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 ULTIMATE SHIP MEME - Send my character a ❤ and I’ll fill in the form of what my character would do with yours. 

BOLD YOUR CHOICES

Affectionate; Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection

Sex; Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex

Dates;Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates

Would my character…

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Send me a url and I’ll record my voice saying the url along with what I think of them.

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💖 How do they say ‘I love you’ without really saying it?

                     10: THE ONE WHERE YOU HAVE A TIMER ON YOUR WRIST THAT COUNTS DOWN TO WHEN YOU MEET YOUR SOULMATE.

                            He’s been giddy with excitement for weeks, all drumming fingers and distracted practices as the day rolls closer. He’s counted it out and the day lines up with when they’re going to be in Tokyo for a practice match— he’s hoping his soulmate plays volleyball, it would be an easy starting point but he doesn’t want to have to beat them in a match or lose to them either— against Nekoma. Terushima finds his sleep disturbed by thoughts of his soulmate and what kind of person they are. Someone to match his energy, all bright smiles and witty remarks and lightning fast energy or someone quiet to temper him, to think of all the things he doesn’t when making last minute decisions?

                           Terushima can barely concentrate the day of, there are no more years or months or even days left on his wrist, just a few hours and a handful on minutes. The notion that it’s happening— he’s going to meet the other half of him, be it romantic or platonic or something in between all the edges he doesn’t know he has will be smoothed over— is all he can think of as he takes one last look to his wrist before sliding the expected cuff over his wrist and finishing changing for warm-ups and then the match. There’s only a few minutes left on his wrist and all he can think about is who it could be.

                            They holds their own against Nekoma even with Terushima’s head anywhere but the game— what if it’s their captain? He kept a smug grin on his face, as if knowing he was showing off for his soulmate. Or maybe the wing spiker with the mohawk? They’d match in appearances at least. — but still lose. Terushima take it in stride and his team follows suit. 

                           Terushima lingers a moment after they finish, he feels the size of the gym as he excuses himself from his team as they rest and makes his way to the Nekoma captain who still wears his smug grin. He does his best to be polite, convinces the smug captain to step aside so they can talk in private before asking in a voice that feels far too small.

The kitten glanced up as he felt the train begin to slow down before coming to a complete stop inside the tunnel they were in. What the hell..? He slowly slipped out an earbud to see if any reason for their stop would be announced over the intercom. For a couple of moments there was dead silence before an auto recording began to play. ‘We apologize for the inconvenience, the train has been delayed. Please stay inside your car until further notice.’ Are they serious? It was like his day just kept getting worse and worse. First he had forgotten his homework for his math class, then he had slipped during practice and managed to get a big bruise on his hip and then on his way to the station, it started to rain. Hard. Now he was stuck here in an empty train car for who knows how long. Wait. No, he wasn’t alone. The bleach blonde adjusted in his seat, pulling his knees up to his chest and resting his chin on them as he dared a glance at the other. He was tall.. Kenma didn’t like being alone with people he didn’t know. Could Kuroo have picked a worse day to take that test after school? The minutes dragged on until Kenma was sure they had been there for a good 30-40 minutes. What the hell was going on? He had figured out a while ago that there wasn’t any service in this tunnel, so he had been playing on his PSP up until this point. He slowly set down his items on the seat next to him before looking up at the only other passenger. “Do you have any service..?” He managed to finally get the words out, gnawing on his bottom lip to soothe his anxiety at speaking.

   This trip was going smoothly. And by smoothly, he meant if he was ever asked to take a trip down to Tokyo again, he was politely going to show that person a certain one of his fingers - or maybe two; one on each hand - and tell them that they can take their shitty train journey and shove it.

   ... On second thought, maybe he should to calm down. It’s not like being pissy about it was going to make the train magically start moving; and it’s not like he liked being pissy about it either. With a pout, he pulled his legs up between the seats, and rolled down so his feet were propped up by the back of the seat in front. There. At least that was a little more comfy. 

   When the other passenger spoke, he tossed his head over to look at them, a blank expression on his very bored face. Before he responded, he yanked his phone from his pocket, his nose scrunching up with the effort, and pressed the home button. 

   Kenji blinked, surveying the screen, before shoving the phone back into his pocket.

@appurupii  commented:    shit fam that's rad tbh

@shijishimasu  commented:     I'm yELLING???????