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Ain’t no rowdy boys quite like the haikyuu second year rowdy boys (these two are very fun to draw)
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Can you hear my heartbeat?
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What I hate about writing is when I have to write so much before I finally get to the part I actually wanted to write.
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Sirius, staring at Remus: he could kill me and I’d thank him
Regulus, who’s heard this a billion times before: I’d thank him too
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Couldn’t help myself this is so sweet<3
“Hey, stop it! You’re stomping on me!”
“I can't help it, sorry.”
“Ow”
“I can’t see you, where are you?”
“I’m right here dumbass, you’re literally stepping on me”
“Ow,” he says, as he feels his head hit the back of the wardrobe after Hinata’s wailing about landed him a sharp elbow square in the chest.
At the same time Hinata falls forward, “Ouch!” Kageyama retrieving his foot had left him with a sudden loss of stability, his foothold slipping away under him.
When Kageyama falls backwards the other falls with him. The weight of the smaller on top of him is what gives it away. He can feel his hands landing on Kageyama's arms and gripping right for support.
Something else has landed atop Kageyama's head, a jumper and its hanger probably. But more urgently is this other body pressed against his. It takes a while for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, but when they do there is a blub of orange hair dancing in front of his eyes. Bobbling about near his nose, some strands tickling his chin.
“I’m up here,” he lets out, his head hovering over the other’s.
“I know I can feel you,” says the other. “Can you see yet?”
“Yeah I can see you now, you?”
“It’s still a bit dark for me.”
He stretches out his arms, looking for something to grip onto to steady himself. He wants to straighten up, but as Hinata makes no move to move he stays down. An awareness that he should let the other adjust to the dark takes hold of him. In the dark space it’s easier to be kind. He reaches out and finds Hinata’s shoulders to steady him, to his surprise he feels him relax into his touch.
“Better now?” he asks. He can see Hinata’s eyes flickering, still not focusing completely.
“Yeah a bit, I think I can see you now.”
In a second their eyes meet and they both become aware of their situation. Wrapped up in a wardrobe, Hinata literally atop the other. Kageyama, holding him steady by the arms.
The darkness makes it feel surreal. Kageyama lets himself sit in it. The weight of the other on top of him. His skin against his own. For once, not in a competitive way. It fells good. He can feel small fireworks at their points of impact. In a moment of hesitation he stays down. He doesn’t make to push Hinata away, and the other doesn’t make to push himself away either. The sounds of his breaths fill the air, and with their eyes still meeting it's the only thing he can hear for a while. Maybe his grip tightens, maybe Hinata moved closer. Kageyama gulps. This was not the kind of contact he would assume to have with his friend any time soon, with his rival. But it felt good, like some kind of dream he hadn’t let himself dream. With his breath on his chin he is overcome with the feeling that he wants more, needs more. He looks at the others lips. In an abashed moment they smash together with his. Their tongues collide and he fells everything around him all at once. The heat of a mouth on his own. The struggle to breathe when lips are moving. Hinata’s hair in his hand, how did it get there? More importantly, Hinata’s hands on his chest, pulling him closer by the collar. And he wants to go closer, close the small distance between them. Morph their bodies into one for the time being. If he could he would.
When their lips part there’s a string of saliva connecting them. As well as two beating hearts, the only evidence that anything at all happened in that closet.
Happy Halloween, everyone! 🤗🎃
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girls be like "this is my comfort character" and then they're either dead or a murderer
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Happy Halloween, everyone! 🤗🎃
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tokyo revengers + tumblr text posts part 4
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The Man with the Child in his Eyes
Levi x Eren
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cw: post-rumbling levi is not really coping with eren’s death but instead finds comfort in his ghost
playlist: The Man with the Child in his Eyes - Kate Bush (honestly such a good fit for them), creature - iris, (Talia - King Princess)
He wasn't always there. Levi had no control over when he was there or not. He just knew he wasn't alone. Not like the world thought him to be. He had someone, someone to come home to. Someone to talk to. Someone to listen. Even though he never replied.
He did get lonely. On the nights when he didn't appear. The silence would be deafening on these nights. The loneliness suffocating his whole being. But soon he appeared again. Came back, like he always did. Whispered words of apology for only Levi to hear. That only Levi could hear. But he didn't care. He knew he was okay, would be okay, as long as he kept appearing.
Soft voices. One reminiscing, one softy laughing. At the memories. The ones made, and the ones never to be made. They were all real to him. To them. To the them that was still in his mind.
“Will you still love me? When I'm no longer young, and beautiful?” the man asks.
“Yes, yes l will” the other answers, “always” he whispers into the empty night. The tears that marked the sheets were now so normal that they went unnoticed. As long as he could stay in this moment. He would be fine.
At least his calm was better than the screams. That was what they all thought. As long as he seemed better, that was okay, right?
Right.
That was what he thought too.
When he came, all was better. All was better than before. He could be with him again. They could be again.
Anything was better than the void he had left him in.
Anything.
His arms. Even though they could hold nothing. They were his.
His voice. Even though it could say nothing out of Levi's recreation. It was his.
His. His, to have and to hold.
