#goldstolen

[tochisuru]

@goldstolen : haru ⇨ sousuke

while haruka wasn’t necessarily a conversationalist, he’d think it’d be remiss of him to not acknowledge what he knew about sousuke since he’d last seen him. it had been a while, but such was the case with living far from iwatobi in busy tokyo. everything he got from home was from text conversations with nagisa or updates from makoto who spoke to everyone more in general. his head cants to the side as he peers up at the taller male, then he gestures to his own shoulder.

                      ❝ everything...went well? ❞

[floante]

@goldstolen​  liked  for  a  starter !

       ‘  m  --  miya  -  san.   ‘    there  is  a  touch  of  awe  shading  her  voice  as  she  stares  at  the  other,    fingers  twitching  around  her  water  bottle   ---   SHE  KEEPS  UP  WITH  THE  BIG  LEAGUES,  THE  IMPRESSIVE  PLAYERS,   THE  ONES  THAT  PEOPLE  WOULD  SCOUT  FOR.   the  miya  twins  would  definitely  fit  in  that  box,   so  she  becomes  starstruck ,    eyes  shaping  into  question  marks  as  questions  linger  on  her  tongue.    how  did  you  get  so  good ??    how  can  she  get  to  that  level  ??   ‘   i’m  a  big  fan !!   ‘

[trinethramnews]

Young Woman Flees : పెళ్లి చేసుకుని నగలు, డబ్బుతో ఉడాయించిన యువతి

Young Woman Flees : పెళ్లి చేసుకుని నగలు, డబ్బుతో ఉడాయించిన యువతి

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[kagomiko]

milieu baleful , virulence seeping viscous unto caverns air . benevolence incarnate wanders , lilac fragility affirmed with frail limbs reluctant gait . into the unknown she embarked ; inner-light rests bright  /  unwavering , not an ounce of darkness could hope to penetrate . nary a sound beyond our maidens footsteps echoed betwixt the labyrinth-like tunnel as she hoped  ❪ ———— prayed ❫ to rejoin her companions before suns return .  ❛  everyone must be getting worried . . . I HAVE TO find the way out . . !  ❜  the budding priestess thought aloud , dulcet tenor euphonious & unshaken as she braved the cave one step at a time .

stillness shattered like shikon , pained timbre of a man travels throughout the hollow & brings kagome to a sudden halt .  ❛  there’s someone here . . . & he’s in trouble ?  ❜  stalwart bearing mounts steely  /  adamant , & our heroine breaks into a frantic dash———— turning the nearest corner brought a spacious clearing into view . still imprisoned , but faint glimmers of light pierced through the walls from above , SHINING DOWN upon a wounded silhouette .  ❛  a-are you alright ? !  what happened ?? are you alone ?  ❜ she relentlessly bombarded , heart overflowing with concern before a frightening realization finally dawns upon her .

❪ 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗼𝘁𝘀𝘂  /  @goldstolen​ ❫ ! ♡

[pkspdr]

@goldstolen answered the call.   (   for sousuke   !   )

   swimming,   hm   ?   makishima had taken lessons when he was younger,   so he knew how to,   but something seemed unappealing about racing with a face full of water and too large a risk of inhaling it.   with a huff of amusement,   he supposed many would say road racing was largely unappealing with its multi-day-long races in which one would cycle for hours on end.   all the chlorine in a pool would certainly be bad for his hair,   though,   and it was enough work to keep the color intact already.   “   keh,   i don’t think my hair would agree with it.   ”

[halchron]

“ crying is very punk, trust me, i do it all the time & i am a punk. ” ATSUMU 2 MIYUKI SGSKJHGJKS

* random text posts // accepting

❝ whatever makes you feel better. ❞

miyuki ruffles atsumu’s hair not unlike how a father would ruffle his son’s hair, despite the fact that they weren’t related and in fact, were dating. it’s not like miyuki could say anything when it came to atsumu crying because he rarely ever cried himself ( in fact he couldn’t even remember the last time he cried. maybe it was when his mother passed when he was 8 ), but it didn’t stop miyuki from teasing him all the same. that was his coping mechanism, laughing and taunting at anything different than dry sarcasm and carefully guarded secrets.

❝ so am i not punk for not being a crybaby ? ❞

[halchron]

💏 nd another for soumako >:)

* 50 ways to kiss someone // accepting

for as empathetic as makoto was, he had a hard time imagining what it was like to live with what would most likely be lifelong pain. sure sousuke’s shoulder was healed and better now, but makoto imagined that the pain of his injury would never really go away. it makes makoto’s heart heavy, and frustrated that he couldn’t really do anything about it.

❝ sou ? how’s your shoulder feeling ? ❞ it’s makoto’s first question once his boyfriend appears, most likely from the smell of breakfast. he doesn’t receive an answer, but he takes sousuke winding his arms around his waist and leaning heavily against him as a good sign. turning around, makoto presses a gentle kiss to the other’s shoulder, giving sousuke an even softer smile when he looked at him. if the only thing makoto could do was offer his love and support, than he would give unconditionally and freely.

[halchron]

💏 for miyuatsu !!

* 50 ways to kiss someone // accepting

miyuki was a private person, no surprise there. not that his relationship with atsumu was a secret ( the media was nosy, plus they confirmed they were dating at some sports conference. the kiss they shared as proof was trending for several days and was on several news stories, not to brag ), but he was never one to flaunt it. well, usually.

who could blame if he had a hard time keeping his hands to himself when atsumu looked so good ? as it does, going pro makes your salary increase substantially and allows you to afford more expensive things. like the suits they were wearing for this event, whatever it was. miyuki hardly paid attention, more focused on the tight fight of the dark suit the blonde was wearing. he was a simple man of desires, and like miyuki would even deny his attraction to his boyfriend in the first place.

❝ hey, ❞ miyuki saunters up to his partner’s side, tugging on his wrist to bring him closer. it’s late in the night and he’s ready to go home, and he hopes atsumu feels the same after this. he doesn’t bother to pull atsumu into a more private spot, instead curling a hand around the other’s neck and pressing a kiss to his lips in front of all these other famous athletes and celebrities that he couldn’t care less about. he faintly hears a few clicks of cameras go off in the background, and he makes a point to press harder into the kiss before pulling back and whispering in atsumu’s ear. ❝ you look hot in that suit, but i think it’s looking a little stuffy right now. maybe you should shed a layer or two. ❞

( 9. in public )