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For one, Kuroo Tetsurou is up at the same time as the sun. For all Tsukishima knows, Kuroo may as well be the one who wakes up extra early to hang the sun up in the sky.

Tsukishima does not sleep in the mornings. He anticipates and grumbles his way out from his sweet, warm covers as soon as he hears the scrape of rusty balcony doors from the apartment next to his. He runs his hand through his blond curls and squints at the sun which stabs his eyes the moment he pulls the blinds up.

He finds Kuroo with his elbows perched on the railing of his balcony, coffee steaming from his cup. The cup has a chink on which Kuroo has cut his lip more than once.

“Morning Tsukki,” he greets him with a morning drawl, a lazy smile gracing his lips.

Tsukishima mumbles something that is a mix of good morning and why.

Kuroo slides closer to Tsukishima’s balcony. He asks, “Guess what my dream was about?”

Tsukishima doesn’t have the strength to roll his eyes. He meets Kuroo’s eyes, as dark as the coffee he is sipping, and says, “Enlighten me.”

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“I woke up this morning and I couldn’t remember which cheek you had that dimple on. I cried for the first time since I was six." 

 Oh my god, why I’m reading this again? I’m such a masochist.

Sousuke could only blink slowly, hoping that the red petal on his lap would disappear after each brief moment of darkness as he blinked. It didn’t happen. It was there, plain as day; a red camellia petal and the small pool of water still trailing slowly down his chin. He didn’t bother to wipe it away, all too conscious of how soaked one of the collar of his shirt was. Sousuke closed his eyes and sighed. Somewhere a dull ache to his right kept him from trying to find a semblance of peace.

 Hanahaki disease, He thought bitterly. As if he didn’t have enough to deal with.

 He looked over the railing of his shared bunk bed, relieved that Rin had gone for his usual morning run, even on a Saturday. He had probably left at the crack of dawn, as usual, Sousuke thought wryly, while Sousuke had slept. He had to huff a laugh at that. He had always admired Rin’s dedication.

A watery cough bubbled up unexpectedly, causing Sousuke to pitch forward. He braced a hand to the railing. His mouth hung open as another petal slid its way down his tongue, water clogging his throat as it fell almost perfectly beside the first.

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Sousuke was bored out of his mind, flipping through the channels, when he heard a knock at the door.  He turned off the television and stood up, stretching his arms over his head.  He wasn’t expecting anyone.  He glanced at the clock and wondered if Rin was home early.  And if he’d forgotten his key.

He was surprised to see Gou when he opened the door.  She was standing with her arms behind her back, shifting her weight from foot to foot, eyes hidden behind her bangs.  He leaned down to get a better look and it was then that he realized she’d been crying.  Immediately, anger welled within him.  Gou was his family, even before he and Rin had gotten married, she had been like a little sister to him.

“Gou, what?”

“Sousuke-kun,” she began, voice wavering. “I have to tell you something, but you have to swear not to tell Onii-chan.”

Sousuke possessed many talents, but keeping things from Rin was not one of them.  But he was a sucker for a crying Matsuoka face, so he’d try.

“Sure.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Okay.” She took a deep breath. “I’m pregnant.”

Well, he wasn’t sure what he was expecting her to say, but that wasn’t it.

“Uh…” He blinked. “Does your husband know?”

“No and I’d appreciate it if you kept it from him, as well.” She walked past him and into the apartment, sitting herself on his and Rin’s leather couch - the redhead’s choice.

Sousuke closed the door and ran a hand through his hair.

At least he wasn’t bored anymore.

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Rain poured down from the sky, a short conversation appeared.

Somewhere under the sky, a story about bonds related to the “rain” happened.

         Erwin Smith had just finished a discussion with his assistants, and as he exited the carriage, rain started to pour down from the grey sky. Although the Survey Corps shelter was in sight, but the rain grew heavy quickly, and he could only hide under a canopy near him.

         “…How disappointing.”

         His shirt was wet against his chest, and the bolo tie that symbolizes his power sways around. In the midst of the sound of the raindrops, an image appeared in his mind.

         “Commander… please help me, commander…”

         As if laughing at himself, Erwin let out a small laugh. He observed the small raindrops falling down from the canopy.

         “Standing alone under the rain like this, I wonder… if it’s a punishment for me.”

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SouRin, M

Summary: Sousuke has lost everything: his sport, his faith in himself, and whatever tied him still to Rin.

But in everything being lost, some other things are found.