At night time. That was when he often came. When Levi turned around in bed, ready for another sleepless night. But then his arms were there. For him to crawl into. Forming a shelter for him.
“I'm here” he would whisper, “I'm always here” as Levi cried into his embrace.
Sometimes he would tell him stories. About the sea.
Sometimes Levi would tell him stories. About his day.
Some days were quiet.
Sometimes Levi wouldn't speak for days, weeks if he didn't appear.
But then suddenly, he's there again.
Before he goes to sleep. When he tuns the lights off and turn over. And the mattress dips with the weight of another, the feel of warm arms around him. And Levi grabs on to anything, everything. Grounding it, grounding himself. Pulling the other closer by the fabric of his shirt. The reunions were always coloured by tears. Tears marking the cloth of Eren's shirt.
“Ssh” he stroked Levi's coarse hair, “I’m here again.”
“You’re here again.”
As his heaving breaths reduced to sniffling. “You’re here again.” As his breath returned after being taken for days, weeks, lifetimes it felt like. His voice was raspy from unuse, like his morning-voice had been on the few nights they had gotten together.
“Tell me about the sea.” And he would. He would tell him about the sea for hours. Like he had talked about the sea when he was younger. When he was still hopeful. Before all this shit had gone down. When there had still been a child behind those eyes. But this was Levi's world. In this world his eyes were still shining. Glistening with the hopefull joy only a child could have. He was happy here. Telling him about seashells, sand and salty water. All the things they discovered together. About vast oceans that seemed never ending, the places they had yet to discover.
And Levi smiled again. He was whole again. Curled up in the sheets with his invisible man, he laughed again. Laughed as they gestured towards an image that only they could see.
“Tell me about the sky” the invisible man would ask. And Levi did. He told him about the things Eren had never had the time to think about. In his desperate search for freedom. Levi would tell him about the trees, the never ending sky that stretched even longer than the ocean, the new stars he had discovered.
The sleepless nights filled with tears would turn into sleepless nights filled with conversation.
And his joy was back. His life was good again.
He smiled again, and they stopped worrying. As long as he seemed better. But they didn’t know about his invisible man. They still thought he was lost. Unlike Levi.
When he came home he would tell him about his day. He would say “Hi!” as he opened the door, and start talking to the house as he undressed his outer layers. This was his routine now.
Sometimes he even warmed enough water for two cups. One was left at the counter.
He was so understanding. Very rarely did Levi have to explain his feelings about something. Eren knew. Almost magically. He knew all about Levi's situations, and they would laugh about them together. Sometimes even before Levi had finished talking about it. As if he already knew everything Levi went through. The facade was slipping. But Levi didn't notice. Or chose not to notice. But he worried. He worried that some day he would disappear and never come back. But until then, his love was for eternity.
Until then, they would have tea together at the end of Levi's day. Until then they would laugh together at all the antics that the others pulled. Until then he would fall asleep in Eren's arms every night. To the sound of his breaths against his skin.
Until then, he would always be waiting for him to come back.
Hush.
He's here again.
The man with the child in his eyes.
Until death do us part, again.
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#thinking about how the both of them just wanted freedom from their lives#Levi found it in the sky above the ground#Eren found it across the ocean#one shot#ereri fanfic#riren fanfic#rivaere fanfic#shingeki no kyojin#snk#levi ackerman#aot#attack on titan#eren yeager#eren jaeger#eren x levi#levi x eren#snk fanfiction#snk fanfic#aot fanfiction#aot fanfic#attack on titan fanfiction#post war levi#levi#eren#snk levi#snk eren#ereri#riren#fanfic#rivaere
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#reblogging this again because I loved it so much#🥰#bby#this piece need so much more love like???#everyone sleeping on this fr 😭#neeways i love it yeah#levi ackerman#snk#aot#slurp
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We’ve been friends pt. 4
❀ Chifuyu Matsuno x reader
❀ friends (to lovers?), same friend group, fluff
❀ cw: alcohol, partying
(see notes on the bottom about possible taglist)
<- pt.3 navi. pt.5 (coming) ->
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Hearing your thoughts didnt really help though. It only served to make you even more aware of how clouded they were.
In between thoughts of snacks and something more filling than alcohol you found yourself lingering on the feeling of Chifuyu’s leg pressed against yours earlier. The thought of his arm brushing against yours when he reached forward to play his cards gives you goosebumps.
“Ugh”. Your head hitting the table gives momentary relief. At least one less thing to worry about: keeping your head upright.
“Hey, you thought you could make snacks and get to keep them for yourself?”, Baji barged into your thoughts.
“Urk”, is all you can muster, forhead still resting in the hard wood.
“Damn, that bad huh?” You could understand that he was talking about drunkenness, but for half a second you had thought he was talking about something else. That he had somehow seen through you and meant to talk about his other best friend. The small, blond one.
Your head shoot up a bit too quickly before you came to the realisation that he couldn’t possibly know what was going through your head. Even you didn’t know what was going on in there.
“Yeah...”
Grabbing for your arms he drags you up from your seat and lifts you into his arms.
