#ghsf

“I think it looks great, honey.”

“You’re not even looking. Okay, so you think I look like a hippo and I should die. Got it.”

“That’s not what I said, don’t piss me off.” Sometimes his sarcasm and monotone voice makes you stop because it sounds real, then almost as if he was reading your mind, he softens subtly.

“Basically what you said. You called me an inverted ass bitch and told me to shut my big fat lipped having ass mouth.”

“Okay, first off, I have half a mind to rip it off you. Don’t get it twisted; keep talking and we’ll see where you end up in like,” He paused to check his watch. “Five minutes.” He replied nonchalantly, finally pausing to look up at you from his phone. It’s not that he was being an ass, he would never. Not to you, at least, but he wasn’t focused on you at that moment. He had recently gotten his tongue pierced, and now its healing stage has passed, so he gets to have fun with it.

“Okay, well, just pick one for me to wear to the pool.”

“Wear whatever you want, sweetheart. I’ll be the center of attention anyway because I’m that much of a showstopper.” That made you roll your eyes. Well, he was right. He was really fucking attractive. You must’ve had some sort of look on your face because he was staring you down, going over every single micro expression on you before curling his fingers at you.

“Come here.”

“Now I’m scared you’re going to do something.” You looked him up and down, carefully stepping towards him. You melted into his touch as soon as his hands wrapped around your wrists. His hands were already freezing, but the rings on his fingers were a different type of cold. It was a soft gesture as he pulled you in.

“Only if I have permission,” He chuckled, trying to ease your worries, wrapping his arm around your hip. “Speaking of, I have a crazy idea: how about let’s 86 the pool all together and just eat ice cream?” Truth be told, he didn’t care enough for the pool, he just didn’t want to be around the people at the pool. They were always causing problems and made the experience hell. Also, he was possessive as fuck, but he would never admit that out loud. He liked the idea of constantly having his hands on you. Not like that, but also, kinda like that.

“What?”

“Or we can go get lunch, go somewhere with a decent a/c, just something besides the pool. Hell, if you want to, I’ll get my camera and take photos of you trying on all those bathing suits.”

“You weren’t even looking the first time, dickhead.”

“Yes, I was.”

“How many have I tried on, including the one I have on now?”

“At least ten.” His answer was so confident, so sassy that it made you laugh, burying your face into him.

“Eight. Nice try, though.” He rolled his eyes, groaning into his hands before wrapping you into a hug, pulling you into his lap.

“Come on, babe, seriously, what do you want to do?”

“Whatever you want to do.” He kissed your forehead, burying his face into your neck. The next few minutes were met with a peaceful silence as he breathed you in. Then, you got up, which made him whine.

“Did you want that ice cream?”

“If you don’t mind?”

“There’s a tub in the freezer, grab it and some spoons while I change out of this.” He hummed, leaving you to go change. He was eating when you came back, letting his piercing glide lines into the ice cream on the spoon.

“I love the piercing on you. It suits you.”

“You think? Hajime was dogging on it and I asked him if he was jealous because I can’t pour honey on him and lick him all over. He called me a lot of things before he hung up. That was two weeks ago and he still isn’t speaking to me.” His casual tone made you stop. Once he finished, you burst into a fit of laughter, leaning against the wall as you clutched your stomach. He quirked an eyebrow at you, asking if you were done, before continuing to eat.

“Extend the olive branch,” You got out in between your laughs. “Hit him up and ask if he wants to come chill over here.”

“He might say yes because you’re asking.”

“He likes me more.” Your laughs always made him feel something warm and fuzzy in his chest; it was contagious. When his cold hands wrapped around your hot skin, finding purchase around your waist to make you squirm. He laughed against you, pulling you into a loving kiss, his hip pinning you against the counter.

Moments like these were the best. Between traveling and touring South America, it was nice to be reminded that even though he was a volleyball star, he still kept you at the center. His everything, his why he woke up and kept pushing every morning.

Rules:

A) Read the list first before putting anything in. If I haven’t seen it, I can’t write it.

B) Be nice! Just because we don’t know who’s behind the screen doesn’t give you any right to be rude.

C) When you read the list, make sure you read the dni as well. I’m willing to do suggestive, but anything beyond that will depend on my personal pace, not because someone is requesting it. If it turns into a smut, then there you go, I guess..? On the off chance this happens, make sure the person you’re requesting isn’t like a child or something.

D) I can refuse you, btw.

E) if you want specific things included, make that known. Otherwise it’s up to interpretation.

F) Have fun!

If you would like to request specific songs to go along with the req, that’s perfectly fine as well. This is where the hear me outs will come out, I can already fucking tell and I’m so ready 😏

Here’s some examples of a layout:

Character A x B at [beach] doing volleyball slow burn

Something like that. Be creative!

Any ask I get regarding this will go under the tag #GHSF