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@yamaverse 23. Drunk Kiss

“Shut up, Yamaguchi.”

@memepuffs: Woah. Jas is just... indescribable in terms of just how ridiculously well written  their Hanamaki is. Their Makki is vivacious, he’s sly and he’s lax. He’s so well-rounded out despite the lack of canon information on him. Makki is just so full of realistic information and contradictions that it’s a struggle to remember that he’s actually not a main character within HQ, and that just about everything that we see of their Makki is all just a product of Jas’ care and effort into creating such a wonderful interpretation of their muse. Now, that’s just the beginning in terms of talking about their wonderful muse: Jas themselves is such an indescribably wonderful person. They’re beautiful, they’re adorable, they’re sweet and they’re just such a great person to know OOC.

@settooru: AHHH. To preface this talk about Sarah, I first have to compare them to things that are wonderful, like the moment when you carefully push your fork into your molten lava cake and you watch as the chocolate inside seeps out, or when you’re on a swing, carefree and weightless as you swing back and forth, feeling the wind brushing against your cheeks and hair and you’re laughing because there’s nothing in life other than the rhythmic thud of your feet hitting the floor to push you off even higher and higher on the swings. They’re the burst of flavour when you have a caramel-filled truffle; they’re the moment when you listen to your favourite song for the first time. They’re wonderful, and lemme just say that their muses are a reflection of just how wonderful the mun is.

@grxndiosity: So, Tori is probably definitely one of the most amazing Oikawas ETs Toorus People I’ve ever had the delight of getting to know. They’re so full of love and care, and it’s actually a struggle to not tell them to stop when I remember just how much they’d sacrifice out of their almost altruistic love for everyone on their dash. They honestly deserve to be loved a lot more, and they honestly deserve to be loved a hell lot more than I am (because lbr: I’m trash and Tori isn’t). If I’m the Trashikawa of this fandom, Tori’s the Oikawa that got the award back in middle school because Tori deserves it and a lot more than just a dinky award that doesn’t actually describe how valuable they are to their friends.

The movie was more than halfway over and even though he’d seen it multiple times, it was still one of Tsukishima’s favorite movies. Glancing over he looked at Yamaguchi a small smile settled onto his face as he took in the tired boy. He grabbed the remote and paused the movie just as the T-Rex crashed onto the screen. “You still awake?”

WARM AND FUZZY MEME! SEND AN EMOTICON FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO:💐 YOUR MUSE BRINGING MY MUSE FLOWERS 

‹ 2 › – Spontaneous displays of affection were always welcome for Suga, he couldn’t help but getting all contented and flustered when surprised -- and that was exactly his reaction when the freckled boy appeared in front of him with an enormous sunflower; the beautiful plant completely radiant and bloomed next to his face.

soulmate AU

Perhaps his fascination with space, the stars and the mystery, with the constellations whose histories were written with both stories and divination, had resulted in his perpetual contemplation over fate. Over the ever-dwindling numbers on his wrist, ticking down to the very second where he would meet the one person who was meant to be his soulmate. He’d always known that his numbers were strangely small compared to the rest of the people he knew. Where they still had their numbers in the tens of thousands of hours–Oikawa’s had reached hundreds of hours by the time he hit his seventeenth birthday. And it had been terrifying, really.

He was only seventeen.

So he tried to shove his worries out of his mind, and concentrate on school. And so, time went on.

Until the numbers dwindled down to such a point that in just four minutes, Oikawa would be standing in front of the one person who would come to mean so much to him–to meet this one person who would complement him so perfectly that it wouldn’t matter how flawed Oikawa was, his soulmate would be the one to fill in the gaps that Oikawa had so futilely tried to cover up. But exactly how would he meet his soulmate in this crowd filled with people? What was their name? What would they be like? Could he trust them like he so desperately wanted to?

Trembling hands clenched at his sides, and Oikawa drew in a deep breath as he continued to walk.

The numbers never failed. He would meet his soulmate; they were walking towards him just as surely as he was walking towards them.

And yet, he pulled his sleeve up as he walked, staring at his wrist as only a starved man would; anticipation and nervous energy welled up inside of him; he could hear the numbers counting down with every second in his mind, his thoughts both reverberating and deafening. His usual confidence had failed him. There was nothing that could prepare him for something like this.

And yet, time continued to move on, merciless in its constancy.

Six seconds were left. Now five… then four… “Three, two–”

Choking out the last number when he crashed into a smaller body, Oikawa barely had enough time to react, catching the other person against his chest before they both tumbled onto the floor. Eyes wide as the situation struck him, he quickly let go of the other, exclaiming out an apology before his words could fail him. 

          He’s still VISIBLY upset; HUMILIATED by the words of a waiter who really couldn’t keep his bad ATTITUDE to himself. And yet, that wasn’t even the WORST of it. In any usual situation, Hinata would have started a FIGHT on his own; VERBALLY or PHYSICALLY. But in this case, Yamaguchi had to do it for him because, at the time, the ginger had been too ASHAMED ( and near tears ) to do anything himself.

                             ‘ Anyone who told you to be yourself couldn't have given you worse advice. ‘

          Perhaps he had been a little EXCITABLE in the restaurant; ANNOYING, even, but did he really warrant such a PERSONAL ATTACK - ? And in the end, Yamaguchi ended up being the one to protect his WOUNDED pride. Thinking back on it now, he had been surprised to see PUNCHES get thrown and a SELFISH part of him was RELIEVED that someone had been there to DEFEND him.

Accepting: Send me a symbol…

🍬 for a fluffy starter

            Biting back a yawn, the second-year plunged his hands into the sink. Rubbing his damp palms against his exhausted face, as he mumbled something about practice beneath his breath. Training camps were a favorite among the more energetic players, and while he might have enjoyed them as well, Ennoshita felt like he might fall over if someone so much as looked at him wrong. His legs still trembling, and his muscles tenser than he was certain he’d ever felt them before. He could still feel the numbing sensation in his arms from where the ball had connected numerous times, and although it made him proud, it also made him terribly sore.

            It was difficult, but even he had been able to pick up slight improvement in his own movements, even if it wasn’t nearly enough for him. And with only one day remaining, he doubted it would be. But it was nearly midnight, and he couldn’t afford to force himself to practice anymore than he already had without doing serious damage to possibly himself, and most certainly his ability to survive tomorrow’s training. 

               Yanking his hands from the comfort of the freezing water, he ran them through his hair in a pitiful attempt to keep himself from falling asleep on his way back to the room his teammates were staying in, before slipping out of the washroom. Eyelids already threatening to slip shut when he entered the dark hallway. Yet, instead of the silence he expected to be meet with, he could just faintly make out the sound of footsteps. And while his brain screamed at him to crawl into bed, his body moved without giving it the chance to protest. 

              His socks barely making a sound, as he made his way towards the source of the muted noises, leading him down a long hallway, and the porch. Just barely able to make out the shape of one of his teammates hunched over on its edge. “Yamaguchi?” He slipped out into the brisk night, unsure if the other had even heard him.