licks his lips. "I'll be waitin' for you at home."

His stomach somersaults. "Waiting for what?"

Trap shrugs. "I'll let you show me." He spins around on his heel and throws his hand up in a lazy wave over his shoulder. "Be safe gettin' back, honey."

Before Korea, BJ spent the greater majority of his adult life feeling like he was in complete control, hands on the wheel at ten o'clock and two o'clock, going nice and slow, knowing his exact destination. He's been off-roading without a map now for months. And as Trapper drives away, he gets the first real temptation to speed as fast as he can and see what happens if they collide.

He doesn't know what the fuck he's gonna show Trapper when he gets back either. But for once, he's able to admit that he's damn curious to find out.

[daegorth]

TATTOO THIS ON MY HEART

Selección Argentina on twitter

[thelonelylemonsquare]

Aphrodite and Ares 🦢🥀

[mytho-nerd]

Me? Posting Greek god sketches in 2024? This is practically unheard of

[s0fter-sin]

watching the valeria interrogation again and when alejandro says, “you disgrace the army”, rudy steps forward but when alejandro looks over his shoulder at him and says, “and your brothers, no?” he steps back again, almost like he’s trying to pull himself out of the conversation

alejandro leans in close to her and rudy reacts like he wants to pull him away, to protect him from her and from her words, but when he brings up that valeria hurt him too, betrayed him too, rudy retreats like he doesn't want to be reminded of it

it's alejandro who keeps valeria talking about the past, who prompts her to say more when simply saying she's ex-military would've been enough. they bait each other, valeria far more successfully than alejandro; she’s essentially running the interrogation

this speaks volumes of rudy’s interjection of, “he (the son of la areña) was supposed to go to prison”. he’s getting short; cutting off valeria and her excuses, not to redirect them back to the point of the interrogation but bc he’s done with her. rudy’s terser with her, more obviously angry, than he is with an actual terrorist

alejandro can't get past their history; let's himself get pulled off track and compromised but not be he's more upset than rudy. rudy has just repressed the hell out of it; if he doesn't think about it then it didn't happen

but now, he's suddenly being confronted with it head on

"you disgrace the army," is generalised; valeria didn't just hurt rudy, she hurt all of them. it's easier to take

"and your brothers," calls rudy out directly for his pain; pain alejandro wants retribution for and he doesn't want to face it, doesn't want to admit to it bc he doesn’t want to have to feel it

[loveaetingkids]

(Credit or reblog if you wanna use)

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

FC Yee really looked at Korrasami and said "Wanna see me make it better?" And then DID. And then looked at Kataang and said "Wanna see me do it again?" And then DID! TT0TT

Please ATLA writing team, keep this guy on as an advisor TT0TT Please let him write some Korrasami and Kataang I beg.

[tinta--branca--art]

i dont think im gonna finish this one so here,, be free my sons

[bmpmp3]

everyone on earth probably has a hypothetical farming sim in their mind's eye that they daydream about on occasion because of the unfortunate situation that despite there being like a thousand farming games released every minute only like 4 of them are any good. and i think this is fun, i think its good to keep the imagination alive. if i made a farming sim i would bring back rival marriages from the old friends of mineral town. i want to steal someones wife.

[puckpocketed]

Eric Stephens u are the ONLY sports journalist to ever exist !!!!

[bugwolfsstuff]

I love how the lore olympus post i made got completly derailed to talk shit about whatever the norse myth (if it can even be called that) nonsense that i have already forgotten the name of.

I am definitely steering away from that webtoon thank you lmao

[larrylimericks]

31Oct22

On Grease, Louis’s frequently doted; He once played the lead, it’s well noted. Now Larries are thriving Cos Harry’s hand-jiving — To LOU, hopelessly still devoted.

