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The Unspoken Language

word count: 900+

warnings: angst if u squint

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Bokuto Kotarou and Akaashi Keiji have been teammates and best friends for years. They have always been in sync, both on and off the court. But little did they know that their unspoken language would lead them to a whole new level of understanding and intimacy.

It all started when they were on a training camp in a remote location. Their team had just finished a grueling practice session, and everyone was exhausted. Bokuto was lying on the grass, staring at the sky, and Akaashi was sitting next to him, observing him quietly.

"Hey, Akaashi," Bokuto said suddenly, breaking the silence.

"Yes, Bokuto-san?" Akaashi replied, turning his head to look at him.

"Do you ever feel like there's something missing in your life?" Bokuto asked, a hint of sadness in his voice.

Akaashi was taken aback by the sudden change in Bokuto's tone. He had never heard him sound so vulnerable before. He sat up and looked at Bokuto with concern.

"What do you mean, Bokuto-san?" Akaashi asked gently.

Bokuto sat up as well and looked at Akaashi with a pensive expression.

"I don't know... sometimes I just feel like I'm not good enough. Like I'm not living up to my full potential," Bokuto said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Akaashi could feel his heart ache at the sight of Bokuto's vulnerability. He had always admired Bokuto's boundless energy and enthusiasm, but he had never realized that he could also feel lost and insecure.

"Bokuto-san, you are one of the most talented and passionate players I know. You inspire me every day," Akaashi said, placing a hand on Bokuto's shoulder.

Bokuto looked at Akaashi and smiled weakly.

"Thanks, Akaashi. You always know the right thing to say," Bokuto said, his voice still tinged with sadness.

Akaashi knew that words alone couldn't soothe Bokuto's doubts and insecurities. He decided to do something that he had never done before - he leaned in and pressed his lips against Bokuto's.

Bokuto was taken aback by the sudden gesture, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he closed his eyes and let Akaashi's lips explore his own. It was a gentle and tentative kiss, but it was enough to convey everything that they had been feeling but couldn't put into words.

When they finally pulled away, they looked at each other with a mix of surprise and wonder.

"I... I didn't know you felt that way, Akaashi," Bokuto said, his eyes wide open.

Akaashi smiled softly.

"I didn't know either, Bokuto-san. But I know that I care about you deeply, and I want to be there for you," Akaashi said, his hand still resting on Bokuto's shoulder.

Bokuto looked at Akaashi with a newfound appreciation and affection. He realized that he had been blind to Akaashi's feelings all these years, too caught up in his own struggles and aspirations. But now, with this unspoken language between them, he felt a deeper connection and understanding with Akaashi than he had ever felt before.

From that day on, Bokuto and Akaashi's relationship took on a new dimension. They continued to be best friends and teammates, but now there was a subtle undercurrent of intimacy and affection between them. They didn't talk about what had happened between them, but they didn't need to - their unspoken language said it all.

During matches, Bokuto would catch Akaashi's eye and give him a small smile, and Akaashi would nod back, his eyes sparkling with pride and admiration. They would celebrate their victories together, their bodies pressed close, feeling the heat and energy of each other's presence.

Outside of volleyball, they would spend more time together, going on walks, watching movies, and just talking about anything and everything. Bokuto would sometimes touch Akaashi's hand or arm, and Akaashi would lean in a little closer, relishing the warmth and comfort of Bokuto's touch.

But their newfound intimacy also brought its own set of challenges. They had to keep their feelings a secret from their teammates and friends, afraid of how they would be perceived and judged. They had to navigate the complicated dynamics of their relationship, unsure of where the boundaries lay and what they could and couldn't do.

Despite these challenges, Bokuto and Akaashi persevered, their unspoken language guiding them through the ups and downs of their journey. They knew that they had something special and rare, and they were willing to fight for it, no matter what.

One day, after a particularly intense match, Bokuto and Akaashi found themselves alone in the locker room. Bokuto was taking off his sweaty jersey, and Akaashi was packing up his bag. They were both tired and sore, but they couldn't help but feel a sense of euphoria and exhilaration after their victory.

Bokuto turned to Akaashi and grinned.

"We did it, Akaashi! We won!"

Akaashi smiled back, his eyes shining with pride.

"Yes, Bokuto-san. We make a great team."

Bokuto walked over to Akaashi and put his hand on his cheek, stroking it gently.

"A great team, and a great couple," Bokuto said, his voice soft and tender.

Akaashi's eyes widened in surprise and delight.

"Bokuto-san..." Akaashi whispered.

Bokuto leaned in and kissed Akaashi, this time with more passion and urgency than before. Akaashi responded eagerly, his hands reaching up to tangle in Bokuto's hair.

As they kissed, they knew that their unspoken language had finally found its voice, and that they were destined to be together, on and off the court, forever.

