“I have to talk to you.” You say, catching Araki’s gaze before he boarded the plane, “I have a million things to talk to you about. A million things we have to talk about. So while you’re competing at the World Cup, please remember that all I want in this world is you.”
Araki responded with a long, silent pause. You looked down nervously and waited until his voice broke through the silence. “When I come back… I expect you to take responsibility.”
"I... I don't think you’re using that line right."
"Really?" His face contorted in confusion as he scratched the back of his head. He su
Brow in a cold sweat, he fidgets nervously as he awaited your arrival at the airport. It's been several months since he last seen you and as much as he supported your decision to study aboard, he couldn't wait to have you back home- back into his arms.
Moving his head rapidly from side to side among the crowd to catch a glimpse of you, he let out an exasperated sigh before murmuring quietly to himself. “Where the hell is she?!”
“Tetsu!” Right on cue, your voice called out to him and before he could utter a word, your body crushed into his in a bone-crushing embrace that filled his body with warmth. Mouth drawing back
Lips on his, the feeling itself was indescribable and left an unnerving effect on him. What is this feeling? He asked himself as your mouths met and the touch of your lips sparked an energy that plunged to the very depths of his soul. And-
Only you had the amazing ability to make him feel weak in the knees with a kiss alone. How the hell you did it was a mystery within itself. And just when he thought you couldn't make his heart beat any faster, when you looked up at him, he found it impossible to ignore the stupid somersault his heart did and it suddenly became easy for him to imagine spending the rest of his life with you by his side becau
"Come with me." Akashi breathed against your ear and before you could even question why, he spun you expertly onto the dance floor. "You've been avoiding me all night.'
"No, I haven't."
"Yes, you have." He pulled you closer and spun you once again, forcing you to lean into him while you hold his muscular shoulders. "Even though you may believe your presence is not needed tonight, you are most certainly wrong."
"I want to show you off to the world," You feel your heart skip a beat when his lips form a small smile. "and I can only do that if you're by my side."
While following his lead, there was a part of you that wished you could escape f
The weak light of the morning pierced through the curtain, reminding you the night was officially over. The rain was pattering against the window in the background but you were pleasantly buzzed and relaxed with the endorphins of the nights bedroom activities. You moan into the plump pillow, stretching your limbs before finally rolling to face your lover.
"Morning." Ukai's voice is deep and sensual, his tousled hair fell in disarray over his forehead and his dark chocolate eyes gleamed with a mix of emotions you couldn't place. So instead of wracking your brain over it, you tugged him forward and kissed his carved lips. His rough stubble con
Takuma Egawa | Second Best by yoshiina, literature
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Takuma Egawa | Second Best
"You're staring again."
"No, I'm not."
"Yeah, you are."
He scoffed before averting his gaze from where Natsu and Eiichiro were practicing serves on the other side of the venue. He raised his arm to swing his racket down, sending over a flat, powerful serve down the middle towards you.
"But I understand how you feel."
"Feel about what?" Takuma's scowl deepened.
"Being second best." You started as you jumped up and returned the ball, nearly hitting it with the rim of your racket. "Who would have thought we'll lose to Natsu and Ei-chan."
"I didn't lose to anyone."
"Says the boy sulking over some unrequited love." Preparing for another sw
"Hey!" You winced, glaring at our boyfriend as pain bloomed in your forehead from a swift flick. "What the hell Takaya?!"
You could see his nostrils flare from where he stood in front of you with fists clenched at his sides. "Stop doing that."
You furrowed your eyebrows, glancing up at him. "Stop doing what?"
"Stop hanging around Mihashi all the time." You could just see the anger building up inside of him. His breath became harsh and shallow as his hands clenched tighter, itching to swing and knock the star pitcher out. "The last I checked you were my girl, not his!"
Your eyes sparkled and your pursed lips parted a little before widening
The naked winter trees line the street and your breath rises in visible puffs to join the clouded night sky. There's a freezing chill in the air that brings crispness to the leaves that crunch underfoot. Rosy cheeked, you stomp to keep warm, pulling the woolen hat over your reddened ears and tightening scarf over your blue-tinged lips. Your teeth are chattering as the cold seeps into your gloves, numbing your fingers until they cease to bend properly, stiffen and frigid.
