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🌸 I can’t believe I haven’t drawn fem sakuatsu before
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butterznack · 3 years
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Inked Osamu at work ✨ ft. tired Akaashi (and equally tired ‘Samu)
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Genshin Impact x Suits
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butterznack · 3 years
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just popping here to say hu tao and c2 thoma came home and i’m rly happy,,,, also actually considering starting a genshin masterlist but i still want to finish my hq x reader drafts lol
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butterznack · 3 years
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ハリマオ
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butterznack · 3 years
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i’ve been sooo into genshin i want to write for it now,,,,,, what to do 👉👈
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butterznack · 3 years
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[ 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐄 ] 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈
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“they got a photo,” sakusa grumbles, gripping the steering wheel tighter. chuckling, you reach over, playing with the hairs at the base of his neck, the action soothing him like it always does.
“omi, did you think paparazzi wouldn’t find us? you’re a soon to be olympic athlete—”
“well, it was rude to take pictures,” he mutters, pout evident on his face. “we were on a date.” chuckling once more, you take the hand he has firmly planted on your thigh, bringing it up and pressing soft kisses to his knuckles, rubbing your thumb gently over his skin.
he relaxes almost instantly.
“pretty sure that’s what they get paid to do, baby,” you grin.
“are you even on my side?” he all but whines, glancing at you from the corner of his eyes. grinning, you roll yours.
“always. just think you’re being a drama queen is all.”
sakusa has never been a fan of the attention that his occupation brings, but he’s known from the start what pursuing this line of work would bring. he just wishes that he could get a break when he was with you, is all.
and sure, he posts you here and there on his socials, he’s never exactly wanted to hide your relationship—not that he’s one to boastfully announce it either, but something ticks him the wrong way that someone else is after you, and it’s all because of him.
moments like this make him worry when one day, everything might be too much for you. he chose this life—but you didn’t, and the simple fact that you could leave it all behind any time makes his heart ache, heavy with dread.
“am not a drama queen,” he scowls. “you’re rude, i don’t like you.”
“but do you love me though?” you grin at him. it’s silent for a moment before he reluctantly mumbles out a quiet yes. “aww, love you too,” you tease, and the soft blush on his cheeks never fails to amuse you, nor does it fail to soften you up at the sight.
even after all this time, sakusa still blushes for you like it’s the first date—and even after all this time, you wanna see it again, and again, and again.
“you know, it’s…it’s not for everyone,” he says quietly after a few moments. you raise a brow, glancing at him as he keeps his eyes trained on the road, jaw tight as he clears his throat.
“what’s not?”
“this. this life, the people, the cameras, the comments.”
and you know that. better than anyone else, you’re aware of the repercussions that come with attaching yourself to the lifestyle of someone like sakusa kiyoomi.
but repercussions don’t feel like repercussions when it’s with him. everything with him feels like a gift—like a capsule of time you’ve been blessed to experience.
you trace small hearts into the back of his hand, squeezing it gently as if to say i’m here. and i’m going to stay.
he squeezes back, and it’s enough to tell you he’s grateful.
“i know that, kiyoomi. i knew that from the start. i know what i want,” you murmur. he nods slowly, taking in your words.
“and what is it? that you want, i mean.”
“you, of course,” you say seriously, looking at him as if it was the most obvious thing. and perhaps it is—it’s no secret how you feel for sakusa. you deal with the nitpicking, the whining, the clinging, the grouching, the scowling, the pouting, you really deal with it all.
and again, he’s grateful. he doesn’t think anyone else could deal with the rollercoaster that he is as gracefully as you do.
“well,” he smiles softly. “good. i want you too. but this life isn’t for everyone,” he says seriously. “i wouldn’t blame you if you decided it’s not for you either.”
“yeah, it’s not for everyone,” you agree. he gulps. “it’s for me,” you scowl. “you got other people in line for my spot? huh? is that what it is? don’t you dare let anyone else sit in this passenger seat, kiyoomi, it’s mine,” you point a finger menacingly at him.
and for the first time since the small flash of a camera caught his attention as you both exited the cafe, sakusa smiles.
in fact, he laughs.
“no one else shall be seated on this here passenger seat besides you,” he says firmly, fighting back a snort. “it simply won’t do, it’s your seat after all,” he nods, making a wide grin stretch across your face.
and sure, sometimes there’s a lot going on, and it’s hard to keep up with everything that sakusa’s whirlwind of a life brings on, but you tackle it happily to enjoy these moments.
the little moments where sakusa kiyoomi is yours, where he shows you parts of himself that the world will never get a chance to experience. and someday, he wants to be able to call you his—fully his, his last name sealing the deal and all.
“i’ll slash your tires if this seat moves even an inch. i’ll know if someone’s sat here,” you warn. a large grin takes up his features, and the small dimples that make your world go round surface at the corners of his mouth.
he’s beautiful—sakusa kiyoomi is an endless dive, and the deeper you go, the more you grow to love. and being loved by sakusa is even better, the small signs of his affection overpowering all your senses as he encompasses you wholly.
“wouldn’t put it past you to do that,” he snorts. “but if i find out you’ve sat shotgun in some other dickhead’s car, i’ll slash his tires. you gotta pay for the damage.”
“fair enough,” you can’t fight back the smile on your face. “i’ll just pay it with your card.”
