Food Is A Love Language!!! Cool People All Agree Food Is A Love Language!!!

food is a love language!!! cool people all agree food is a love language!!!

pizza date w/ akaashi | wc: 263 m.list

    he sits across from you, a paper plate resting on your old coffee table. next to you, there's one slice of pizza left in the box. it's covered with cheese, toppings sprinkled gingerly, and the perfect amount of sauce seeps through. his gaze travels between you and the pizza, a smile on his face, "you can have it, y/n."

  "no, no, it's okay, you can have it," you shake your head, sitting cross legged, trying to ignore the gurgling feeling you still carry in your stomach.

  "i'm okay, i already had some food earlier. plus i know how much you like this place," akaashi shrugs, pushing the pizza box closer to you, resting one of his elbows on the table and his chin in his hand.

  you look at him slightly before grabbing the piece of pizza, taking a bite. there's something in the air as you lean forward slightly, a smile worming its way onto your lips. swallowing the bit of food, you reach the pizza over the table, "i can tell you're a little hungry, we can just share."

  instead of slicing it in half or ripping it down the middle, he leans forward, taking a bite from the slice. there's a tension in the air as he gives you a smile, mouth still full. his gaze rest comfortably on you as you roll your eyes, taking another bite as you lean back against the couch behind you. 

  it's a simple act of love, sharing, but it means the world to akaashi. especially when your foot accidentally touches his under the table. the touch far too electric.

my drafts look like drunk ramblings guys i swear i was sober when i jotted those ideas down

   women love me, fish fear me ᵕ̈         timeskip!boyfie!nishinoya yū         x gn reader ˎˊ˗

⋮⋮ ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𖥻 ⿻ : traveling the world    ⋮⋮  with noya can be a handful at ⋮⋮  times ...

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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ i actually loved writing this so much ?? not me making myself giggle and kick my feet around … this one is so silly , chattt i hope you like it toooo ”

"YŪ, DO NOT TOUCH ME WITH THAT!"

your boyfriend was currently holding a big-ass king crab in his hands as the fishing boat rocked under your feet.

your travels have brought the two of you to the waters right off the shores of british columbia, canada. this isn't the first time nishinoya had convinced you to fish for your own dinner at the destination you found yourselves in. what better way to immerse yourself in the culture than eating only the best of what's in season for the region?

however, this is the first time that this little tradition has brought you face-to-face with a sea creature with arms about the same-length arms as yours.

"hurry up then, babe! take a picture so i can send it to the guys back home!" nishinoya only giggles as if he's not holding an absolute beast of a crustacean, “this is going to taste amazing tonight, i can’t wait. maybe we should grill it—wait does our airbnb even have a grill?…”

in the most loving way possible, you think to yourself how you could not possibly give a fuck about trying to remember if the airbnb had a grill or not right now.

not with that crab—something of magnitude you’ve never seen before in your life—staring you straight in the eye.

you try your best with slightly-trembling hands to fumble with the phone in your grasp, lining up the shot at the same time as squinting to see the screen under the blazing summer sun and its rays.

once you overcome the glare of the shimmering, almost sparkling, waters around you, nishinoya's image becomes clear through your phone screen as you snap a few photos.

his colorful rayband sunglasses are pushing back against the blonde tuft at the front of his hair slightly-damp hair. the mist that floats up from the current splashing against the base of the boat and has you both covered in a thin sheen layer of water—which is doing your boyfriend so many favors because the sun reflects off his tanktop-clad arms as they flex to hold up the king crab in front of him.

probably taking more pictures than necessary (perhaps a bit distracted by how you were ogling the man in front of you), you almost can forget about the fear the crab was instilling in you when you’re interrupted as nishinoya suddenly yells out,

"OW!"

he doubles over, still holding the crab but now trying to hold it as far away from his as possible, and winces in pain.

"OH MY GOD, BABE ARE YOU OK?" you ask him in a panic. your first reflex is to rush to his side to make sure everything’s okay—but again, there’s a huge fucking crab in your way.

flustered about this fact, you start to turn to get the boat captain for assistance. but then suddenly nishinoya starts to laugh.

