takahiiros

[takahiiros]

hanamaki takahiro x reader

a whisper escapes your lips.

"did you know that your freckles are where your lover kissed you the most in your past life?"

the moon shines dimly through the windows of your shared apartment. its light favoring takahiro, blessing you with the image of his back; the smooth surface covered in fresh, red marks, and his freckles that you trace every so often.

"hm?" he replies groggily, head smushed onto his pillow, his eyes struggling to stay open and strawberry blond hair sticking onto his skin.

knowing that he's exhausted and keeping him awake is the last thing you want to do, you settle for silence and continue to admire him. light specks lay gently on the bridge of his nose and his soft lips parted. you brush through his hair and kiss his shoulder lightly.

another freckle.

you admit you stare at hiro a lot and you do this shamelessly – enough to remember and to pin point the freckles on his body. it's scattered all over his back, the constellation travels all the way up to his neck. however this one is one you've never seen before. maybe it's just a coincidence.

it would be stupid to think that you've caused this but you don't completely brush the thought away. your heart tingles at concept of soulmates, especially with hiro.

takahiro who is easy to love and undoubtedly lame. takahiro, a man who has worked ambitiously hard to get to where he's at, slowly but surely. takahiro, a man that prefers his solitude but decides to share his sacred space with you, and make room for your love in his life. takahiro whom you've learned to love despite his flaws

and maybe these freckles, a constellation of sorts, a gift from a past and now present lover, will continue to grow.

his body serving as a galaxy for you to paint his world with stars, a token of your love for him.

#hanamaki x reader #haikyuu x reader #makki x reader #haikyuu imagines #hq x reader #r.writes

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now and (or) forever ; hanamaki takahiro

genre: kidfic but you are the kid, growing up (or coming of age), (very mild) suggestive content, implied childhood friends to lovers

word count: 1.7k

a/n: i just wanted to be a ballerina.

pre-school starts. you’re 6 years old and you’re sat next to a short boy with pink hair. he has three missing front teeth, fair skin full of dotted freckles and small dimples on his cheeks. “you have a hole on your face when you smile,” is first thing you say to him.

“well, your hair looks weird- makes you look like a coconut,” he points out, staring at the bun on the top of your head.

you want to say something mean like his lack of teeth makes him look like a weird turtle or that he has toothpaste on his shirt but your parents have always told you to be nice, especially to other kids, so you just pout.

he notices your sudden change in behavior and taps on your shoulder. “if it makes you feel better, i reaaally like coconuts,” he tries to cheer you up and it works. “but- uhm,” he bites his lower lip, tiny patches of red surrounding the cracked areas. “why’s your hair like that?”

you let out the biggest smile you can manage and with full of pride, you claim, “because i’m a ballerina!”

“a balle- what?” he scrunches his eyebrows together, clearly confused.

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#happy birthday to my idiot boy <3

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hiii ria…- lei<3

OMG... LEI... MY BABY I MISS U.....

#LEIIIII???? lei pls dm me add me on disc .... i miss u....

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hellow…… is anyone there

#xoxo ria #not that i ahve a drabble to put out but jusy hi to anyone seeing this

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makki holding our newborn baby in his arms, cooing at them and blowing on their face cause he knows it makes them laugh.

makki who ugly cries when our baby wraps it tiny hands around his pointer finger for the first time.

makki who loves carrying our baby around the store, pointing at clothes and toys and asking the baby questions like, “which one do you like? is it.. this one? or this one?” in the cutest voice and bounces the baby up and down in his arms while they clap and giggle at him.

#oh my fucking god What kind of crack was i on #WRITING THIS??? OUT??? #man #he had me on a fucking chokehold #he still does

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hi! i haven't been on this blog in ages but i've seen all your kind replies T_T. i just came on to switch out my main blog BAHAHAHA. thank you all for liking my little makki stuff!! hope i get a little bit more inspiration so i can write more of him :)

#xoxo ria #I MISS HIM T—T #the light of my life #HES SO PERFECT #WAAAHHHHH #THANK U ALL FOR LIKING MY STUFF #even if they're vvv mediocre and short #hehe #<3

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very much alive n hopefully school will kick my ass so i can fucking find the motivation to write some c*mfort <3

#xoxo ria #hi hi #i miss talking about m*kki

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"they say freckles are where a lover kissed you in a past life."

your fingers trace down makki's sternum, following the curve of the bone as it dips into his stomach. sherbet hues pour through the crack in the curtain, painting him with a strawberry glow.

