GUYSS, are these still any Haikyuu fans out there? Iâm going back to my roots bc Iâm seeing so many edits and itâs lowkey making me really sad that Iâm no longer in the fandom đ.
I want to do some short one-shots w/ the Haikyuu characters (just fluff and comedy plzz). had like, the biggest crush on Ushijima and Shirabu and Terushima.
would you ever consider finishing ur under the mask avatar fanfic?đ I read it not knowing it only had one chapter and Iâm heartbroken (no pressure obvi itâs ur fanfic after all)
When youâre hungry and remember the line cook has a crush on you.
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You make your way to the back, rush hour finally slowing down enough for you to decompress.
âSimon?!â You call out, his response immediate.
âYes, love?â He inquires, poking his head around the corner.
Youâre a bit shy about it, but your stomach protest louder than you think as he eyes your middle before dragging lidded eyes back up to yours.
âCould you make me a sandwich, please?â
He silently nods, turning back to the sizzling stove, your sandwich the only thing on his mind. The others before could wait, his favorite waiter was hungryâŠ
Been reading a good few poly!141 A.O.B fics, and this may be my own trauma speaking, but I need a fic with poly!141 getting a new team member who seems like an alpha, and a nasty one at that. Damn near feral. Having to be muzzled all the time to try and keep their aggression in check. Their scent like harsh smoke and something tart. It's something that curls the boy's hair and makes them feel ill when they're stuck smelling it for too long.
Feral (the not so funny codename given to the soldier for obvious reasons. Meant more as a warning sign, a disclaimer, a chance to avoid, rather than some fun name meant to lightly poke fun) has been passed around from agency to agency. From one team to another. Like a dog that is constantly being sent back to the pound. There's this look in their eyes that tells you that they are ready to snap their teeth at anyone who places their fingers too close. Feral who has blood that is caked in the lines of their hands. Feral who intimidates betas and omegas by just being in the same room. Feral who's a terrifying alpha.
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One thing though to note though.
Feral isn't an alpha. The smell of smoke and sourness isn't their actual scent, though it's been so long since they've smelt like themselves that Feral can't even remember what their base scent smells like anymore. No. Feral isn't some overly aggressive alpha that has been rumored to have ripped enemies' throats out with their teeth. Instead they're an omega, one that has learned that to stay alive, they've gotta slaughter those who may cause them harm. They refuse to be killed. They refuse to feel their life almost slipping from them again.
University + sorority/frat au! PJO w/ Luke Castellan.
Sorority President! Reader x Frat President! Luke Castellan where itâs a tradition for them to organise blind dates for their sisterhood/brotherhood for Valentineâs Day.
You and Luke know each other relatively well, growing up in the same neighbourhood and surrounded by a similar group of friends. So itâs no surprise when the two of you take a five hour meeting handpicking the perfect pairs.
You were under the impression that youâd pick a random guy off the street and go out with him on Valentineâs Day but your sorority and Lukeâs frat has other plans.
Once you finish revealing all the blind date pairs, you fold up your list and step down from the chair. Itâs then that your vice-president snatches the microphone from you.
âWe actually have one more pair. Itâs our very own President, Y/N L/N, and Luke Castellan!â She exclaims.
Neither you nor Luke knew about their little plan to get the two of you together but youâre glad it happened. That night, Luke blurted out his long-held feelings for you.
Do yâall want individual oneshots of how you met each of them?
Notes: reader has piercings (ear lobes and navel piercing + gets a tongue piercing), reader has tattoos (tramp stamp + shoulder)
Princess treatment⊠only the best for their sweetheart.
- Thereâs nothing these four men wonât do for you. Oh, you want more clothes? Price is already contacting a high-end boutique. Youâre favourite YSL heels broke? No worries, Kyle has a back-up pair. You want a tongue piercing to match your navel one? Jonny is already making the appointment. You want a specific type of lobster thatâs only found in a foreign country? Simon somehow has it on hand.