HOO BOY. This was supposed to be finished for Christmas. Good job me on that. Sousuke needs a happy ending, the poor boy. I can’t leave my son just watching the sunset like that, so it’s mostly to tied up any loose ends that might come from his narrative. Also, this is a gift for @bakapandy because she is a gift to this fandom.

@mlim8 and I came up with a new AU and I’m just so overwhelmed with the chubby stubby babiesssss and their cuteness! (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

Rinrin kitty and Sou-chan pup become friends after meeting in preschool. Rinrin lives with Haru kitty, Nagisa pup, and Makoto who is their guardian. Kisumi is Sou’s guardian while Rei is their preschool teacher! ٩(๑ơలơ)۶♡

Rinrin brought Sou his toy glasses to help him from squinting… He’s actually just glaring at Haru kitty (⊙ヮ⊙)

pssst pssst I’m sorry to invade your post like this, I hope you don’t mind too much

Sousuke was rolling a tennis ball between his hands on the floor, tail wagging in a slow, contented way when Kisumi had told Sousuke he would have to start preschool soon. Sousuke had frowned and told him very firmly, “No!”. But apparently it wasn’t up for debate. Kisumi had pouted, coming to sit down with Sousuke on the floor. He laid a gentle hand to Sousuke’s head, his black ears flattening on instinct as Kisumi petted him.

“It won’t be so bad, Sousuke,” Kisumi said. “You’ll get to learn a lot of new things and meet lots of new friends. You even have nap time. You love nap time!”

“I can do that here,” Sousuke said, cheeks puffing. “I don’t need anyone but Kisu.”

Kisumi made a sound like a dying whale in his throat. He pulled Sousuke against him, ignoring his peevish little cries that Kisumi was “crushing him” and whined, rocking the little boy back and forth.

“Souuusuke,” Kisumi cried. “I want that more than anything. I wish I could take you to work with me.”

Sousuke peeked up through Kisumi’s arm. “Then bring me.”

“No critters allowed,” Kisumi said sadly. “But you’re going to love preschool trust me. I’ll pack you tonkatsu and everything, I promise.”

Sousuke pouted, clearly put out. But his tail gave a faint wag as his eyes dart to and from Kisumi with interest. “…If there is tonkatsu. Maybe.”

It was as close to a yes as Kisumi would get for now and that was okay. He’d already picked up Sousuke’s school uniform a few days ago. It would be worth the brief pre and post bath scuffle to get Sousuke into it when the time came.

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“I changed my mind! I want to go back home!” Sousuke cried, wiggling incessantly from under Kisumi’s arm. “I will share tonkatsu with Kisu if we go back home right now.”

“You know we can’t do that, Sou. You’re wearing your uniform and everything,” Kisumi reasoned. He readjusted his grip on the little guy’s torso and swung Sousuke’s piggy lunch box in his other hand. “Don’t you want to me Rei-sensei? He’s very nice!”

“No!” Sousuke said, resolute. “There’s nothing there for me. Piggy and chewy are at home. I can’t tell Kisu welcome home if I’m not home!”

“It’ll be better this way, Sousuke. We’ll go home together. Won’t that be cool? Walking home together? We can go past Ms. Amakata’s house like you like to. She always tells you what a nice boy you are.”

Sousuke hesitated, a bit put out with Kisumi’s logic. But then Kisumi looked down and Sousuke’s frown was back in place. He shook his head, stubborn as ever.

“No! Not even for head pats!”

“Well it’s too late for that young man,” Kisumi said.

He kicked the white picket gate close with the heel of his foot as he passed through. He took a few more steps before placing Sousuke on his feet and handing him his lunch box. Sousuke looked up at him, brows drawn down looking thoroughly put out. Kisumi held out his hand and Sousuke took it, unhappy as he was.

They walked together inside, Sousuke’s frown getting deeper and deeper as they approached the teacher. Kisumi introduced the two of them, but Sousuke’s scowl was the only thing that greeted him.

“I’m really sorry, he’s honestly much nicer than this,” Kisumi hastily added. “Right, Sou?”

The teacher - Rei-sensei - laughed, telling him that he wasn’t unused to it. He knelt down to Sousuke’s level and held out a hand to him. Sousuke narrowed his eyes and didn’t take it. Rei-sensei didn’t seem to care.

“Hello, Sousuke,” Rei-sensei said, finger pushing his glasses up his nose. “I hear you are upset to be here. I’m sure I can fix that. We will have many fun, educational things to do this year.”