“sorry baby, i was just playin’,” nishinoya admits through the gasps of air from his laughing fit, “i’m fine!”

you can even hear the captain laugh along with nishinoya’s little prank as he steers the boat a short ways behind you and nishinoya.

if the sun beating down on you wasn’t enough, you feel your face get even warmer and you can practically see yourself blushing as red as the crab your boyfriend just faked pinched him.

you wanted to be frustrated at him for joking around about something that could be very real and very dangerous.

but when you looked at nishinoya—quite literally glowing under the summer sun and with a smile that was wide and almost brighter in your eyes than that very same sun—you couldn’t bring yourself to be actually upset at him for very long.

“don’t scare me like that!” you still lightly scold him but feel his contagious laughter creep onto your face in the form of a reluctant smile on your lips. you try to playfully nudge at the side of his head for emphasis, but only your fingertips manage to graze his sea-salty hair as you try not to touch the giant crab by attempting to reach as far above it and its claws as you can.

but that night in your airbnb, a small log cabin that overlooked the shoreline where you were on that crabbing boat just hours before, you and nishinoya did manage to find a grill.

and your boyfriend wound up being right—the crab did taste really good after he cooked it for the both of you for dinner.

“told ya it would be worth it, sweetie,” he lovingly bragged.

you roll your eyes as you crack open another one of the crab legs but before you can dig in, nishinoya leans over the candlelit table where you two share your meal on the airbnb’s back porch.

the two of you kiss, and you can taste the garlic butter that's been accompanying your meal on nishinoya’s lips. it leaves you giggling as he pulls back, and it doesn't help that once he’s seated again, you swear you can see love swimming around in his eyes.

you're so in love with this man.

but if you said the best part about getting to travel the world was seeing your boyfriend enjoying the antics you both get into as he pursues this journey that means so much to him, you’d be wrong in his opinion.

in actuality, nishinoya’s favorite part is moments like these. seeing you in front of him, a beautiful sunset of pink, purple, and orange hues swirling to create a backdrop to your happy and serene face… that’s the thing he’d travel to the ends of the earth for, over and over again.

💭ˎˊ˗ " you find this recipe card tucked into a random shōnen manga magazine , stashed away amongst cookbooks on one of the kitchen shelves " ˚ ༘ 🐈 *｡𖦹⋆｡˚

streetcorner . . . ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ᯓ★ a timeskip! akaashi keiji x gn reader series

꒰ some have said they've never felt lonelier than when they find themselves in a city, surrounded by thousands of lives happening simultaneously. but if you're busy enough, the skyscrapers can't catch up to you, right? wrong. that is, unless you stumble into someone one day–someone who might be able to keep the both of you from sinking away into the skyline. ꒱

details : long form, strangers to friends to lovers, pining!!!, slowburn, hurt comfort, angst, themes of isolation and loneliness, but then tooth rotting fluff to make up for it, cat ownership!, y/n's only other friends are their cute old couple employers lol, sort of found family if you squint, mentions of drinking, msby4 mentioned!!!, suggestive content down the line!

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ masterlist

– part one。

– part two。

– part three。

– part four。

– part five。

– part six。

– part seven。

– part eight。

– part nine。*

– part ten。( epilogue )

( * suggestive )

💭ˎˊ˗ " ingredients for this recipe : the smell of cleaning supplies while doing chores at dawn , the bittersweet taste mixed with a slight trace of aluminum as you drink canned coffee , hushed conversations under warm light , yearning ( lots of it !!! ) , a dash of that spark when you first feel the warmth of another ' s hand in cold winter air , some cat treats , finding solace amidst chasing blind ambitions ... - ro ♡ "

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me and kuroo oops 💀

   hide and seek ᵕ̈         kozume kenma x gn reader ˎˊ˗

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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ i ' m gonna cry this is so soft wtf ”

waning sunlight bore through the row of square windows perched high up on the nekoma gymnasium's walls. the gym lights were already off, and in the dimness of the space, the windows gave glimpses to the pink and purple sky as the sun was starting to set outside. they casted shapes on the shiny and sneaker-streaked wooden floor, the patches of light continuously getting sliced and diced by the shadow of the spinning ceiling fans the third years were yet to turn off.

