#grandkingxo

[notiwachan-blog]

[txt]: j/k april fool's

[Text]: “That’s what I said.”

[notiwachan-blog]

[txt]: iwa-chan did you know? you're reeeeeally beautiful

[Text]: “Yeah, you too.”

[ushiwakachan-blog]

"Roses are red Violets are blue Sunflowers are yellow

I bet you were expecting something romantic, but no. This is just gardening facts.”

            “ Why would I expect something romantic. . . ? Roses can                                                           be colors other than red, though, Oikawa. “

[kyokenchan-a]

Ж ▽

whines don't ask so hard questionssssssssssss

Mun-day thingy

Ж : What do you like best about RPing, in general? Seeing the way people interpret their character, building up their stories further! It's interesting, and fun to follow!▽ : Any RP pet peeves? The mega super unnecessary hate that sometimes flies around. Like can you not??

[kyokenchan-a]

I don't mind starting! but I need to run to the mall before they close in like two hours, so it'll be a bit~

nah it’s okay! i don’t mind!

edit: this was not meant to happeni fail at life

don't look at me

[kyokenchan-a]

§ (can't stop this masochism train)

Send me § and my muse will react to yours pushing them against a wall and kissing them.

                                                           grandkingxo

He was pretty sure he wasn’t dreaming, that he indeed was at school, and on his way home from practice, or he would have been had he not been pushed against the wall outside the locker room. Kyoutani for one was stunned, surprised that Oikawa would pull such a move, when he had clearly told the third year a billion times he didn’t want to have anything to do with him. Even if he was a remarkable setter and he had grown to respect the elder slowly.

Now with his warm body pressed against a cold stone wall, he felt a shiver run down his spine, even if there was warmth right infront of him. Before he could open his mouth and snap at the elder, a soft pair of lips were against his. Eyes widened and his breath hitched, his hands squeezed into fists, knees felt heavy and his mind felt numb. 

Kyoutani had to force his lungs to work, force them to suck in air, when Oikawa pulled away. Mad dog stared, straight at him, and was pretty sure his eyes would soon dry out and he’d go blind. A shaky hand got lift up, hand uncurling, fingers touching his lips. They were warm, tingly, his face was probably catching a nice shade of red onto itself as his ears seemed to burn. 

Last time he had gotten a headache from headbutting this idiot, this time however he’d avoid that. Instead he slammed his right elbow into Oikawa’s ribs.      ”Fuck off!”

[defensivespecialist]

coppercoded

secbest

ask-thecrowpapas

grandkingxo

                  Yaku shivered and sank further into his jacket.  "If it's this cold out it should be snowing, right?" ✯

[thebestdecoy]

[from here] 

grandkingxo

This certainly hadn’t gone as planned…

Oikawa Tooru – captain of AobaJousai’s boys’ volleyball team and local heartthrob – stood beneath a bus stop in the metaphorical middle of nowhere, soaking wet. Brown locks were plastered heavily to his face as the water dripped from his jacket, and the captain wore an unamused frown on his lips.

Thunder rumbled across the open plains of the rice fields, cut through the sound of the rain that echoed in Oikawa’s ears as he stood beneath the shelter of a bus stop. As he stared out into the rain falling mere centimeters from his face, he considered the situation. If it weren’t for the lightning that the thunder followed behind, Oikawa wouldn’t have stopped his jog. Getting wet, while undesired, was not insufferable. Getting struck by lightning in the open fields he jogged through, however, was a different story.

Sighing, Oikawa dropped himself to sit on the bench behind him in order to wait for the storm to pass. As he stretched his legs out in front of him, Oikawa brought his hands up and began to unbutton and unzip his jacket. Removing it, he made a weak attempt to wring some of the excess water out of it. It was then that he noticed something: he wasn’t alone in waiting out the storm. A grin came to his lips as he greeted cheerfully his companion beneath the bus shelter. “Yo~ Rotten luck, isn’t it?

It wasn't like the weather forecast didn't call for rain that day- it did. The thing is, Hinata never really checks the weather before going outside. When he walked out to venture to the grocery store to pick some things up for dinner, the sky was a darker shade of blue, gray clouds slowly making their way over the city. Concluding that it wouldn't rain before he arrived back home,Hinata hopped on his bike, and off he went.

With the grocery bags in the basket of his bike, Hinata started pedaling back home. All was calm, until thunder rattled somewhere up in the sky, and rain came pouring down. No drizzle, no light rain as a warning, but a full-on thunderstorm happening in the blink of an eye. Had the forecast said there would be a storm? Yes. Did Hinata watch the forecast before going outside? No. He makes a mental note to start checking the weather forecast more often.

Quickly, Hinata found a bus shelter to take refuge in. He can't risk ruining his bike- he didn't have the money to buy a new one if his current bike became rusted beyond repair. Attempting to keep his bike dry to the best of his abilities, Hinata shook his head, water droplets flying from the ends of his hair, which instead of being stuck up in a million and one places, was now straight and plastered against his face. He wiped his hands on his pants (not that it did much, his entire person was soaked in water), Hinata pulled out his phone and sent a text message to his mom that he would be a bit late coming home while waiting for the storm to —hopefully— pass. With his attention elsewhere, Hinata nearly dropped his phone at the sound of a voice addressing him.

He looked over and saw none other than the Grand King himself. Hinata, unsure of whether he was supposed to straighten his posture or bare fangs, slipped his phone back into his pocket, smiling back with uncertainty.

"O-Oikawa-san! Yeah, who knew it would rain this hard today."