When it was clear Sousuke wouldn’t answer, Rei stood back up again and addressed Kisumi. Sousuke wriggled his hand out of Kisumi’s grasp but pressed his face into his guardian’s pant leg, latching on.

Something tugged at his tail and Sousuke moved it without thinking. It tugged again, and then again. Every time Sousuke tried to swat it away, the tugging got more incessant. Sousuke reluctantly looked away from Kisumi to glance behind him. Big, red eyes stared back at him, and a thumb pressed inside a little mouth with the tip of a sharp tooth poking out. Sousuke turned a little more. It was a critter only a little smaller than him - a cat, it seemed. He looked at Sousuke curiously.

“I like your tail,” The other boy said. “Ish fluffy.”

Sousuke moved his tail, watching the other kid’s eyes widen and a smile go around his thumb. He reached out to tug on it again. Sousuke hid a smile against Kisumi’s leg.

“I’m Rin,” The other boy said. He held out his hand for Sousuke to take. “Come play with me.”

“I’m Sousuke,” Sousuke said. He looked at Rin’s hand, still decidedly latched onto Kisumi but feeling as though he really wanted to hold Rin’s hand.

“Sou!” Rin repeated. “Let’s be friends.”

Sousuke took Rin’s hand. One, two, three fingers pulled off of Kisumi’s pant leg. With a pull from Rin, he had completely let go. He looked over his shoulder a minute, to see Kisumi grinning at him, eyes encouraging and warm. He wiggled his fingers at Sousuke in goodbye.Sousuke looked back to Rin and followed him where two others also were, and thought that preschool might be okay after all.

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“They probably fuck like rabbits.”

It pulls Erwin’s mouth into a pursed chuckle and Levi catches it on their reflection against the elevator doors as they close. They keep to themselves but word gets around. They fuck like rabbits, apparently.

“I told you to stop hammering in the middle of the fucking night,” Levi scolds, very gently. The words are crushed into powder against his own smile.

“Oh I’ll nail something tonight alright,” Erwin winks. He’s very pleased with himself and Levi laughs. It’s short and sweet.

Eren from the floor below them gossips. It’s harmless. He always sounds half amazed and, depending on who catches him talking, half reverent (when it’s Erwin) or half scared shitless (Erwin’s husband who he hasn’t gathered the courage to introduce himself to). Last week, word was they fuck incessantly on the floor, like savages. The week before, the story was they’re newlyweds.

Both are not true. Last week, Erwin and Levi were assembling Ikea furniture. The week before that, it was a week after Valentines and Erwin bought all the chocolates on sale. They’ve been married for 4 years.

“Do you want to fuck like rabbits?” Levi whispers late into the night. It’s quiet. There will be no tall tales about this. The boy Eren will not wonder about the uncertainty in his tone.

Erwin kisses his cheek and curls around him. His cock nestles between Levi’s butt cheeks and nothing stirs. Only his eyelashes against Levi’s skin and soft flutterings of the heart.

“No, this is perfect.” 

And it is. “Good. I’m allergic to rabbits, I think.”

[26: kurotsuki] right meow

Kei walks into the living room, ruffles Tetsurou’s hair awake in the passing, and grabs a glass of water in the adjacent kitchenette. The shirt he’s wearing is a distinct red with a print that unmistakably reads:

You have cat to be kitten me right meow

Tetsurou, roused from the peaceful afternoon haze by this sudden attack, gets up from where he was comfortably sprawled on the couch and saunters over, crowding Kei against the kitchen counter to prevent him from escaping. Kei watches with raised eyebrows and with traces of a mischievous smirk forming on his mouth.

“What is this?” Tetsurou inquires, pulling at the hem of Kei’s shirt and reading the print over and over and over just to make sure he’s really seeing what he thinks he’s seeing.

“What is what?” Kei’s tone is all but innocent. 

“You always cringe at my pun shirts.”

“Yes. Yours. This one is mine.”

“Tsukki.”

“What?”

“I’m going to get you out of this shirt.”

“Oh. And why is that?”

“It’s pissing me off,” he declares and when he dives in for a kiss, Kei turns his head away, a smirk now fully formed on his lips. 

Tetsurou settles for his neck instead, distracting him with slow kisses down his throat while his palms, open and ghosting over Kei’s warm skin, bunch the shirt up. Kei lets out a helpless little half-sigh half-moan when Tetsurou nibbles at a spot that is just right and his hands come to obediently stand above his head so Tetsurou can slip the shirt off.

Once the shirt is gone, Tetsurou takes a quick step back, leaving Kei blinking slow and confused through a haze of neck kisses and body-warmth gone. 

