Dec 22, 2020
Ennoshita: You shouldn't eat so many sour gummies, your mouth is going to be permanently puckered.
Futakuchi: All the better to kiss you with.
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Ennoshita: You shouldn't eat so many sour gummies, your mouth is going to be permanently puckered.
Futakuchi: All the better to kiss you with.
Fic: Roll the Tape
Written for @ennoshitazine, which I’m super proud to have been a part of, working with all these talented artists and writers and great mods! So I present to you my piece, featuring EnnoFuta, and hope you enjoy it!
It had been an ‘oh, it’s you’ type of moment.
Kenji vaguely recalls him from somewhere, the person blocking his path to his seat. It's a simple bit of logic to say it's probably from volleyball or school, and the way he squints up at him indicates he's making the same kind of thoughts. It's a little funny, that face. Even though the cinema is kind of dark, if he racks his brains, that face is a little familiar.
"Ah, Futakuchi-san," the man says mildly. Kenji nods, still trying to work out whether he should know his name. If he's a bench warmer, there's every chance he won't. Still, it hardly matters—all he has to do is get to his seat and he can ignore this.
Except– his seat is right next to the bench warmer's. He snorts to himself.
"Guess we're seat buds, uh..." It's going to piss him off now, so he doesn't feel too guilty about fishing for a name. He squints at him, and he just gets watched for a good second, long enough that it becomes faintly uncomfortable.
"Ennoshita Chikara," he returns. Kenji smirks.
"It was on the tip of my tongue."
Ennoshita rolls his eyes.
"I bet it was."
He'll make a note of it. Next time, it really will be on the tip of his tongue.
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missing kuroshou & futaenno hours: OPEN
it’s been 3 years since i last read any fics of these two ships. i’m gonna have to read everything i haven’t read in ao3 one of these days.
(If you’re still taking the color ship asks) Ennofuta and cream!
Send me a color and a ship and I’ll write you a ficlet that feels like that color.I am always taking color prompts, so feel free to send more in!
Futakuchiwas wearing one of Chikara’s big, over-sized, comfy sweaters. It,unfortunately, fit him perfectly. Chikara hated how much smaller hewas than Futakuchi, hated that Futakuchi loved to lord it over him.
Butright now? Right now it was okay. Because Futakuchi was wearing oneof Chikara’ssweaters, lying on the couch with a book and looking oh, so inviting.Chikara set his camera bag down and kicked off his shoes, slumpinginto the living room with a groan. He faceplanted onto Futakuchi’sstomach and wrapped his arms around his waist.
“Longday?” Futakuchi asked him.
“Shhhhhhhhhh,pillows don’t talk,” Chikara replied.
“Youlittle shit,” Futakuchi said fondly, running his fingers throughChikara’s hair. “Wanna talk about it?”
“No,”Chikara sighed. “It’s over now, that’s all that matters. Iwon’t be taking any more clients under the age of thirteen,though.”
“Why,what happened?”
“Twins.They both threw up on me. Too much sugar before the party.”Futakuchi made a soft, sympathetic noise and continued pettingChikara.
Chikara’seyes slipped closed as he basked in the warmth of his boyfriend, thesmell of clean laundry and home, the attention he was receiving. ThenFutakuchi had to ruin it all.
“Whatmakes you think a thirteen year old won’t throw up on you?” heasked.
“Canwe stop talking about vomit?” Chikara groaned.
“No,I’m fascinated by this whole prospect of ‘when you turn thirteenyou stop throwing up on people’. Is there scientific backing forthat?”
“Fuckoff, Kenji.”
“Fuckme, Chika.”
Chikararolled his eyes, snuggling closer to Futakuchi. Gods help him, heloved this man.
“Isthat a yes?” Futakuchi asked, holding Chikara tighter. Chikarahuffed.
“It’sa maybe. After a bath. And dinner. And feeling like a human beingagain.”
“I’lltake it,” Futakuchi said brightly. Chikara smiled, well hidden bythe sweater.
“Whatwere you reading?” Chikara asked.
“Beforeyou so rudely interrupted me?” Futakuchi asked.
“Yeah,before that,” Chikara agreed. He glanced up at Futakuchi and caughtthe tail end of a fond smile before Futakuchi covered it up with mockannoyance. It didn’t last long in the face of Chikara’s bestpuppy dog eyes.
“Justsome fantasy Moniwa-senpai lent me,” he said, showing Chikara thecover.