“also wouldn’t put it past you—kidding! i’m kidding,” he laughs, reaching over to pinch your nose as he stops at a red light, chuckling at your glare.
and just like that, sakusa’s sour mood is all forgotten, thanks to you. you know as soon as the paparazzi photos surface, the scowl with return—but you also know as soon as you make a comment about getting free professional photography, the smile will return and replace the frown on his lips.
over and over again, the cycle continues, and over and over again, you and sakusa fall deeper into the dive, love encompassing you tighter as you do.
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butterznack · 3 years
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the witch and the innkeeper
an au collab with yamabato on ao3!!!
read it soon on osaaka day (nov 5) at osaaka webzine on twt!!
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butterznack · 3 years
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DAY29: COLD
COLD OUTSIDE BUT WARM POCKETS
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butterznack · 3 years
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miya
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butterznack · 3 years
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haven’t been super active here bc of work,,, but also bc i stated playing genshin and umm all i can say is rip my sleeping schedule but it’s soo good ughh <333
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butterznack · 3 years
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DAY13: travel 💼💼
will you go with me??
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butterznack · 3 years
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Haikyuubu Chapter 82: The Fake Kita
next chapter should be about Shiratorizawa!
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butterznack · 3 years
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7:22 — suna rintarō
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You wake up feeling groggy, eyes still clouded with sleep and brain foggy as it slowly rises to consciousness. The sheets ruffle beside you and the duvet is slightly pulled off your body. You whine but all that comes out is a weird strangled noise. Suna whips his head, startled by the sound you made when clearing your throat so as to get rid of the morning hoarse voice. The next thing you know, your body is being pulled backwards, your boyfriend clinging onto you for dear life, his chest against your back as Suna nuzzles his head farther into the crook of your neck. You shiver, feeling the tip of Suna’s nose against your bare skin but don’t complain.
The alarm on your night stands reads 7:22 AM in glowing red digits and letters, it’s set to go off in eight minutes and you plan on making the most of it. Your eyelids start to feel heavier, and with the small amount of energy you have in this very second, you snuggle further into the duvet, Suna’s body moving in sync as if getting the message, we still got time.
It’s always a win for the two of you, to think I still got that much time to spend with them, rather than sulking over how little time there is left before the both of you move on with your day.
Eventually, the alarm rings in loud bips and you lazily reach out an arm to turn it off, moving from under the covers. It startles Suna who grunts in response, so you roll to face your boyfriend, and lean down to peck both his cheeks. Good morning.
A smile stretches at the corner of his lips and Suna returns your kisses by peppering you with a dozen of it, if not more, from your shoulder and up your neck to your nose and forehead, and finally sealing your lips. Good morning to you, too.
It’s never long after then that you decide it’s time to get out of bed and get ready for the upcoming day. Mornings with Suna are quiet, words confined in the kisses and embraces you share with each other. He is usually the first to leave when the team organizes early morning practices, but before stepping out the door, you tug at the sleeve of his track jacket. Suna tilts his head to the side, looking at you in wonder as you stand forward at the edge of the genkan. He chuckles, walking backwards so you can kiss him goodbye.
“Have a nice day,” you say.
“I love you.” You too.
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a/n : if you don’t want people talking to you in the morning clap your hands *claps 100 times*
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butterznack · 3 years
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WHEN HIS S/O IS BROUGHT UP IN AN INTERVIEW
❥   a smile spreads across atsumu’s face the second your name is brought up. anyone being interviewed with him just shakes their head and sighs, knowing exactly what was about to happen. he already talks about you way too much unprompted but when someone actually brings you up willingly? good luck trying to make him stop. his voice goes somewhat higher in excitement, barely able to stay still in his seat, “oh yn? they’re absolutely great. apparently people tell ‘em how lucky they are to be with me, but really…’m the lucky one. never thought i’d end up with someone so amazin’, y’know?” at one point meian had to put his hand over atsumu’s mouth to get him to stop talking. 
❥   everybody else in the room disappears for bokuto when your name is mentioned, but nobody really minds as they all swoon and coo at how much love he held for you. the team is always endeared at the way his gaze goes soft when he talks about you. bokuto looks straight into the camera, unable to fight the blush that spread across his cheeks as he thought of you, “yn? yeah, they’re very supportive! they’d actually watch my interviews sometimes when they’re on break from work so…hi, yn! i love you and i can’t wait to come home to you.” he has to muffle his squeals of delight when you text him that you’ve seen the interview. 
❥   hinata becomes a blushy, giggling mess whenever an interviewer begins to ask about the team’s significant others. he gets antsy, bouncing his knee and biting his lip as he waits for his teammates to finish speaking so he can gush about you. however, when it’s finally his turn his mind just draws a blank. his lips part only to have nothing come out of them, “yn…they’re…cool.” everyone waits for him to say more but all he does is scold himself as the tips of his ears turn pink. when he gets home, he holds you and rambles everything he wanted to say: how much he loved you and how lucky he is to have you in his life. 
❥   sakusa doesn’t give the interviewer much to work with when asked about you. with his life in the public eye, he wanted to give your relationship some semblance of privacy. it’s not that he wants to keep you a secret, it’s just that he wants to keep most things between the two of you. he keeps his voice at its usual calm and steady tone, “me and yn? we’re doing fine. thank you for asking.” even as his teammates are elbowing his sides or the interviewer pressing for more, sakusa holds his ground. but anyone who saw the twitch in the corner of his lips, the fondness in his eyes, could tell just how much you mean to him.
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