the only noises that met your ears were the distant whirr of those metal blades, the minuscule clicking of buttons and flicking of joycons, and the faint sound of breathing coming from kenma–who was snug up against you as you sat on the floor against one of the gym walls, showing you the gameplay of the new game he just bought.

volleyball practice had just ended. you could hear through the open entrance doors the rest of the boys on the team conversing loudly, as they put equipment away or were gathering their things to go home–it was a school night after all.

but between you and kenma, no words needed to be spoken. you both were completely content there, feeling the warmth of one another close by and watching the bright screen of kenma's portable gaming console flash colorful pictures of a hero overcoming their evil adversaries.

kenma was very grateful for this fact, for this little ritual he started to share with you when you started to stop in at the end of volleyball practice. originally, you did it with the intention to chat and ask him how practice went, then to walk home with him and kuroo and talk some more.

but sometimes practice was tiring, and some days kenma just couldn't find the energy to keep up the conversation. it's not that he didn't want to talk to you. he loved hearing your voice when you two conversed, actually.

all it was is that he needed to recharge. he needed to play with his games, even if just for ten to twenty minutes.

so you let him. because you care. and kenma loves appreciated that about you. from then on, you two started to end the days off (before being met with kuroo to make the trek home, that is) finding a little corner, a bush, a not-so-dusty spot under the bleachers... to just sit. and he'd play another level or two of one of his games, and you'd calmly watch.

your shoulders brushed every time kenma had to quickly maneuver some ability in the game–and even if it slipped far enough for a rush of coldness to attack your arm, it would always without fail return to its rightful place, bringing with it warmth as an apology. at times, you swear you feel like your breathing was in sync. every time you blinked, your eyelids almost seemed to move in slow motion.

together, time gradually slowed to a stop. you two were in a little bubble of your own creation, where nothing else mattered except the both of you. both of you being, and being together...

"kenma! kenma? y/n!" kuroo's voice suddenly rings through the door of the gym and bounces off the walls of the big room. kenma quietly groans and a giggle escapes you at his reaction–as if you two haven't been in this scenario for a dozen times before, and as if kenma's reaction has ever changed, at that.

"yaku! i told you to turn the fans off. don't forget tomorrow!" you then hear the captain yell out. overhead, the fans spin to a stop, and now everything is still for a moment.

"time to go kenma," you softly nudge at his side.

the blonde reaches over to shove his console in his bag with a sigh, "fine, let's go."

as you stand up, you body feels a shock of cold. it's already yearning for kenma's warmth again, the one that makes hiding from the world feel so nice. so your body seeks it out, following close behind him as you make your way across the gym to the exit.

       ⇩  ⇩  ⇩ 𝘽𝙊𝙉𝙐𝙎 ::

years later, the conventions you and kenma find yourselves at are awfully crowded. with questions at panel after panel and interactions with fan after fan at meet and greets, it's hard to believe the day still isn't over yet.

and it's not like kenma didn't like his fanbase. he loved them, and he loved what he did as a streamer.

it's just that sometimes he had to recharge. and thankfully, he knew just how, and who to go to for that.

his feet moved mindlessly, seeking you out. he found you behind some backstage black curtains nearby.

"hey kenma!" you smile at him, "how'd the meet and greet go?"

"it went great," his hand suddenly grasps at yours, "let's go somewhere real quick?"

you don't miss the way his words come out laced with the tiny breath of a sigh, or how he's hunched over just a little more than usual.

so you don't question it as he pulls you through the crowds, weaving to different convention hall entrances until finally when he peeks his head in the doorway, you find a room unoccupied.

there, against the wall and on the worn-out carpeted floor, you sit–nothing besides a bare stage, rows of empty chairs, and the two of you.

kenma relishes in this newfound hiding spot, letting his eyes close and his head lean against your shoulder for even just a moment. the bustling of the convention-goers outside gets tuned out.

there's no game console in his hands this time. so you resort to watching how instead of pressing at buttons and joycons, he plays with your warm hands under his fingertips.

and you let him, for as long as he wants, and he appreciates loves that about you, the person–his solace–who gets him so well. he loves you.