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The kitchen swelled with heat. A liquid of light yellow brown mimicking slightly aged paper simmers in front of you. Wiping your sweat away you blew breath as if you were moving a pinwheel. Your shoulders lax as you took a moment of reprieve. The steam flushed your skin with its warmth as the scent wavered through corridors. Ladle in hand, you dipped your tool into the pot and tasted the soup base. You lick the sticky collagen that latched onto your lips and hummed with satisfaction. With a small smile that only revealed a fraction of your happiness, you gazed at the little creamy bits of floating pork fat. It was perfect. Soft thunder patte

 Warning: this story contains implied sexual themes (title says it all), mentions about sex and a very bad sense of humour (namely, my very bad joke). Both characters are above 20 years old. Friday, how strange day it was. Everyone waited for it the whole week, and when it finally came, nothing could destroy the happy atmosphere it brought with itself. But what was the magic behind it? No one surely knew, as not many people really remembered what happened when they left their working place or school. When the night fell, it was like a curtain of oblivion falling on one's mind. Loud music, fountains of the alcohol, the mass of bodies crowd

| Apartment Series | literally tsukishima = profanities 101 “Hey Tsukki let’s go pokemon hunting I’m bored,” you shouted at the top of your lungs as you barge into your roommate’s room and proceed to jump on his now ruined sleeping form. The male groans in annoyance and pops his head out from under the covers to give you a hard glare, but when he realizes that your face was threateningly close to his, he blushes furiously and unconsciously pushes you off his bed, retreating to his covers. “Ow what the fuck you didn’t have to push me you jerk!” you wince as you touch the new bruise on your head

10 times oikawa attempts to make you blush... i. "[Name]!! You're so pretty today!! Are you impressing someone today? Are you trying to impress me?" Oikawa continues to shower you with genuine compliments, feeling overwhelmed at the sudden generosity that your best friend was giving you. You knew you weren't wearing any make-up or anything striking, and you didn't look as presentable with your crinkled school uniform, and not to mention, the bad, tiring days you were having frequently; causing dark circles to form around your eyes and bad moods to arise. Your blushed only deepened to his every compliment or praise that would only brighten

| Apartment Series | | too much kei. such profanities. | Curling up against the sofa of your shared apartment, you immerse yourself in the comforting warmth of the heater that was operating and you stare out though the window, awestruck, at the raging storm. And you give a small, satisfactory smile to yourself. Of course, from your expression, you didn’t mind the storm, in fact, you almost loved it because it kept a certain someone away to hibernate in his own room. Yes. Tsukishima Kei, King of all asses was not making your life a living hell. And that was absolutely perfect. According to you. You heave a sigh in relaxation and you

from: ketsu to: cactus head hey kuroo-chan i wanna catch pokemon let's go pokemon hunting ɷ◡ɷ from: cactus head to: ketsu why don't you go with bokuto? it's too early for this.. from: ketsu to: cactus head kou said he couldn't.. said he was feeling sick ಥ_ಥ from: cactus head to: ketsu that's a shame from: ketsu to: cactus head okay but please come with me, i'll shout you food ʘ‿ʘ from: cactus head to: ketsu uughh okay fine but you better bring your wallet don't forget like last time.. i even had to pay for your train fees from: ketsu to: cactus head okay okay i promise i'll bring it from: cac

You grit your teeth, trying to suppress the evident pained expression on your face as you stare down bitterly at your hand. Tears were brimming at the corners of your eyes when you cautiously touch at your wounds. You spare a glance at the culprit beside you, whom was casually eating some rice; void of all emotion and seemingly uninterested at your "antics". And you shake your head grievously as you mouth his name in distaste. Ushijima Wakatoshi. You narrow your eyes towards the male before miserably looking over to the palm of your hand, breath hitching as you scan at the damage your boyfriend had caused to your delicate skin. "...Damn it

A/N: domestic!AUHe stopped what he what he was doing and snapped his gaze towards her, staring and waiting for her to reaffirm what she had just said. When she did nothing but stare back, it told him everything. He felt like he'd just gotten punched in the chest. The air had escaped his lungs and slowed his thoughts to wrap them around the news she just laid on him. Pregnant. This was something he had always feared. Something brought up as a joke or a prank, but since finding her, he supposed that he had settled down a little. Of course the idea of it still petrified him, mentally and physically. He struggled to find words. He knew he had qu

Ushijima Wakatoshi is not known to immerse himself in any sort of dilemma for long. Yet when he’s locked inside the storage room, with a very scared [Name] by his side, he knows that this is going to be one long encounter. And an unpleasant one at that. “Wakatoshi.” her voice is a quiver, a quality that snakes even into the unnerved spine of the volleyball player, who makes sure to sit a distance away from the female. “There’s a spider in this room.” “That I can see.” He doesn’t find it amusing, doesn’t find it funny to see her ashen face and listening to her chattering teeth give

Of angry old men and scared owls (Bokuto Koutarou x Reader) ~°~°~°~°~ Lunch break was always noisy for you. Not because you were surrounded by many students and their constant chatter about trivial stuff. No, you were just in company of a boisterous and energetic owl. Since your first year on Fukurodani Academy when your friend from Middleschool, Akaashi, introduced his new (by now) captain to you. Despite the fact, that Bokuto was older than you two, he hung out with you frequently and liked to get on his setters nerves. He was literally attached to Akaashi like a little, helpless puppy. Sometimes you were nearly jealo