Laura

reading straight canon main pairing fanfic. i think this is rock bottom

this dystopia is completely ruining my enjoyment of fictional dystopia

iwachans muscle club..
what we think it it vs what it actually is

#bkak who has their first kiss after a win, the adrenaline of the moment is running through their blood, koutaro hugs keiji, lifting him from the floor and keiji takes kou's face in his hands and kisses him

taxes should be prorated when the government shuts down

Oikawa stared down the finger in his face. He glanced from Hinata, whose eyes were burning like he'd just proposed a battle to the death, to Kageyama, who was staring at the bow in his hands like he couldn't figure out how it got there. Just then, Oikawa was hit by a sudden memory. He was in bed, slowly easing out of the tendrils of slumber, smiling at the golden sun streaming through his windows, savoring the last bits of warmth from the covers. That was earlier this morning. 'Twas but a fond memory now, but oh, how he wished he could go back.

Anyone up for a #wipwednesday from (*blows dust off the pages*) Piece Of Everything

baby ushigushi in the interview

Traditional illustration in watercolor and acrylic. It shows a little black cat sitting under a red torii gate, surrounded by trees. It’s a bright and sunny day, with dappled lights and shadows falling everywhere.

He greets you at the gate 🐈‍⬛⛩️

#art #watercolor #traditionalart #caturday

boxer ? bokuto???? Akaashi i’m sat with you

(sending all the writing mojo!!!!)

I opened ao3 for the first time in a WHILE and reading comments ppl left has given me long-gone inspiration to write again :) I wanna pay it forward now that my health & schedule are in a better place!

so drop a link below and i will leave a comment on your fic/art/etc.! bring it⬇️⬇️⬇️!!!

drunk on you
#bokuaka #bkak #haikyuu #hq
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⚡️Rated E

⚡️Bokuto and Akaashi get drunk together and the inevitable happens

⚡️for sweet @siljakn !! thank you so much for supporting me❤️❤️❤️

⚡️l!nk bel0w!!

WOOOO congrats!!

Wanted to share this broadcast - not too many worries out here LOL. But in all seriousness, hoping for minimal damage🙏🏻 Stay safe Mari!!!

so we’re all just suffering rn huh

Oh that will not be a problem

thank you Lin 🥹 I can’t decide if Akaashi is doing it on purpose or if he’s just Like That. Luckily he’s met his match in Bokuto. They are soulmates fr

ah damn. pls also ignore the bok choy turning into choy sum mid-thread💀💀

(where did this come from? girl ur guess is as good as mine)

(And with Akaashi as a permanent fixture in Bokuto’s apartment, it DEFINITELY won’t be the last.)

End. Just Akaashi starting shit in their shared apartment on a random Tuesday at 5pm

When the cooking timer finally goes off, it makes them both jump. Almost robotically, Akaashi stands to set the table, and Bokuto gets to work draining the noodles. There is an immediate unspoken agreement that dinner will be a quick affair tonight.

(It wouldn’t be the first time. +

all flustered was /Akaashi’s/ specialty, not his. He only knows it’s working because he sees the tips of Akaashi’s ears go pink, for which he thanks his lucky stars.)

“Hm,” Akaashi manages. It’s equally cool, but Bokuto detects the slight waver in pitch. “Definitely something to think about.”

+

the spoon aside and turning back to the living room. He leans back against the counter and crosses his arms in the way he knows makes his biceps and chest stick out. He drops his voice to a near growl.

“…and you’ll just /listen./“

(Admittedly, it feels a little ridiculous. Getting people +

Bokuto throws the salvaged beef and choy sum into the water for the last couple minutes.

Then slowly, deliberately, he rolls up the sleeves of his pullover, bunching them at the top of his forearms. He grabs a ladle and gives the pot a perfunctory stir.

“Or maybe /I’ll/ talk,” he says, setting +

-an Ultimate Osaka Travel Guide Magazine, of all things- and hides most of his face in the pages. Doesn’t matter. Bokuto only needs to see the corners of his eyes to know that he’s smirking.

Little shit.

“It’s alright,” Bokuto replies as cooly as possible. “We can talk tonight.”

+

at the saucepan to turn the heat off and unstick the searing bits of meat.

“Sorry,” says Akaashi, in a voice that does not sound sorry at all. “I guess we can save this discussion for later.”

Bokuto glances back once the crisis is averted. Akaashi has gone back to what he was reading-

But his boyfriend’s gaze is not on the source of Bokuto’s /personal/ growing fire, per se, and instead on a point behind him. Bokuto follows the look, belatedly, to find his beef has passed the “brown” stage and is bordering precariously on “charcoal.”

“AH!”

Bokuto practically launches himself +

like he did.

Bokuto imagines feeling the vibrations under his palm. The sticky-sweet sheen of his skin. The drag of Akaashi’s adam’s apple, a sharp line of protest against a single hand that pins him down-

“Your meat’s burning,” Akaashi points out.

Why yes, it is, thinks Bokuto, swallowing hard.

Akaashi looks back at the sound. “Only if you want, of course,” he adds quickly. “If you wouldn’t enjoy it, there’s no point.”

Which, unfortunately, forces Bokuto to consider it for real. He imagines Akaashi under him, his head tipped back into the mattress, eyelashes fluttering, humming just +

And THEN- as if imagining it weren’t enough- Akaashi tips his head up, and brings a hand to his neck. His thumb and middle finger press lightly on either side, while his forefinger stretches up the long column of his throat.

“Mm. Yes,” he decides, matter-of-factly. “I’d like that.”

Bokuto squeaks.