help his face

anonymous asked:

hey! can I get a kageyama and fem s/o, but she's tsukki's lil sister? I wanna see tsukki's salt on point and of course angry kags and that's all! the rest is up to you 😊

Ahh! I hope I lived up to your expectations, Anon! I really enjoy this idea though; Tsuki and Kageyama having to spend more time together than either of them want all because they love the same girl. LOL! Tsukishima can be such a little shit, it makes me so happy!

P.s. I’m gonna spend pretty much all freaking day getting through as many requests as possible! I literally have so much time today and thought I’d put it towards something productive!

Kageyama knew there was a large chance of this happening, but there was a part of him that hoped that anyone but the boy before him had answered the door. He couldn’t help the way his face immediately scrunched up at the sight of the tall blond and the way that he stared blankly down at him. God, it pissed him off. But he was on Tsukishima’s turf, he had to be respectful here.

“I, uh, I came to see [First Name]-chan,” he stated politely. His lip pouted downward, his narrowed gaze dropped after he spoke them, staring hard at the space between their feet. After a moment of no answer, he brought his eyes up to meet with Tsukishima’s gold ones behind his lens.

“No,” he answered blankly, body moving back and hand bringing the door to shut in the other’s face.

Kageyama paused, staring at the wood of the door now in front of him, gaze wide. Immediately, he felt his anger take hold of him as he lunged forward to pound hard on the surface. “Oi!” he shouted, “Bastard, open the door!”

His hand stalled mid motion of hitting the door hard again when it swung open, this time revealing the startled face of the Tsukishima sibling’s mother, her brown eyes were wide on him and he mirrored the surprised look. “Oh,” she was the first to speak of the two of them, “nice to see you, Kageyama.”

“Uh, I–”

“Be careful, mother,” Tsukishima spoke as he peered around the corner to the doorway he had left his teammate abandoned outside, “this brute is uncontrollable. It’ll be safer to keep him out and away from important things.”

The setter’s gaze narrowed on the blond, bypassing his mother before turning back up to her with an open expression free of the resentment he felt for her youngest son. “Ms. Tsukishima, I’m sorry for startling you,” he spoke, his body bowing forward before brining his gaze back up to her, ignoring the snickering Tsukishima behind her, “[First Name]-chan invited me over.”

She smiled kindly then, moving to the side and gesturing for the boy to step into her home. “She’s in her room,” she answered before moving to return to the living room, leaving Kageyama to make his way towards his girlfriend’s room, a path he knew well at this point.

Removing his shoes, Kageyama stepped into the home and moved to shoulder his way past the taller boy, a glare shooting at the small smirk that rested on his face. Stepping into the room he had been desperate to reach since he first showed up on their doorstep, his hard gaze immediately disappeared when he met with her eyes. They tension in his shoulders dropped as she crossed the space between them and wrapped her arms around his middle in greeting.

“Trouble getting through the door?” she teased, she knew the answer. It’s not like it was the first time it ever happened.

A pout appeared on his face at the mention of the events that had just transpired. “He is so…” his voice dropped away as his hands lifted to grip angrily at the air around him.

The small laugh that passed through her lips took the glare away once again. His gaze met with hers and when she moved to press her mouth against his, all the tension in his shoulders immediately dropped away from him. Returning the kiss, he brought his hands to rest gently on her hips, allowing himself to meld against her.

“Gross,” a familiar flat voice came from across the hall, “I need to vomit.”

“Damn you, Tsukishima!”


Local Man Ruins Everything™ 

… Am I the only one who keeps watching the first few seconds of this video when Niall said “fuck” in THAT voice?! I mean, he’s adorable throughout most of the video but those first few seconds… damn it.


“the old that is strong does not wither”

happy birthday Fernando Torres, you ageless elf!

Stay for the night

So… I had this idea earlier today and I’ve been working on it since 3PM. I hope you guys enjoy it and please let me know what you think! Lots of love, B xx

The house is empty and silent, much different than when you first arrived and the last bottles of beer and wine have been tossed in the bin just outside of Harry’s kitchen. You’ve managed to tidy things up a bit, make the house less messy than when his drunk guests left almost half an hour ago and now, after washing your hands from the sticky remnants of beer that got all over them while you cleaned up, you can finally try and find him and bid your goodbyes.

When you do find him, he’s sitting on his couch, legs spread open and a hand resting on his tummy, his head tipped back and resting against the back of the couch, a frown on his forehead and his lips pressed in a tight line - if you didn’t know better, you’d say he’s fighting nausea but you know the truth. You know he’s just about to pass out and sleep for the rest of the night on his couch and the only thing he’s waiting for is for you to leave - he’s too much of a gentleman to let you just leave without saying goodbye.

Smiling, you stand between his legs, one knee resting on the small bit of the couch that’s available and you lean forward, hand reaching for the curls that fall across his forehead, your fingers pushing it back in a slow rub against his scalp and he hums in appreciation of the gesture.

“Everyone’s gone.” You inform him, thumb smoothing across the frown lines on his forehead and he relaxes under your touch, his face turning softer, his lips opening around a sigh of contentment. “I’ve cleaned up so you don’t have to do it tomorrow.”

“Didn’t have to.” He says and you can see his sleepy green eyes open to glare at you, but the effect of his intended angry stare is just a grumpy and pouty, too sleepy to look menacing stare. “‘M a grown man, can do my own cleaning.”

“Know you are…” You giggle, cupping his face in one of your hands and rubbing your thumb across his pouty lips. “Just wanted to help.”

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