“Willyou read to me?” Chikara asked.
“I’mnot starting over,” Futakuchi warned.
“Whatever.I just need your voice to put me to sleep.”
“There’san insult in there somewhere, I just know it.”
“Justread to me, okay?”
AndFutakuchi did, some story about a warlock and a princess and a tower.Chikara didn’tpay much attention, just let himself drift away on the sound of hislover’s voice.
Itwas a good way to spend an evening.
how do you escape this abyss called haikyuu rarepair hell?
Take a Sip, Babes - 7.2k
Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Teen Relationships: Ennoshita/Futakuchi Characters: Futakuchi, Akaashi, Moniwa, Kamasaki Additional Tags: Flair Bartending, Banter, Film Student!Ennoshita, not a chatfic I promise
“Y’know, you’ve been comin’ here a lot lately,” Futakuchi mentions casually. He could just leave it be, but his curiosity’s been nagging at him.
When Ennoshita offers only a shrug, Futakuchi flashes a charming ‘customer service’ smile and asks, “You doing some kind of documentary on handsome bartenders or something?”
“Why?” Ennoshita asks with mischief in his eyes. His face splits in a shit-eating grin. “Do you know any?”
written for @ohirareon, and the link is here
***(because of how posts with links no longer show up in the tags, reblogs really help!)***
Take a Sip
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2yMw8Qn
by rarepairenabler
“Y’know, you’ve been comin’ here a lot lately,” Futakuchi mentions casually. He could just leave it be, but his curiosity’s been nagging at him.
When Ennoshita offers only a shrug, Futakuchi flashes a charming ‘customer service’ smile and asks, “You doing some kind of documentary on handsome bartenders or something?”
“Why?” Ennoshita asks with mischief in his eyes. His face splits in a shit-eating grin. “Do you know any?”
Words: 7202, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Ennoshita Chikara, Futakuchi Kenji, Akaashi Keiji, Kamasaki Yasushi, Moniwa Kaname
Relationships: Ennoshita Chikara/Futakuchi Kenji
Additional Tags: Flare Bartending, Alternate Universe, meet cute, Misunderstandings, Ennoshita's a film student, Banter
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2yMw8Qn
lovesick
or, Futakuchi’s expectations for when he came down with a cold were just slightly misinformed.
“Oh,” Ennoshita says three minutes after Futakuchi’s stumbled into the kitchen, sniffling into a tissue, wearing his baggiest pyjama top, and bearing what he’s sure must be the worst under-eye circles he’s seen in his life. “Are you sick?”
“Uh-huh,” Futakuchi says. He takes care to make his voice sound a little more hoarse than it actually is (read: not very, yet, but colds only ever get worse before they get better), and adds in a sniff for good measure.
“With what?” Ennoshita says, after Futakuchi’s looked at him for a solid twenty seconds holding his best puppy-dog pout. Aone would be proud of him.
“A cold.” Futakuchi makes the word heavy; as heavy as his head is going to feel later. Ennoshita might as well know what he’s getting in for.
Ennoshita nods, slow and calm, and tips back the rest of his tea. As Futakuchi watches, he gets up, and takes his mug over to the sink. And washes it. Futakuchi bounces on his toes as he dries it and stretches up to put it in the cupboard with the sticky door. He’ll turn around in a few seconds, surely; turn around with a sympathetic smile and kind eyes and chicken soup miraculously procured from the freezer and say—
“Well, take care. I’ve got essays due this week, so I’ll head back to mine and Kazuhito’s this evening. Actually, call him if you need anything from me, I’ll be busy, and he’s used to sick people. I think this place is well stocked for food... we might have some painkillers in the bathroom cupboard. Anyway, text me once you’re not contagious anymore. Love you.”
And barely has he finished speaking than he has his coat on, shoes on, bag slung over his shoulders, and raises a hand to Futakuchi as he steps out the door.
In the silence that follows, Futakuchi’s nose starts running again. For once, words fail him (even to an audience of self and self alone), and he swallows against a scratchy throat. And his heart slips out of his chest and shatters on the floor. Or it would, only, his heart is probably made of something stronger than glass, so it just bounces out of control then sort of rolls to a stop, a bit dented.
He did Ennoshita’s laundry and made him chicken soup that one time he had the flu last year and he even used non-instant noodles in it. Doesn’t that count for anything anymore?