once upon a dream

[folklore]

 ALADDIN
 BEAUTY & THE BEAST
 HERCULES
 LADY & THE TRAMP
 THE LITTLE MERMAID
 NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS
 TANGLED

DISNEY AUPALOOZA 

aka sisi and snow have no lives and too many sports.

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like I have a variety of faces at all

[tolerator]

[ Though Akaashi had no idea what to do with Bokuto when they first met, it didn't take nearly as long as he expected for him to adapt. To understand how to manage his moods. To just welcome him into his life without question, no matter what anyone else thought of it. Bokuto is a bad influence. Bokuto will drag him down.

Bokuto makes him actually feel alive. The monotony of his life was completely flipped on its head the moment that he'd decided to approach him, and his world feels like it's finally full of color. There's no way that he would change anything about the way things are, now, save for removing the factor that is his parents' meddling. Though they aren't... officially anything more than close friends, Akaashi has had serious thoughts about eloping recently. But that would mean that Bokuto would have to reciprocate those feelings, and while he's fantastic at reading his moods, he's affectionate with everyone that he considers a friend.

He doesn't know if the affection he shows Kuroo - who has gone off to get their things - is different from the affection that he's given.

As Bokuto practically drops on him, he braces for his weight easily, wrapping his arms around his barrel chest and digging his fingers into the back of his shirt. It's a far more desperate hug than normal, from both ends, and a part of Akaashi thinks this gives him a decent answer about their feelings. ] I'm sorry I didn't come sooner. If I had known last night, I would have come then.

but he's so beautiful

[deflates]

[ the story here is that affection isn't always that different for bokuto. sure, he loves kuroo, loves him with every inch of his heart and has definitely made out with him a couple of times, but that feels like something entirely different than akaashi keiji. akaashi is a kotatsu on a miserably cold day, the kind of warmth that fills him up from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head. and yeah, bokuto's really really (really) not good with his feelings--at all. he barely notices he has them most of the time, but even he knows that something about akaashi is just Different.

losing him in any way would hurt so much; losing him because of his own fuck up would be even worse.

it would seriously take a crowbar to pull bokuto away from akaashi. literally, metaphorically, what have you. he will fight tooth and nail to keep him, keep seeing him, keep making him smile that warm, perfect ethereal smile he gets every now and then that makes bokuto want to start--doing backflips or something, it's that powerful. when he does let go, after a solid few seconds, a muttered "no, it's okay, shut up", bokuto pauses.

and that's when he sees his face. ] Akaashi--[ the look on bokuto's face goes from nothing to thunder in about three seconds. ] Who--what--I'll kick their asses, what, are you okay?!

[ not something to be yelling in a police station bokuto ]

and bokuto is... goofy and handsome in spades

[tolerator]

[ Maybe, just maybe, Akaashi should have thought about covering up his face before he came to the police station. He's learned how to cover the marks he gets from his mother slapping him by now, but he just... he didn't think about it. He couldn't think of anything except Bokuto, going to him, seeing him, getting him out before his parents bribed someone into sending him away. Now that he's got him in his life, he can't picture it without him.

Well, he can. But he'd rather not think about it, or arranged marriages, pristine parties that don't matter except for social gain and the flaunting of wealth.

He looks down and aside, away from Bokuto, heaving a sigh. But without looking, he brings his hand up, gently placing his fingertips against Bokuto's lips to quiet him. It's definitely not something they want the police to be hearing, especially when they're split in two on whether they like their frequent guest or not. ]

Don't worry about it, Bokuto-san. It's fine. [ It was worth it, is what it sounds like he's saying. And as he looks back up at him - Bokuto is not that much taller than him, a handful of centimeters at best, but he's always just so much bigger when he's riled up - there's still a spark, like a fight just waiting to happen, in all that quiet stoicism. ]

something like that.

[deflates]

[ bokuto's concern is loud, just like the rest of him, and he grabs onto akaashi's cheeks to inspect his face a little closer, but despite what you'd expect, his hold is gentle. it's because of how gentle he wants to be with akaashi, how fragile and perfect and beautiful he is. this kind of touch is new between them, a level of intimacy that they've never really achieved, and bokuto's eyes are a golden storm as he tracks his thumb over the spot, eyebrows knitted together, mouth a little open as the anger clouds over his face. ]

I swear, I'll-- [ but. akaashi puts his fingers over his mouth and he pauses, snapping his jaw shut and looks frustrated, lips drawn into a line as it's not just the motion that quiets him, but the fire in akaashi's voice. the passion and warmth and all of these things that bokuto riles in him. he wonders how everyone in the world is not fucking head over heels for akaashi keiji, because it's impossible not to be, when you get to see this side of him. get to know what he's about, what makes him tick. what he wants versus what his parents want.