He murmurs, “Tetsu?”

“Now it’s mine,” Tetsurou says, grinning. He turns around, tossing the shirt over his shoulder like he’s won it fair-and-square after a hard day’s battle. “Bye.”

Kei sighs, shirtless and defeated. 

late prompt for sourin week “long distance” so idk if it still counts but its inspired by manda’s AU fic “echo” <3 

[25: kurotsuki] mesmerized

“Bokuto, why is there a badly cut out photo of Kei from what looks like a professional photo-shoot stuck to your bedroom wall like it’s no big deal?” Tetsurou asks in a single breath but Bokuto smiles proudly for getting every word of it.

“I figured he wouldn’t tell you. That little friend of his is a photographer, right? Well, he asked Tsukki to model for him and he ended up in a magazine. Picture that!” He elbows Tetsurou like he wants his bad pun acknowledged but Tetsurou is too busy staring at the photo. 

It’s Kei. Just his Kei who is holding his long arms behind his neck, flashing the graceful column of his inviting, pale throat. He is dressed in washed-out jeans and a scarlet sweater messily tucked into the hem. From his front pocket hangs a shy flower the color of his hair. His piercing gaze is so unlike his usual passive stare that it envelops him in a confident, alluring glow he rarely shows to anyone. 

Tetsurou is mesmerized. And a little hurt. So it‘s no surprise that he enters their apartment with two newly purchased magazines. He finds Kei at the kitchen table, plowing through a large textbook with focused eyes. Tetsurou doesn’t touch him when he’s like this, but this is urgent. 

“What is this?” He asks, throwing the magazines in front of Kei. 

Kei’s eyes widen. “Oh god. Was it Bokuto? I told him not to put the photo on his wall.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because of this. I already know you plan to put the photo up somewhere where I’ll never be able to forget how colossal my mistake was.”

“Damn right. That’s why I bought two copies. One I’ll safely put away, and the other I’ll frame.”

Kei rolls his eyes and groans like it physically hurts him to hold this conversation. The tips of his ears are a tad red and that’s how Tetsurou knows his frustration comes from self-consciousness not anger.

“You’re beautiful,” Tetsurou says, allowing his hands to rest on Kei’s neck and then tangle in his curly locks. “Now everyone can see.”

“Don’t worry, my personality will keep any potential suitors away,” Kei says and turns his head so he can press a kiss to Tetsurou’s wrist, right where his unsteady pulse resides. He smiles just a crack and meets Tetsurou’s eyes. “And thank you.”

“Tsukki.”

“Yes?”

“Nice try, but I’m still going to put the photo on the wall.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

It’s unusual but Kei tags along without a complaint. Tetsurou takes him to the park for ice-cream and their knees touch, shy like they did back in highschool. Then they’re at the movies and Tetsurou kisses his cheek before he hands him his popcorn. They hold hands in the dark, the pad of Tetsurou’s thumb keeping Kei acutely aware of his presence throughout the movie. On their way back, illuminated only by the pale lights from the street lamps in the distance, Tetsurou kisses the back Kei’s palm and doesn’t let go. It’s tender and overwhelming and Kei doesn’t know its name.

“You’re awfully quiet today,” Kei notes.

Tetsurou shrugs, wind brushing his hair to cover his face. He says, “I’ve been thinking.”

“Ah. Is it too tasking to do more than two things at once?”

“Ah,” Tetsurou mimics. “I’ll reconsider kissing that rude mouth later.” Then, seriously, “Lately we’ve both been busy and I feel like I don’t show you enough just how much I appreciate you.”

Kei can’t tell if the noise around them is made by the soles of their shoes or their heartbeats. Tetsurou wears his heart on his sleeve which is why he wants to treat it gently, always.

“A glass of milk on my nightstand when I wake up. A note on the fridge with a poorly-drawn cat emoji. A text when you can’t be there. A flower on every important day. A kiss on my temple when you think I’m already asleep.” Kei squeezes Tetsurou’s hand. “It’s enough.”

Tetsurou faces him, dark eyes reflecting a single speck of light that is Kei’s face. He says, “Damn it, Tsukki. When do I get to win?”

“I wonder.”

It is not a competition.

red (sourin) - part 2 of the fine arts au

it’s been like 5 months since ive posted any fanfics, i know, mostly bc i got some shit and anon hate from part 1 and it put me off posting. here’s the first 3k of the sequel and idk when i will actually finish this

click here for part 1: blue (makoharu)

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