my body, mind and soul

Haikyuu… also known as volleyball. Two teams, separated by a net, bounce a ball back and forth between each other. The ball is not allowed to touch the floor. It cannot be carried. Once it is in the air, a team has no more than three touches to connect and take the ball from receive to attack.

this has oikawa all over it bye.

he doesn’t even have shame in it either, he only accepts the use of your normal names when you’re arguing or it’s something incredibly serious. but when you just randomly go, “torū, do you know where the spare blankets are?” he just looks at you like you admitted that you didn’t love him at all, like he looks absolutely heartbroken, and he’s just like, “who’s torū?” and you would be confused if you didn’t know how dramatic your boyfriend could be and so you just sigh as he continues, “you call me baby, babe, honey, love, but only torū when you’re mad.” he pouts at you.

“i’m sorry baby,” you wrap your arms around him from the back, pressing a few sweet kisses from his cheek to his neck and then his shoulder, “it won’t happen again, i promise.”

ah omg yes.

kenma’s talking about how excited he is for the game as it starts up, only for the door to creak open and his daughter walks in, rubbing her eyes and mumbling something about wanting her dad. he smiles at her, scooping her up in his arms as she plays with his hair and waves at the camera. he doesn’t say much, doesn’t ever really say much, but the way he watches her with love and adoration is enough to have her laughing in his lap; enough to have his stream going crazy, “you’re supposed to be sleeping.” he reminds her as she yawns, small hands gripping over his bigger ones on his controller, “princesses need their sleep.” he reminds her, but she only pouts, shaking her head as he smiles at her.

↳ PART OF MY REWIND SERIES

The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.

pairing: fratboy!jungkook x reader

word count: 3.4k

genre: 1980s au, eventual smut, e2l

warnings: sorry this chapter is so short :(

A/N: This fic was inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before. Thank you to @junqkook for letting me use her likeness!

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PART SEVEN

Your fingers wrapped around the metal handle, prying open the door of your dorm.

Unsurprisingly, you were met with a mop of dark hair and a full set of white teeth, Jungkook’s smile wide and blinding. You had figured the incessant knocking was his doing.

“Yes?”

Your tone was dry, clueing Jungkook in that despite the 24 hours that had passed since the day of your event, you were still, in fact pissed at him.

Moving a hand from behind his back, he presented you with a bouquet of yellow flowers, jutting them your way. Your eyes fell onto the flowers with indifference, clearly not impressed.

“These are for you.” He enthused.

- a stable job that i love

- enough money to live comfortably and travel

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✩ opposites attract ✩ - pt.7

╰ in which Y/N, a sweet girl meets a bad boy with tattoos that goes by the name of jungkook. jungkook thinks feelings are a waste of time, a load of crap. what happens when jungkook starts to take a liking in the girl who seems a little too happy for her own good? will he push his feelings away, or let her break down his walls?

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A/N: Hey everyone!! I just wanted to thank all of you guys for being patient with me 😔💘 I’ve been sent so much love by many of my readers and you all really make me happy 😭 y’all make me feel so good about myself, as a writer and a person 🥺💝 I love you guys so much, and I want all of you to know that if there’s ANYTHING I can help you with, whether it’s just talking about your day or if you just want a friend, I’m always available 🥰🥰 if you want to be on the taglist,, feel free to messsage me or send in an ask, therefore I will FOR SURE see it, but if you comment I will most likely not see it :(

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