- The day you decided to get tattoos is the day Simon stopped functioning. He had his fair share of ink plastered on his skin but he can never look away from that damn tramp stamp on your lower back. Itâs hard to concentrate when you stretch and your shirt rides up, giving him a clear view of the taunting tattoo
- Itâs no secret that everybody is jealous of your relationship with your boys and vice versa. Youâve seen women eyeing your lovers, attracted to their muscles and tall height
- Trips to the mall are your favourite thing in life. They always have been. It gets better when your lovers start accompanying you. Youâre on the phone, rattling to your friend about her unhealthy relationship with her boyfriend
âI donât see the appeal in him anymore, Miae. I mean, heâs like, a total jerk.â You pause to take a sip from your iced tea, âHe doesnât even treat you with respect. Thatâs like, the first rule of being a boyfriend! On top of that, his cologne reeks. I literally drown in it every time Iâm near him!â
- You best believe your boyfriends are trailing behind you, secretly listening to the conversation and agreeing that Miae should breakup with whoever this guy was
- Youâre carrying multiple shopping bags as you stride forward, people subconsciously making a path for you. You look a spoiled heiress with four large bodyguards towering over everybody
- Price, Kyle, and Simon arenât usually interested in gossip but when they hear about your gossip nights with Jonny, they have to join. They end up listening to you rant about a rather sticky situation your friend is in and when they see you next, they always ask for updates
- Online shopping is a must. What kind of girl would you be if you werenât debating whether to buy that skirt or not?
- Your apartment has always been⊠messy. You never find the motivation to clean it and even if you do, you get overwhelmed quickly. Gaz intervenes most of the time, cleaning it for you. He cooks too. And bakes. Anything to see a pretty smile on your face
- Of course, Price bought you the apartment. It was the best (and biggest) one for sale
- All four men have a soft spot for you, doing things they usually wouldnât just to hear your laugh. And they are the masters of cheering you up when youâre on your period
- If anyone dares flirt with you, itâs over for them. Itâs an unspoken rule within the city that you belong to the TF 141 mafia
- The four men love seeing you dolled up. Most of the time, youâre wearing items theyâve bought you. You treat the Dior bag Simon gifted you like a damn puppy
- You are their whole world and you know what they say; âhappy wife, happy lifeâ. Sure, you arenât married yet but itâs bound to happen soon. Your friend swore they spotted Price and Simon looking at rings
- Anything you want, you get, which includes new nails. Price adores paying for your nail appointments. The sight of you staring down at your decorative nails in awe when you think he isnât watching is adorable
- Johnny isnât so innocent. Yeah, the nails look good but they feel even better being raked down his back
- Kyle is the one surprising you with flowers. You once returned to your apartment only to find it overtaken by nature. He even leaves cute little notes in hidden spots
- Simon is⊠Simon. Heâs not doing outwardly romantic gestures, choosing to keep it behind closed doors. His way of showing his love to you in public is keeping you close, a strong arm wrapped around your waist. Sometimes he lets you sit on his lap, his leg bouncing as a way to preoccupy himself while you scroll through celebrity drama
- Theyâll be damned if they let someone else sweep you off your feet. Itâs not like youâd leave willingly anyway. They spoil you too good and you feel too safe in their arms to even think of leaving
Hear me out⊠Prince! Simon Riley who is fully capable of defending himself against threats but a posh life like his can sometimes get boring. Hence why he hires you, an ex-soldier (one of the finest in your battalion and one of the only females) with a general father, as his bodyguard.
He really doesnât need one⊠but heâs seen you in the town square. It doesnât matter what youâre doing, whether youâre simply buying groceries in a cute summer dress or drenched in sweat as you train, he still thinks youâre beautiful.
Simon Riley has a thing for you, his kingdomâs prized possession because you are as stunning as you are talented at fighting. The only problem is⊠he was never taught how to properly flirt.
Getting you to accept his offer of becoming his bodyguard was easy⊠but he honestly didnât think past that.
Price has perfected the art of wrapping Christmas presents and although he loves you with all his heart⊠he canât say the same about you. Itâs easy to tell who wrapped whose gift based on whether the paper is neat or scrunched up.
Youâve never had the talent for gift wrapping, choosing to fold the paper in random directions instead. As long as it covers the gift itself, itâs good enough.
You know Price hates your wrapping technique so itâs no surprise that you find him downstairs on Christmas Eve, frantically rewrapping your gifts.
âJohn, honey, couldnât this wait until tomorrow?â You rub your eyes as you stop at the top of the stairs. You see Price freeze before he slowly turns his head to face you.
âJohn? Never heard of him. Iâm⊠Santa Claus?â
You send him a deadpan look. âJohn, get your ass back in bed now. I need something to hug.â You retreat back to your shared bed, waiting for your husband.
It takes him two minutes to rush back into the room, peel off his shirt, and climb back under the covers.
Peaceful silence engulfs the room until Price parts his lips. âAre you sure you donât want to take that gift wrapping class?â He utters. You lightly slap his shoulder in response.
Simon Riley - decorating the tree and car
Simon has always preferred a more quiet atmosphere where he can tend to his thoughts. He knows how much you adore Christmas so he tries his best to enjoy the holiday without feeling overwhelmed. You quickly realized that Simon hated stepping out of his comfort zone, hence why you suggested Christmas activities that catered towards his silent personality.
