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Soulmate AU where the first words you hear your soulmate say is inked on your wrist "Dad?" The dark-haired male looked over from his desk, at his child who was standing in the doorway. He turned in his swivel chair holding his arms out towards his child, who stumbled towards him, and he lifted them on his lap, looking down at the infant who began to play with the watch that covered the words on his wrist. "How did you meet mom? What were the first words you heard her say? I know yours was just 'what.'" The child smiled up at their father. "But I don't know what happened or why. So how come you said that?" Akaashi's eyes widened, and the m

"Papa?" In response the male hummed to his child's voice. He looked up from the book he was reading, gazing into the (e/c) hues that his child had inherited from their mother- his wife. They even had her smile, her mischievous personality, and- "How did you and mama meet?" He froze and he heard the footsteps of his wife approaching. He locked eyes with her, the fear evident in his expression. She tilted her head in confusion, about to open her mouth to speak. "Mama, how did you and papa meet?" And almost instantaneously her expression mirrored that of her spouse. A bored male sat alone in his car, tapping his finger against the wheel to

"He says for you to come out," Yukie Shirofuku, one of Fukurodani's other managers informed you through the door of the bathroom stall. "I can't. I'm too embarrassed. Tell him to go enjoy the party himself. It's not as if he was the one that did anything wrong," you muttered from your current hiding place. You could hear Yukie-chan sigh and then grumble something under her breath before exiting the girls' restroom again. Leaning your forehead against the stall door, you squeaked out a very quiet scream. You could kill Bokuto right now. Him and his big mouth. You hadn't realized he was right behind you in line at the buffet. He was being un

Tooru Oikawa was laying on his back on his couch, staring vacantly at the ceiling. He was thinking of a certain someone again; about the way you moved your fingers to gently soothe your neck after sitting at your desk all day, the way you laughed when you thought no one was looking that charmed him so, and most of all, the way you couldn't be bothered to put up with the showy side of him. Only a few of his closest friends saw through that façade of his, but you had been able to spot it from the start. He liked it. No. He loved that about you. True. At first, he had hated that about you. It was too much like himself. He didn't like not

iwaizumi hajime x f!reader warning: there's like one dick joke that's literally it -/- and honestly, when that day comes, you think it's going to be beautiful. -/- She thinks that when the day comes, it will be absolutely beautiful. The slats of the window blinds will be angled just right, the golden rays of sun filtering through and illuminating the room with new purpose. The air and fine particles of dust will march anew, their tiny heads held high as they stomp across the expanse of the universe with newfound resolve. She'll find him, maybe lounging in the courtyard waiting for her. She'll look at him straight in the eyes and release