(but, bokuto doesn't want to share those feelings with anyone. his own are loud and obnoxious and there, but the idea of saying them makes him want to vomit, so he doesn't; he just hopes the rest of the world won't wise up fast enough to how perfect akaashi is. if they do, well, bokuto can make a pretty decent attack dog--unless akaashi would be happy that way. though he likes not to think about that. talk about something that makes him want to vomit.)

he strokes his thumb over his cheek one last time, before pulling away and reaching up to wipe at his mouth. ] Keh... Let's just go.

something very like that

[tolerator]

[ Rather than flinch away, Akaashi simply lets Bokuto take hold of his face. He looks up at him calmly, but there's that fire there just as much as there's a fondness for the man standing in front of him. The touch, honestly, sends goosebumps across his skin, and he tilts into it a little bit without really thinking about it. Bokuto's touch is not a rare experience, but this - this is different, and he wants to savor it.

So he does, as he calms him with his own gentle touch and easy words. Because he doesn't want Bokuto to be questioned again, to be put back in the drunk tank. He wants his passion and his energy and all that loud, exuberant life in him free. The idea of him being locked away somewhere, in worse ways than Keiji had been locked away before he met Bokuto, makes him feel ill. Bokuto Koutaro is the one who brought his own passion out, freed it. ]

Kuroo-san has probably left with your things by now. [ As Bokuto pulls away, he almost tries to follow after his hand. But he holds himself still, contenting himself with the lingering warmth against his cheek that doesn't come from the sting of his mother's slap.

Fidgeting with his fingers again, threading them together and twisting them in nervous, idle habit, he slowly tilts his head to look aside. Hopefully Bokuto just thinks he's looking off to the entrance. ] Could I come with you?

[deflates]

Geh--Kuroo! [ he's got a point--bokuto's head finally turns around from where he's been staring just a little too long at akaashi, and he realizes that kuroo has in fact left with their stuff. it's fine--they live together, him and kuroo and their little 'kitten' (who is probably asleep at home, completely unaware of what just happened) and he ends up just waving it off with a puffy 'feh!' noise, he takes a step back.

but, instead of admiring akaashi again, he catches his question, tilting his head. with the mark on his cheek, bokuto's not dumb enough to not know what must have gone down before he came here, and for a brief moment, he just softens, his mouth falling into a little frown and eyes melting, just a touch. ]

Yeah. [ yeah, of course. it lasts just a second before he brightens again, immediately throwing an arm companionably (companionably?) around akaashi's shoulders. ] Are you kidding, duh you can come with! You've gotta let me make you dinner or something since you bailed my ass out!

Hey, bye, mister cop! See you later maybe! [ please stop instigating, bokuto. he throws the policeman a huge grin over his shoulder and starts leading akaashi out into the warm night. ]

[tolerator]

[ A little twist of amusement curls the corners of Akaashi's mouth into the smallest of smiles as he watches Bokuto - it's hard not to crack them, every now and then. Most of the time he's a little exasperated with him and Kuroo both, but he still can't help it. Especially when their relationship rears its head. (Besides, he's pretty sure Kuroo left the way he did on purpose. He's been trying to hook them up from day one, and he's not even remotely oblivious to that fact.)

The look that Bokuto gives him, though, his eyes turn away again as if he's regarding the officers and station around them. Keeping an eye on things, as it were, when in reality he just can't stand to see that look on Bokuto's face. It's proof that he's far more perceptive than people give him credit for, but it just makes him think about how Bokuto knows what's happening, how his relationship with his parents is falling apart.

At least they move on pretty quickly, and Akaashi hooks his arm around Bokuto in return, hand between his shoulders. ]

Please stop instigating, Bokuto-san. [ He sighs the weariest of sighs, but then pats gently. ] That would be nice, though I would be happy enough to just go with you - you've never showed me where you and Kuroo-san and Kenma live, actually.