[xiakeik]

U know especially for someone who hasn't consumed JJK in awhile, that's really accurate. I'd really love more details if u want but not only is that super accurate but man what a fucking fun character that would be. Idk even know who I'd want to see them interact with the most because I want to see them interact with everybody. The stuff like doing insane things to win arguments and caring so much about how they look is such a perfect way to combine their traits too

Little rushed comic I thought I could do of their interaction with Mr. Stanford Pines himself!

Further explaination under the cut :]

Some other fun things I thought of regarding Nopher that aren't specifically related to Ford/anyone:

Nopher (which I'll say is the fusion name), definitely will have a hard time getting used to the body first. If you think about it, it's just Sukuna & Itadori in Season 1 (which btw, IF my art block doesn't attack me, i MIGHT draw an interaction btwn them). Simply not pleasant LMAO. Ford doesn't really know what to do with it because Nopher isn't much of a threat for the moment. Another thing to note is that Nopher kinda just showed up to to Ford's doorstep (thanks Bill) and while Ford DOES immediately recognize Bill in Nopher, he does not recognize the physical body he inhabits. Ford doesn't know Nobara, and Nobara doesn't know Ford. Only connection they really have with each other is Bill. I feel like Ford would be VERY intrigued by how Nobara, who likely doesn't have much knowledge on Bill, is able to withstand brief periods of possession per say? I'd like to think that although Ford really doesn't want to do anything with Cipher At All, he can't really ignore the fact that he got a "random" person involved. Obviously Nopher's capable of pretty much the entire arsenal that Nobara & Bill have (except Bill's powers might be a teensy bit limited but they don't know that).

Don't ask me where they get the money from but they do enjoy clothes shopping/shopping in general for the trendy stuff. One of the very few things they "enjoy"/have in common.

Nobara within the mindspace once in awhile will get excited to see the things they have around Oregon, same with Bill when they meet the JJK gang in Tokyo.

Bill ABSOLUTELY gets really confused over the idea of being able to see Curses. The creatures released during Weirdmageddon couldn't leave the confinements of the town, so it's a shocker for Bill to find that there are actually other worldly beings residing in a place outside of Gravity Falls. Freely too! (If they aren't killed)

On the contrary though, Nobara will always see the weird stuff happening in Gravity Falls as a threat. She's been trained that way to never let her guard down and she's BRUTAL with it. I think during these times, Nopher's general "crazy" really starts to come out.

Regarding the past 2 bullet points, it's a just whole new struggle for Nopher: Nobara needs to continue protecting people from Curses that normal people can't even see, whereas Bill always wants to try and make allies with them. It's tough.

That's probably all I'm gonna come up with for now!! I do have a semi-large project I'd like to get started on & finish before the end of the week so story-building Nopher may not be prioritized for now. I do hope you enjoyed my ramble though, anon!

[sarcasmiclife]

All I currently wish for in this life is to read Darrow and Virginia dancing the Forbidden Dance from the mines in front of the Solar Republic

[princess-of-purple-prose]

[ID: Two pages from Trigun Maximum. In the first, Rem cries as she passionately exclaims to Vash, "Don't throw it all away! Don't let it go! Don't say you'd rather die!" Young Vash seems shocked as she exclaims that she wants to see the world together, because it's made up of more than worthless people. Rem's face is scrunched up and flushed, tears beading at her eyes as she cries.

In the second, Marlin fondly tells Vash that Meryl and Milly worry when he leaves them and that he needs to learn to let people help him out, because they want to do so. Vash seems surprised, then begins to cry. He looks similar to Rem, with flushed cheeks and tears at the corners of his eyes, as he cries, "... Don't... Just... Don't tell me something like that now!" End ID]

Like mother, like son.... [starts bawling so hard I choke to death]

[ID: Another flashback page with Rem and Vash. Vash smiles with contentment and says, "But... if you hadn't stopped me then... I never would have know that when you cry, Rem... you look like you're laughing." Rem is still teary, but she smiles happily. End ID]

Bonus :')