#fatecried

[kingxviper]

@fatecried

                  “I’m gonna go out and say this now. You have coffee on                   your shirt. And it’s a huge stain. And you should totally get                   a new shirt. Like now.”

Was this him flirting? Quite possibly. But there’s no telling with this man.

[livedwon]

          ❛ what’s the use in speaking if you don’t intend for anyone to hear you ? ❜ a waste of precious words, if you ask him. ❛ have some confidence. ❜    /    @fatecried

[yajutsu-blog]

@fatecried:

             BEING  LIKE  THIS  can’t  last  for  long  .

              you  don’t  know  what  brought  it  around  ,  him  being  greedy  just  as  you  have  been  ;  pulling  you  away  from  your  BOOKS  that  now  rest  forgotten  on  the  floor  ;  hands  thrown  haphazardly  around  his  neck  pulling  him  in  CLOSER  ,  pressed  up  against  the  wall  .  IT’S  BEEN  LIKE  THIS   since  the  first  kiss  (  he’s  gentle  ,  so  gentle  ,   ❛   can  i  —  can  i  kiss  you  ? ❜   no  strings  attached  ,  he  promises  ,  red  thread  spilling  from  his  mouth  that’s  only  connected  to  your  heart  .  compliance  is  easy  enough  ,  and  then  the  surfacing  bitterness  of  greed  comes  to  your  tongue  as  you  DEMAND  another  one  to wash  the  taste  of  loneliness  .  JUST  FRIENDS  .  ) ,  always  asking  for  more  ,   whether  it  be  you  or  him  ;  you  take  turns  in  some  odd  play  of  fate  .

             something  dances  in  his  eyes  as  he  PULLS  away  ,  but  never  having  seen  it  leaves  a FOREIGN  feeling  of  discomfort  in  your  stomach (  you  will  soon  come  to  label  it  as  adoration )  ,  eyebrows  knitting  together  ,  wipe  away  any  of  the  MESS  you  might’ve  made  that  dribbles  down  your chin  —  

           ❛   is  there  —  is  there  something  wrong  ?  ❜  

@yajutsu !

          big revelations ,  those sudden realizations that things AREN’T as they seem ,  or as he’d want them to be ------ STRONG ARMS lifting her away from where she’s perched ,  sitting her on the  ( window sill )  instead ------ large ,  searching optics try to peer into her DEPTHS as though her eyes are the KEY to every answer in the universe .  but when they flicker shut ,  nothing to offer just yet ,  he leans in ,  hungry lips seeking REPRIEVE from a tangle of emotions that have woven the fated  ( string )  that he had banished away ;  but he did not say that these strings would not form at all ,  now WRAPPING around his heart and pulling TIGHT as though the ache were truly meant to stay .  & she pulls TIGHTER ,  curling his body down to cover her ,  but only for a MOMENT before she lets him slip away . 

          it is not within her eyes ,  ( their doe-like stare ) ,  or the way that her lips can make any man DESPAIR ;  rock lee knows the dull pain in his chest ,  & aiko’s soundless and racing heart ,  he knows the rest .  he halts ------ her WORDS are soft ,  gentle bells that make him shiver ,  when he CONTEMPLATES the  ‘ wrong ’  his lips deign to quiver .

          “ no ------ not  ‘ wrong ‘ .  just ,  different .  but in our SITUATION i fear that speaking of love may be IRREVERENT . “

[pridesglasses-blog]

fatecried

 “Thinking about…  Girls.”

“That’s a girl.”

[notyouraverageblocker]

Outside Practice|| Tsukishima & Ishikawa

@fatecried

 Tsukishima knew practice with other power house schools were a great opportunity to gain new skills. So when the coach scheduled a practice against Aoba Johsai, Tsukishima knew he couldn’t slack off and waste opportunity to get better at his blocking abilities.  Plus being able to play against Oikawa again, made Tsukishima a bit excited. As Karusuno finally arrives at the school’s gym, Tsukishima puts his practice bag near one of the benches.  He adjust his goggles onto his face before getting onto the court to start practice.

 With a few hits and blocks, Tsukishima was rather irritated at how badly he was playing. More or less he really was not playing his best. Frustrated Tsukishima immediately starts to get a bit aggressive with his plays. It was then his coach called him off the court.  

 With a glare at the coach, he walks off the court. Tsukishima grumbles as he grabs his water bottle to take a sip. That’s when he saw her. The  small girl peeking into the gym from the entrance door. Curious Tsukishima decides to see who it was. “Hey. You. You know this is a private practice right?” he states as he approaches said stalker.

[secxnd--star]

@fatecried

       “I can be flexible. As long as everything is exactly the way I want it, I’m totally flexible.”

[kingsregimen-blog]

Mix up

@fatecried​ Slightly late, or to his preference, fashionably late, he arrives with his childhood friend to the gym, oh surprise, all of his team is pinned in front of the doors, peering inside, some of the faces featuring smiles while the other’s indecisiveness with a hint of being troubled. A shout from the ace and they turn to look at the two males, some of them suddenly rubbing the back of their heads in discomfort. Nudging them out of the way, once he himself took a look inside, it didn’t take long for the setter to figure out that there was a mix up. The female volleyball team must have missed reading the sudden change in schedules for just this week regarding the use of the gymnasium.

Since most of them were in the middle of what seemed to be a small practice match, three on three, Oikawa would approach one of the seated members on the bench. Petite frame, her eyes apparently glued to the game, strawberry blonde hair neatly tied back. She looked like a small mouse, so he’s careful not to scare her when his voice calls out to her. “Hey, little one.” Voice having that chirpy tone to it, quick steps towards, now the male standing by her side, a slight lean down of his torso.

“There seems to have been a mix up. Today we’re using the gym. Tell your teammates to pack up and go.” Despite the plastic friendly demeanor, he wasn’t too pleased that they’d have to wait for the group to leave. It was waste of time to their practice.

[salaisectry-blog]

@fatecried // starter call

“your hair is PRETTY --,” he paused, purposedly  making his words sound misleading before finishing his sentence, “--LONG. does it not  get tangled all the time?”