The winter cold howls through the scarce streets that led up to the train station and you could feel the air being heavy as your lungs were filled with as sharp frost each t
Midorima Shintaro | Can't Help Falling In Love by yoshiina, literature
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Midorima Shintaro | Can't Help Falling In Love
Inspiration
Twenty One Pilots ― "Can't Help Falling In Love"
Wise men say
Only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay
Would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you
It was a late hour for dinner; most of the tables of the restaurant were empty as you sat by candlelight on the balcony with soft, sensual music playing in the background. He watches as you take a sip of wine before you notice his gaze. The hint of a blush forms on your cheeks before a shy smile slips out.
He smiles warmly back as if to comfort you before his eyes roam to your frame. His stare glides from your eyes to your nose, t
“I have to talk to you.” You say, catching Araki’s gaze before he boarded the plane, “I have a million things to talk to you about. A million things we have to talk about. So while you’re competing at the World Cup, please remember that all I want in this world is you.”
Araki responded with a long, silent pause. You looked down nervously and waited until his voice broke through the silence. “When I come back… I expect you to take responsibility.”
"I... I don't think you’re using that line right."
"Really?" His face contorted in confusion as he scratched the back of his head. He su
Types of People - 5 A.M. - Ukai Keishin by DietHumanity, literature
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Types of People - 5 A.M. - Ukai Keishin
5 am - evening drives, dark circles under eyes, neon lights, vivid dreams, broken handwriting, 90s music, leather jackets, tousled hair, late night phone calls, silver necklaces, flannel around their waist
It was pretty typical that he called you—voice quiet and full of fondness—to come out for a drive at 5 in the morning.
Keishin always, always seemed so restless but more so this year. You figured exam stress and the looming future of true adulthood caused it. Still, you liked it when he asked for you to go for a drive to see the sunrise somewhere far away from the neon lights of the city. It comforted you; it reminded you that
Track 5 - Nobody - Ukai Keishin by DietHumanity, literature
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Track 5 - Nobody - Ukai Keishin
Nobody Audio
It's almost two in the morning when the convenience store bell tinkles. Ukai almost swears—minutes away from closing up for the night and now someone decides to come in? Slamming his newspaper down on the counter and fingers itching for another cigarette, he starts to speak.
"Listen, I've got a really early morning tomorrow, so I would appreciate it if you could just get your stuff and—"
The laugh Ukai hears startles him into looking up, and he's greeted with a sight he thought he'd never see again.
You. You, with messy hair falling from a loose bun. You, with flushed cheeks and chewed-on lips. You, with eyes misc
Track 8 - Shrike - Ushijima Wakatoshi by DietHumanity, literature
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Track 8 - Shrike - Ushijima Wakatoshi
Shrike Audio
You were leaving. He couldn't believe you were actually leaving.
Of course, he should have processed this months ago when you began talking about your study abroad program. Ushijima just didn't think you'd actually go through with it. All throughout your childhood you talked of grand adventures and ambitions that never came to fruition. The only thing you ever dedicated yourself to was music. And now, as you had put it, all that hard work finally paid off when you got accepted to study for a year at the Royal Academy of Music in London. In the recesses of his heart, Ushijima knew you would come back. But the nagging whisper in
Tetsurou Kuroo x Reader
As you chomp on the last bite of your dessert, your eyes are still glue to your screen while your thumb scrolls through an article. There is that itching like there is a target on your forehead, but you try to ignore it. However, the more you try to pretend like you don't feel it, the itchier it gets. Finally, you speak up.
"Sir, may I ask why you've been staring at me for so long?" You look up with an eerily sweet smile, setting your phone down to give the guy your attention.
The guy chuckles and rests his chin on his palm with his elbow propped on the table across from you. "I'm just looking around. I can't look a
2:13AM [Iwaizumi x Reader] by Deranged-Gongzhu, literature
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2:13AM [Iwaizumi x Reader]
A sudden ringing sound pierced through the silence of your room, causing your eyebrows to scrunch together in efforts of figuring out what was disturbing your sleep. Still unwilling to open your eyes, it continued to chime a very familiar sound– ah, it's my phone. A groan found its way out of your lips as your hand blindly searched for it. Feeling the familiar object against your palm, you blinked against the uncomfortable brightness of the screen; first looking at the time (2:13AM) and then at the caller ID– Iwaizumi? Does he need something at this ungodly hour? You clicked the green button and brought up the phone to your ear, slurring as you weren't fully awake, "Iwa-chan? Did something happen?" "Nothing. I suddenly felt the urge to talk to you, that's all." His tone erased traces of your sleep. It was unusual for him to suddenly call you out of the blue (at this time of the day, to be more precise) and not immediately tell you he accidentally dialed your number. "You're