“Okay sleepy pants, let’s gooo, only one cure!”
“noooo! leave me beee”, at least you got the popcorn with you before you’re reunited with your dancing friends.
He ended up being right, it was a good cure. And a good distraction from your mind. Even though the source of your confusion was right there with you the music didn’t leave room for overthinking. And with your friends there it was easy to act as normal around him. Even though your thoughts raced every time you locked eyes, and you found yourself avoiding his gaze, not wanting to know it’s meaning.
This was okay. You could avoid this, easy.
An hour slipped away into nothing and suddenly you were all in a hurry to leave. You had learned from previous years not to trust yourselves with fireworks, so you instead left it to others and opted for the view from a nearby hilltop. Of corse this meant an approximately 10 minute hike that quickly turned into half an hour on nights like this. Which is why you were all clambering into the hallway at ten to half 12. The fight for space and all of you trying to find your own clothing while also managing to get dressed in the over crowded room was a sobering experience. But that might've been good to be fair.
“Ow! My foot!”
“Hey that's my jacket you-”
“Come ooon we have to goooo I don’t wanna miss it”
“Just, stop pestering!”
“And stop pushing!”
Several ow’s later you all tumble out the door on top of each other. Tripping on the doorway you fall face first toward the porch, luckily someone else and their puffer jacket is in front of you and you bring them down with you. Soon follows the rest of the group as they were pushed out the door from those still inside.
“Hey, who’s elbow is that in my chin?” You mumble into the jacket your face is now plastered against.
“I think it’s mine,” comes a pained voice from somewhere under you. It’s the puffer jacket, Chifuyu. He had somehow managed to twist his body before hitting the ground and had therefore landed on his back.
“Can you, remove your arm from under me? Uh, I think I landed on it.”
Without noticing you had grabbed for him for support while falling. While it didn't give much support it did give a rather awkward situation and a rather obvious pain in your right arm now that you thought about it.
“Yeah just let me.” You lift yourself up from him a bit so that he can lift his shoulder for you to move your arm. He whines as he rolls away from under you and lays on his side, massaging his shoulder.
“You good?” you offer, as you sit up cradling your own arm.
“ Yea…” he rolls over and gets up in a seated position opposite you. “How’s your arm?”
“Uuuh it’s, uh, yeah it hurts quite a bit actually.” You look down, avoiding his gaze again. “I think your shoulder landed on my fist or something, my knuckles hurt.”
“Sounds about right, think I got a fist-shaped bruise on it.” Your eyes flick towards him and catch him grimacing, still holding his shoulder “You got a good fist at least, damn, could knock out a horse probably. Mmfh.”
When he opens his eyes in your direction he’s met with yours, and you look at each other for a minute. Mixed with your existing confusion about him this is just too much. It's absurd. Your onsetting smile is met with a question in his gaze, that quickly turn into a crooked smile and suddenly you're both battling for air between laughter and tears of join mixed with pain.
“Stop laughing, now both my shoulder and my stomach hurts!”
“I knoww! I can’t stop, my arm hurts too much too!”
“Hey what’s going on out here? Did you not get up yet?” Emma suddenly towers above you.
“Ow, no” you both laugh back at her.
“Well you look fine, we’re all ready to leave so let’s goo!” You’re wiped off the ground from countless arms and you’re all ready to go again.
“That lost us a good 10 mins probably, everyone ready to leave?” Draken takes control of the situation as Mikey starts walking first.
“You okay, y/n?” It’s Baji, giving his certified bestie-services to yours truly. You give him a short nod and a “yeah” while the scrunch of your nose reveals that you’ll probably hurt for a couple of days still.
“What about me,” Chifuyu states more than asks as he’s also being pulled up from the ground by the same lanky gentleman. “you don’t care about me anymore?”
“You can take it.” Baji shoots back and nudges the other’s unharmed shoulder.
“Hey, ouch, wounded soldier here!” Chifuyu scoffs back with humour.
“Y/n, this is your doing, help me.”
“Like you need it”, but still, you get over to his side and let’s him drape his arm around your neck. “Just don’t hurt my arm more than you already did.”
“Touché.”
©sugawara-levi: do not copy or republish as your own
a/n: I have a slight fear that I somewhere along the way left how chifuyu really is and instead just made my own version… there will be less alcohol from now on I priomiiiise
a/n 2: I’ll make a taglist if there’s interest! message me or give an ask or comment on the post or whatev you feel like if you’re interested 🫶
#chifuyu x reader#matsuno chifuyu#tokyo rev x reader#tokyo rev x you#tokyo rev x y/n#chifuyu x you#chifuyu x y/n#chifuyu scenarios#chifuyu matsuno x reader#tr x reader#tr x you#tokrev#chifuyu fanfic#chifuyu imagine#tokyo revengers chifuyu#tr x y/n#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyo revengers x you#matsuno chifuyu x reader#matsuno chifuyu x you#matsuno chifuyu x y/n#tr chifuyu#tr chifuyu x you#tf chifuyu x reader#tr chifuyu x y/n#chifuyu fic#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers fluff#tokyo rev chifuyu#tokyo rev chifuyu x you
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