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Hi!! i had chat gpt write this and i couldn’t not share it so here y’all go lmao!

“i flip the pillow over to get the cold side” ok well some of us are chronically sad and we have to flip the pillow over to get the side that’s not wet

i wanna make out with him but not in a sexual way i just wanna be inside his skin and take a little nap and that’s the closest i can get

im in love with this awhh

Slumber Party 🌙🎮

Bakugo has settled his attitude since high school. He's quieter now. He doesn't yell at people, or at least he tries not to. That's why when he's fighting a villain, everyone can hear him above his explosions and even from miles away. It's like the effort he puts on lowering his voice when he is off his suit accumulates and blows in the best moment.

It's nothing compared to present mic, but he's louder than his side kicks or the other heroes that come to help.

After every battle, he comes home with scratches and bruises but also with his throat sore. His voice is raspier than usual, and there's a subtle pain that he feels inside his neck every time he talks.

You've been studying how the voice works. The vocal chords and how they can generate lumps or scars because of the strain.

"And the villain was in front of me when -" his hoarse voice is a murmur in the silence of your bedroom. You see him wincing when you glance at him after applying lotion in your arms.

You put your hand up mimicking for him to stop and fetch something from your bedside table. A note pad and a pen.

"Write it down, don't talk." You put the note pad in his lap and urge him to take the pen. You catch the roll of his eyes and the subtle movement of his mouth opening ready to fight back. "Don't"

You raise your brow at him, threatening him in silence.

Huffing, he starts to write everything, and he even draws doodles of explosions and a tiny angry person with big gaunlets on his arms in a defensive position.

He gets more enthusiastic about writing it, so he doesn't even realise when you change your position in bed from beside him to kneeling behind him.

He shakes his head a little when he feels you resting your chin on his shoulder, taking advantage of your position and pressing a kiss on his neck.

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the best fic ive ever read in my life. this absolutely ruined me and ill never be the same ever again

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I love how ML fandom counts Félix and Amelie being British as the biggest proof they are evil

i need actual good sapphic content.

books. shows. movies. songs. there's a world wdie shortage of sapphic cotent. as someone going through an identity crises, i'd love to just sit down and read a riveting sapphic book that isn't sexualized or almost forbidden.

Poly!Nope Squad x Reader: Missing Stuff

This is short and sucks but it’s just a test imagine to see if anyone would like me to start making Nope Squad poly imagines. The basic Nope squad includes Tsukki, Akaashi, Kunimi, and Kenma if you want me to include Suna and Shirabu then I can.

Kozume tilts his head to the side as he looks around his gaming room office after telling his stream he would be right back. Not too long ago he had placed his hoodie on the couch but now it was gone. Scratching his head Kozume opens the door before going down the hall to the bedroom he shares with his lovers. Inside of the room was Akira who seemed to be missing something as well.

“Kozu, have you seen my teal jacket? I haven’t been able to find it.”

Kozume shakes his head at Akira, “No I haven’t, though I can’t find my hoodie and I know I just had it.”

Continuing to look around the room for their missing items they end up going to Keiji’s office. When entering the room they see Keiji hard at work on an editorial assignment HWS. (Huge Weekly Shounen) Looking up at Akira and Kozume he raises an eyebrow in question. Kozume soon explains the issue to him as he nods his head. “I thought it was only me, my sweater has been missing all morning and I’ve looked everywhere.”

After explaining to them Keiji agrees to help search for their missing items. Making it to the living room downstairs they spot Kei watching tv. Noticing their presence he glances up at them he listens as they explain once more what’s going on.

“Maybe Y/N washed them, that’s what I assumed when I couldn’t find one of my shirts.”

After considering Kei’s words they realize that they didn’t even think to ask Y/N. As if they could guess what each other was thinking they begin to look for Y/N. It was as if they were hiding somewhere and didn’t want to be found. Walking past their movie room Kei notices a small giggle before peeking in. There on the floor surrounded by pillows was Y/N covered in the missing articles of clothes.

A small smile appears on his face before he calls over his other three partners. Making their way over to Kei they pick into the movie room after he points inside. They also noticed their adorable s/o giggling at the screen of their laptop as they cuddle into the boys’ clothes. The sight brought a smile to the rest of their faces before Keiji made his way towards Y/N.

Taking a seat next to Y/N he hears a surprised gasp as Y/N looks up at him. “Did I...do something wrong?”

Shaking his head he smiles beautifully, “No, you’re just too cute.”

Coverings your face with your hands as he speaks you peek between your fingers at your other boyfriends. They had made their way into the room near the two of them. Even as a mostly quiet yet calm couple they found theirselves laughing and talking animatedly. With a smile on their faces they admired how adorable their partner looked under their clothing. Soon enough they were cuddled up together as if their lives depended on it. Story be told that Kozume’s stream was still waiting for him to come back.