'that's sad.' he replies. his breathing is even and relaxed as you walk your fingers up his ribs. sleep is gaining on the both of you, making this bed- your bed, his bed- the only thing that matters there's the distant sound of the city, moving on without you just outside these walls, but the outside world feels inconsequential when you're in his arms.

'how is that sad?' you huff, 'its romantic.'

he untucks his arms from under his pillow and pulls you in by the shoulder. his heartbeat, jumping under the pads of your fingers, thumping in your ears, drowns out everything else.

'I don't have any freckles.' he chuckles and it rings deep in his core. 'I must not have been loved in my last life.'

you tilt your head and place a kiss on his jaw. 'well.' you press another against his neck. then, his collar bone. they are small, flighty things, delicate enough that you can shower them across his body. 'I'll make sure you're covered in them in your next.'

#xo.recs #xo.takahiro #stopJKBASFJBASKFJAKSJFBASK #STOP STOPASKBFKAJS I LOVE THISKBSF #PLEPALSFKAJBS.. #im going to cry #i am tender #i am soft #i am melting #i am jsutbkjbdksajkfbasjkfa...... #i wanna cry #i lvoev him

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genshin au with makki but we are just npcs that live in inazuma<3

#xoxo ria #i am very much ok w that

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hi riaaa, i took a little break from tmblr & fell into a genshin shaped hole… how r u bb- lei

HI LEI!!!! im OKIEE i also fell into a genshin hole + tokrev.. so im…… going LOLLL. r u on na server?

#xoxo ria #lei anon #IM HAPPY TO HEAR FROM U <3

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i hope you write, i hope we both write

#i manifest

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me seeing a fic that interests me: 😀 me seeing warnings in tiny font: … 🙂 me opening the read more to see the actual fic is also in tiny font: ☹️

#accessibility > aesthetic #sometimes i have to power thru it #but most times its not worth the eye strain

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atsumu worshipping your body, leaving feather light kisses all over your skin….. </3

#xoxo ria #xo.atsumu #xo.spice #when will it be MY turn #i just think atsumu is sweet #makki will make me cry if he does rhis #but today i am thinking of atsumu

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kuroo’s college is twenty minutes away from yours, and apparently, neither of you have twenty minutes to spare.

he’s already made it perfectly clear that the college he’s going to is set in stone, and as much as he loves you, or as much as you love him, neither of you are willing to switch schools to be closer to one another.

it’s the afternoon now, the two of you just got back from school, and normally, if you were spending time at his house, in his room, the last thing you two’d be doing is fighting.

but it seems lately, with college just around the corner, fighting is the only thing the two of you could do.

his room feels darker than it is.

“i don’t want to argue anymore.” you say, defeated, burying your face in your hands.

and kuroo sighs, standing in front of you, and he takes your hands away from your face to have them in his.

he tells you, “we have to figure things out.”

“i’m tired.” you say back, refusing to look at him anyways.

“‘me too.” kuroo nods, keeping you close, and his voice is softer than before, “but i don’t want to go to college unsure if i still have you or not.”

your shoulders drop, and you find it so hard to look him in the eye.

“i don’t want to go long distance.” you look at your feet as you say this, and your heart drops when kuroo lets go of your hands.

it seems as if lately every topic has been icy between the two of you, and if you didn’t know any better — or maybe if you did — you’d have thought that maybe it’s a sign that it’s just time to finally break up.

it’s the glaring option — breaking up.

it’s better than arguing, better than racking your brain for a solution to this problem, better than wasting your time fighting and yelling — but no matter how easy that option is, neither of you are ready to call it quits.

“you really had to choose a college twenty minutes away from mine?” he laughs lightly, swaying it as a joke, and his bed dips when he sits on the edge of it.

you stand before him, “that’s barely anything.”

