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i googled twin tshirts for these clowns' birthday and found a funny set 😂
sending a good hbd to my fave fictional twins 🎂🎂🎂
Capas que esqueci de colocar aqui no portfólio -qq
Uma é para o projeto My Red House, um projeto focado em trazer mais fanfics do ship BokuAka, e a fanfic se chama “Entre Batons e primeiros beijos” escrito por Channie, do universo de Haikyuu.
Enquanto que a outra capa foi um surto que tive juntamente do @tansshoku enquanto fazia a capa de “I keep Dancing on my Own” e a manipulação do Osamu ficou parecendo um “Go go Boy” segundo o Chiitra por conta das roupas pretas e a sentada sensual, ai não sei o que aconteceu que falamos de Suna parecer o lobo guará seco e magrelo da nota de 200 reais e então surgiu a capa de “Você não vale nem 200 reais!” QUE É ESCRITO POR CHIITRA E TÔ POSTANDO AQUI PRA ELE NÃO ESQUECER DOAIWNDOAIWNODIANWOIADNWOAINDWOIANDW
Se inspire! Não copie! Créditos à artista @magesup pelas artes da capa BokuAka e artes oficias do anime/mangá Haikyuu na segunda capa, manipulação feita por mim, com PNG de @hallyumi ~
i googled twin tshirts for these clowns' birthday and found a funny set 😂
sending a good hbd to my fave fictional twins 🎂🎂🎂
listen as much as i love osamu
me being the picky eater that i am, i feel like he'd get so annoyed
osamu: bruh you haven't even tried this yet, how tf do u know it tastes bad??!!
me: i just know!!!
˚✶ * morning massage w/ osamu
m.list / wc: 702
dark clouds move slowly above your house, circling and swirling in every which way. rain trickles down every few minutes, lightening up only to storm back down in ever changing waves. the kitchen light seems to be the only one on, a soft warm essence that leaks into the connected dining room. windows let in whatever light seeps through the clouds, illuminating the puzzle in front of you.
a simply decorated mug sits on the table, your hand clasped around the handle. heat bubbles up from the mug, a sweetened coffee slowly cooling as you place another piece. you tend to work on the sides first, outlining it before filling it in. pressing another piece in, you bring the mug up to your lips, the cool lip of the ceramic is quickly replaced by the warm liquid.
osamu tends to wake up early, a habit formed from early mornings in the kitchen (and a season at a bakery). however, this particular morning, his body decided to give him a rest. something you wish you could give him every day he comes home from a long shift. although, it doesn't stop you from appreciating hearing his soft footsteps entering the hallway.
setting down another puzzle piece, you look out the window, the barely visible reflection of osamu in the kitchen reflecting off of it. looking back down, you pretend to not hear him, taking another sip of your coffee, trying to hide the smile creeping onto your face. sitting it back down, your eyes are covered with moisturized hands, still rough from calluses.
"guess who.." his voice is deeper than usual, the usual morning raspiness still there.
"well, i'm hoping it's my husband. if not, this coffee is scolding hot."
he chuckles lightly, echoing through your ear like a song. slowly moving his hands from your eyes, they turn over, the backs of his hands brushing against your neck. his touch is soft, barely noticeable besides the goosebumps it sends running down your spine. one stays by your neck, returning his palm to your skin, thumb pressing against a resilient knot forming beneath. "it's a good thing it is than."
leaning over your shoulder, osamu's head comes into view. his expression is soft, a five o'clock shadow forming from a lazy weekend. "good morning lovely," leaning towards you, his lips brush your nose, the sweet scent of toothpaste and day old cologne filling your nostrils.
slowly his lips trace down yours, peppering your frown lines until he eventually tastes the coffee you were drinking. it's not as dark as he tends to enjoy, but he would hate to someday kiss your lips and taste that same bitterness. the prickly hairs on his face leaving a tingling sensation on your upper lip. "good morning handsome," you whisper into his lips, the mint flavor growing ever stronger.
"your neck feels really stiff, you want your personal masseuse to step up?" osamu smiles, leaning back from your kiss, still keeping eye contact with you.
pursing your lips, you nod softly, eyebrows lowering. "if he's available today..."
osamu's quick to stand up straight, cracking his knuckles (in quite an over exaggerated manner). his hands slowly lowers against your shoulders, fingers moving methodically until they're in their respective places. sitting back in your seat, you try to loosen the tension in your upper body. as soon as your shoulders drop, osamu's thumbs begin to press into your back, a soft hum escaping your lips.
they swirl around the spots with an amount of pressure that felt uncomfortably perfect. his fingers press the front of your shoulders, rubbing up and down in a soothing motion. "so happy i took that baking course," osamu whispers, hands readjusting so his hands are against your low neck.
"you're equating massaging my shoulders to kneading dough?" you question, leaning your head back so you can look up and see his face, eyebrows raised.
looking back down at you, his eyes roll absentmindedly, annoyed with your inability to sit down and relax. "well you are just as stubborn. although, i do love you significantly more," osamu's hands leave your neck, instead cupping your neck as he leans down for another kiss.
"i would hope so."
gen taglist: @nnnyxie @sippn-the-tae @ayatakanosstuff @silkloom @megapteraurelia @dazqa @lale-txt @solzscribblez @bluemailhiot @hyunteru @kameyyy
˚✶ * the back of a railcar osamu m. x fem!reader
you decide to quit your job and take a long train journey across japan. deciding to stay awake for the full 23 hours to truly reflect on all aspects of your life, you pack your bags and prepare for an adventure. however, upon stepping foot on the train, you see someone you never thought you'd see again. your high school sweetheart turned college ex. and as he learns of your idea, he urges his own participation in the task, making it the most invigorating and confusing 24 hours of your life.
status: in progress taglist: open warnings: each chapter will be one hour in the 24 hour period, possible smau moments, friends/exes to lovers, questionable choices on y/n's part, slow updates, vulgar language, jokes of sexual nature (nothing explicit)
chapters;
coming soon…