mischief_managed
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- Haikyuu!! (13)
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“Five years of marriage and you know what we haven’t tried yet, Samu?” Keiji asks as he snuggles into Osamu’s neck, his volume dropping.
“What’s that?”
“Sex on the beach.”
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“Keiji, fuck, you’re so good,” he praises, moving into incoherent babbling. “Let me fuck ya, god, I want you so bad.”
The man below him slides off with a soft pop and rests Osamu’s saliva-slick cock against his cheek. “What number will I be if I let you?” Keiji asks, staring up at Osamu. His pupils are so dark that Osamu can barely see the characteristic deep blue that’s so Keiji.
When Keiji continues to slide Osamu’s dick against his cheek and brush the tip with his lips, it hits Osamu that this man is a menace.
“What’s the number matter when you’re the only one with me right now?” he replies, caressing Keiji’s cheek with his thumb.
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Keiji sighs as he makes his way through the genkan and to their couch. “We’re almost eighty. We’re all dying.”
Osamu grunts in frustration. In contrast to Osamu, Miya Keiji considers himself a rational man. But Osamu knows better — they’re both incredibly stubborn. He knows this for sure after spending fifty years of his life with this man.
“We might all be dyin’ but ya literally have six months to live,” Osamu argues. Keiji always did know how to give him the silent treatment when he was upset, but he takes it in stride, walking over to their living room.
“Do you want me gone that badly that you’d help me get there?” Keiji manages to whisper bitterly through his tears. He doesn’t look up.
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“Bokuto-san?” He asks, chopsticks still full of udon.
“Hmm?” Bokuto doesn’t look up from where he’s devouring his okonomiyaki.
“Is there a reason why you won’t let me touch your hair?”
“What do you mean?” Bokuto asks. To the untrained ear, it sounds nonchalant, but Akaashi knows better – there’s a hint of nervousness in Bokuto’s voice.
The dark-haired man holds eye contact, willing himself to be bold. “You don’t let me touch your hair. When we cuddle you hold my hand when I get too close and you insist on fixing your hair yourself,” he clarifies, trying to be direct without seeming too accusatory. “And when we fuck, it’s more like you touching me.”
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- Part 8 of positions
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Akaashi Keiji has one rule for hookups: No kissing.
Whether it’s a stranger or a friend, there’s no room to get attached. It’s better that way. The rule hasn’t failed Akaashi before.
Miya Osamu seems to be determined to break that rule.
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- Part 7 of positions
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Through him, Keiji realizes once they’re close, the dark looming shapes of the cliffs pressing closer as the road narrows between them. Miya hadn’t been staring at him at the train station; he was staring through him. Like he’d been trying to imagine the landscape back into place without Keiji interrupting it. Like Keiji wasn’t there at all.
On coming and going, and going.
Bookmarked by mischief_managed
26 Jun 2023
Bookmarker's Notes
this is the rare work where if's clear the author has a mastery of language and prose. and it's so in character, too! the story is gorgeous and contains words both romantic and realistic and musings that are poetic without being overly flowery or adding unnecessary fluff. we are given a story written from the soul, and i thoroughly enjoyed this - so much so that i wrote my thoughts down in an actual note and full-on reco instead of bookmarking and leaving. i needed to remember this!
this was in my open tabs forever; i was waiting to be in the correct headspace to read this. and it was entirely worth the wait. i was filled with hope not just for my dear osaaka but for myself by the end
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to the edge of the universe and back by DeadDrabble (MisakillDatMonkey), yuzubalm
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
24 Apr 2021
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Sunrise and sunset. Day and night. The apocalypse washes over humanity and life as people know it can turn upside down in an instant. Civil society as they know it is dispersed. Gone. In its wake sit its survivors, left to fight for a better day.
In the wake of devastation, a number of them remain. All they have is each other. But that’s all they need to keep going. and they will keep going.
To the edge of the universe and back they will go.
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Like an old relic in a museum, Kita should be untouchable: effortlessly elegant, withholding so much wonder and beauty that he’s bound to make anyone stop and stare.
Aran couldn’t help but feel that every touch of his fingers would taint Kita, would rub scratches onto the surface, and bruise the edges. He was lucky enough to be that person, though, to be the one who broke Kita’s walls down one by one, only to build him up again, through every caress, every wandering finger that dared to mark the smooth skin. Yeah, Aran was pretty lucky.
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or, alternatively, Kita and Aran having morning sex, and Aran being super mushy about it.
Bookmarked by mischief_managed
03 Feb 2022
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It always goes the same way. Has for an embarrassing amount of time. Akaashi shows up, they share no more than a few sentences back and forth, Osamu pretends not to watch his every move, and then- at some point- Akaashi leaves with Atsumu in some pathetic ploy to what? Make Osamu jealous? Finally get him to say something? Make him stop them? Anything, really, would be nice. And yet every time, Osamu feigns ignorance and doesn’t even give them a passing glance when they go.
Honestly, he doesn't know why he keeps this up.
Bookmarked by mischief_managed
02 Oct 2021
Bookmarker's Notes
HOW ARE PEOPLE THIS GOOD AT WRITING THIS WAS AMAZINGLY WRITTEN
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Keiji isn’t even certain that Osamu Miya recognizes him, though they’ve exchanged nods at his brick-and-mortar shop a handful of times before. They’re far from Tokyo, Keiji supposes, so there is no reason for Miya to expect Keiji in Sendai; but they’re even farther from Osaka, by hours and prefectures and hundreds of kilometers. There are certainly V.League matches being held this weekend that are far closer to Kansai than the Kamei Arena Sendai.
The Black Jackals and Adlers fans must be good business to warrant such a voyage, Keiji concludes, and leaves it at that.Akaashi and Osamu encounter each other again and again along the V.League circuit, and recognize that they are in parallel pursuits. (Neither of them particularly enjoys being seen.) (At least there are onigiri to use as distractions.)
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- English
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- 47,395
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- 7/?
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Bookmarked by mischief_managed
11 Aug 2021
Bookmarker's Notes
the writing here is phenomenal and absolutely a must read