“yeah,” he looks at you, his voice coaxing his words out as humor, “you couldn’t just come to mine?”

and you frown, scoffing, “i’m sorry that my dream school isn’t yours.”

his eyebrows furrow, “that’s wasn’t my point.”

“it’s not?” you cross your arms, “you’re basically blaming me for not going to your school.”

and he stares at you for a second, knowing that his words didn’t come out right, and it’s just one more thing that he can’t seem to get right.

before this week, this month, you two barely ever fought nonetheless argued, so it’s odd to be so out of terms with you, odd to disagree.

“i didn’t mean that.” kuroo looks at you again, even though he knows you’re ignoring his glance.

his voice softens, “i’m just upset.”

and you finally look at him, “well, i’m upset too.”

the colleges the two of you are going to are twenty minutes apart, and it’s not much, but with his ambition and your dreams, it’s hard to prioritize your relationship over school.

it’s hard to spare twenty minutes only for him to leave again and miss you as you’re so far away.

kuroo knows how hard it is to be away from you, and the only thing that hurts more than that; is that he knows that you’ll eventually get tired of it too.

his room is dark now, the sun has set, and you’ll be having to go home soon.

your voice is soft, “do you want to break up?”

he blinks, and he finally realizes how glossy his eyes are getting.

“no.” kuroo tells you almost immediately, his head shaking, “i don’t want to ever do that.”

and you love him for it, but now it really feels like the conversation is approaching a dead end.

“school starts in a few days,” you tell him, your heart beating out of your chest, “and we’re both not okay with going separate ways.”

you feel defeated, “and i don’t want to fight anymore.”

and he scoffs, “you think i want to fight?”

“you keep getting upset with me!” you almost raise your voice, looking at him, you try not to yell, so your voice softens, “i don’t know what to do, i can’t change colleges, i can’t match your schedule, i can’t change these things.”

he looks back at you.

“i don’t know what to do.” your eyebrows furrow, “just tell me what to do, and i will do it.”

he doesn’t say anything.

your voice is threatening to break, but you hold against it, “just tell me what to do.”

for a minute, he doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t even look at you. his own hand tangled in his mess of a hair as if he’s racking his brain to figure things out.

kuroo doesn’t want to break up with you. he’s known this since he first kissed you, and ever since then, he’s sure — if he can’t be with you, he would rather be alone.

his eyes snap back up to you, like he’s just had a sudden idea, and a trail of sweat falls down his temple.

there’s a small smile forming on his lips, and he’s kind of sure of what to say next.

you look at him, and he looks back at you, with his soft — unsure — eyes that brims with nervousness and certainty all at once.

his voice is small, “marry me.”

and you laugh lightly, “don’t joke.”

“i’m serious.” he looks up to you from the dip of his bed, his smile unwavering, and he runs his fingers through his hair again.

he continues, “we find an apartment that’s close enough to both our schools, come home to each other, be together even if we’re mostly apart.”

“kuroo.” you look at him, eyebrows furrowed, and you’re so unsure of what to say, it makes you laugh, “this isn’t funny.”

“i mean it.” he looks at you so intently, it makes you take a breath.

he says this so easily as if he isn’t 19, as if he isn’t going off into college twenty minutes away from yours, as if he’s sure that you’re the only person he ever wants to be with.

kuroo offers you a small smile (and his entire, nervous heart), “marry me.”

#xo.recs #xo.kuroo #AHHHHSAHFBASKJBFASKJBFKASJBFKJASBFKJASB #MARRY ME..... #OK.... I WILLSAJKFBASJKB

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atsumu and lightning mcqueen are the same person, prove me wrong

#lightning mcqueen isnt even a person imc rying #lmaoo

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atsumu and lightning mcqueen are the same person, prove me wrong

#xoxo ria #to an extent #anyways hi lol im not completely dead #recycling jokes ive posted on my twitter

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☾⋆. hanamaki takahiro m. list

— mindless self indulgence ; mini series

— 2AM ; slice of life, fluff

— tap out ; college au, comfort

— now and (or) forever ; kidfic, childhood friends to lovers, growing up

— a constellation of sorts ; comfort, soulmates, domesyic

#.navi #neglecting this blog #but decided to fix it up bcos it looked so messy