This included decorating the tree. Simon was at peace for once as the fire crackled in the background while he effortlessly lifted you up, allowing you to place a few ornaments at the top of the tree.
He liked minimalistic designs, not a huge fan of chaos like Jonny was. Thatâs why your tree only had ornaments that represented a particular moment. There was a red jewelled sphere that Simon had bought for you two years ago and a small framed picture of the two of you cuddled up on a couch (taken by Kyle).
Strangely enough, Simon yearned to decorate something else after the tree was complete. Thus, he moved onto the car.
John (Johnny) Mctavish - building an army of snow men
Between decorating every surface of your shared house and having an endless supply of nutmeg, Johnnyâs favourite activity is building snowmen. Or rather, snow creatures. He is the epitome of âdo you wanna build a snowman?â. In fact, youâre sure heâs blasted that song enough during a cold winter day that itâll be on his Spotify wrapped.
Sometimes Johnny creates cute snow sculptures, like the adorable bear you were sitting beside that almost felt like a pet. Other times, heâs building questionable ones. You watch as Johnny wraps a scarf around his newly made (and rather lopsided) snowman.
âJohnny, love, what is that?â You call out as you absentmindedly pick up a handful of snow.
Johnny grins as he sticks a carrot in the middle of its face, proudly showing you his newest snowman. âIt looks like Simon, donât you think?â
If you squint enough and tilt your head at a specific angle, the snowman doesnât look as goofy. âSure, whatever floats your boat.â You offer Johnny a reassuring smile to hide the fact that the snowman does not resemble Simon Riley in any way.
Kyle Garrick - baking
One thing Kyle loves more than eating your Christmas cookies is helping you make them. He has a soft spot for seeing you in an apron and focused on mixing the dough.
âKyle, can you find the cookie cutters for me?â You ask, blinking up at him innocently. He sends you a charming grin, immediately opening every drawer he can get his hands on.
It takes him half an hour to actually find the cookie cutters and by then, youâre done with the dough.
âTook you long enough.â You laugh at him, pinching his muscled bicep. Kyle finds joy in using the cookie cutters to create different shapes; trees, snowflakes, reindeer. But his absolute favourite part is decorating.
He has a knack for adding too many sprinkles, leaving little to no cookie left. Nevertheless, when you plate the treats, you make sure to put his creations in the middle.
âThey look cute, love.â You say as you softly kiss his nose. He knows youâre lying but he doesnât really care, not when your hands are running through his hair and youâre peppering his face with smooches.
You know Johnny more than you know yourself which is why you only grin when he offers you all the cash on his wallet if you beat him at an arm wrestling match.
Youâre strong but you arenât SAS soldier strong. Yo watch as Johnny slams a wad of cash onto the marble countertop, outstretching his arm with a coy grin.
âUp for the challenge, lass?â The light reflects off his white teeth, watching your every move with hawk-like eyes.
You shrug. âSure. Letâs do it.â You clasp your hand with his, gripping it tightly. It takes you a split second to unzip your hoodie and the moment Johnnyâs eyes flicker down, you push his arm to the side.
His hand hits the countertop with a loud thud while you victoriously grin, gathering up your reward. âBetter luck next time, Johnny.â You utter, feigning a pitying look.
âAy! Thatâs not fair, Bonnie! I wanâ a rematch! Come back âere!â Johnny shouts as you walk away, small laughs slipping past your lips.
Hey, I just wanted to drop by and say how much I appreciate all of your work so far, especially your "file loading" fic! Honestly, fanfiction is and should be about creativity, passion, and funânot following some strict "guidelines" or pleasing nitpicky readers who think fanfics should mirror reality or professional publications. The way you bring characters and scenarios to life in your writing is yours, and thatâs what makes it special.
Iâm sorry you got that harsh message; no one deserves to be spoken to like that. Remember, your audience consists of people like me, who read and enjoy your work for what it isânot for how "perfectly" it aligns with someoneâs personal expectations. You're doing amazing, and I hope you keep creating stories that make you happy.
Sending you lots of positive vibes! đ
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Thank you đ. Glad someone enjoys that fanfic because Iâm all honesty, the idea was thought and written right after exams where my brain was fired and it was 1 am đ.
loved all your works, that anon is something else honestly!
idk why people bother so much and why theyâre sooooo rude over some fanfics lol
keep up!!
Thank you :). They make some good points but the way they presented it was kind of rude in my opinion. But yes, I didnât really understand why they were getting so worked up over a fanfic. Itâs not going to mirror reality.
