love rendezvous (星間飛行ラヴランデヴー, rabu randebū) is kirara hoshi’s innate technique. it allows them to mark cursed energy with a star from the southern cross constellation. in order for something marked with one star to approach another, it must follow a determined route or else targets with the same star will attract it. the order follows the stars from nearest to furthest distance to the earth: ★ imai, ★ acrux, ★ mimosa, ★ ginan, and ★ gacrux.
HI!! stellar i’m so glad you’ve gotten into mha because it truly is. Something and all the fic/fic ideas you’ve put out truly never miss 🙂↕️
i’ve been so busy with my exams (??) don’t know what to call them but i just have been studying 24/7 and haven’t had time for fic writing… i’m starting to lose my motivation to write anything (okay but realistically i will find something to write about; likely demon slayer)
how have you been!! I know you’re super busy lately so thanks for the welcome back ❤️
ʚ♡ɞ synopsis how the aot men take care of you
when you're sick
ʚ♡ɞ wc 663
ʚ♡ɞ feat. e. jaeger, l. ackerman a. arlert,
j. kirstein, r. braun, p. galliard
ʚ♡ɞ eren jaeger エレン・イェーガー
tries so hard to take care of you, he really does. but one thing’s for sure - he can’t cook for shit and has absolutely no idea how to take care of another human being (since he rarely gets sick himself)
googles your symptoms, inadvertently stressing you out
“you coughed, like, three times in a row… i think you might have pneumonia”
makes sure you hydrate well, and is literally at your beck and call the whole time, tending to your every need to make sure you get well as soon as possible
he hates seeing you in pain, after all
ʚ♡ɞ levi ackerman リヴァイ・アッカーマン
honestly? the best possible caretaker you could ask for
first thing he does is put on a mask and disinfect every surface you might have come into contact with. (if he owned a hazmat suit, he would wear it.)
makes you herbal teas or warm broth and gives you your meds regularly on the dot like a strict nurse
he’s not one to express his love for you verbally, but you’ll wake up to your favourite book on the nightstand, or your favourite meal on the dining table as you stumble out of your bedroom in a daze, still wrapped in your warm blanket
"better not complain about how you can't taste anything. would you rather have hypertension?"
ʚ♡ɞ jean kirstein ジャン・キルシュタイン
complains a lot in the beginning (“i told you it was going to be cold out, and you still insisted you didn’t need a jacket! when are you going to learn?”) of course he says this while tucking you in and tenderly brushing your hair out of your face
actually enjoys taking care of you and spoils you rotten - hot, comforting meals, massages, and your favourite movies that he normally refuses to watch, but he’ll make an exception this time
tries to be cool about it but his heart melts when you smile up at him and say thank you in that hoarse but still sweet voice of yours (what a big softie…)
"it's insane how pretty you look even when you're sick"
ʚ♡ɞ armin arlert アルミン・アルレルト
is an absolute administrative machine. he wakes up at the crack of dawn to switch off all your morning alarms, and calls in sick on your behalf.
when you wake up (around noon), he’s sitting by your bedside reading a book, whispering a gentle “good morning” to you
not the best at cooking, but he makes you soup and frankly, the love he put into it is more than enough to make you feel better instantly
takes your temperature when you’re asleep, making sure not to wake you
“right now, you need rest. don’t worry, love, i’ve got everything covered.”
ʚ♡ɞ reiner braun ライナー・ブラウン
this man runs hot all the time, so you know his cuddles are the absolute best. you wake up to a pair of strong arms around you, enveloping you in a comforting warmth
carries you everywhere without question (putting his muscles to good use)
moves all his work to your room, not letting you out of his sight for even a second - that’s how precious you are to him
gives death stares to the neighbours’ kids when they make too much noise playing in the yard
“you’ll get sick too if you stay here like this!” “don’ care… jus’ wanna be here with you”
ʚ♡ɞ porco galliard ポルコ・ガリアード
panics when you cough too hard, though he tries to hide it. he sits at the foot of your bed scrolling on his phone while glancing at you every 30 seconds
grumbles about you getting germs on him but dutifully stays by your side the whole time anyway
calls pieck for some much-needed advice (like eren, he does not know how to take care of a whole other person)
if you say thank you or show appreciation in any way or form, he gets all flustered immediately
from now on i’ll be on an indefinite hiatus (as if i haven’t already been on one lmao)
the past week has been very very busy but also very very good to me, and i basically haven’t touched dc and tumblr in about four days. honestly i’ve never felt more relieved and relaxed? i was comforted by the lack of constantly feeling like i need to post
and i hope you’re proud of me because last night i took a look at the 3.7k jean fic sitting in my drafts (and i’ve been dying to finish and post it, btw) but i decided now’s not a good time to work on it and it will finish itself when the time is right
that + the loss of sirhamburrger has just made me realise i’m becoming more and more of a passive fandom member and that’s okay. it took a lot of courage to even become a fic writer and that’ll always be a part of myself i’m proud of, but i realised it’s fine to step back as well
i just wanted to say thanks to the people still liking my old work because you’re the only reason i may ever come back to this hellsite, that and the fact that i have a dream of someday becoming someone’s favourite fic writer :)
so now you might be thinking shortest hiatus ever right
i'm still occasionally working on content but my interactions on tumblr and discord will probably be quite limited (and it is at this point i would like to apologise to everyone who's tagged me in fics/tag games)
if you leave comments or rb my stuff i'll be eternally grateful But. quietly so
airport pickup (y. isagi x foreign exchange buddy!reader)
wc: 0.6k
tags/cw: f!reader, can be read as pre-bllk isagi (still losersagi)
a/n: mostly inspired by isagi's travels in the latest chapters + exchange students my friends hosted back in hs (maddie @3p1logu3 we havent talked in a bit but i hope you like this)
yoichi is absolutely ecstatic when he’s selected for his school’s foreign exchange program (he’s never gone anywhere further than okinawa). he feels like he’s floating through his days, a little starstruck by the idea that someone is actually coming to his country, his house, to live with him for two whole weeks.
his english isn’t exactly the best, but he throws himself into studying anyway, cramming vocabulary lists and pronunciation videos into every spare moment. he even switches his phone’s language settings to english, which results in some mild chaos when he accidentally resets it entirely.
still, he’s determined. he wants to make a good impression.
so when the big day finally comes, he decides to meet you at the airport himself. he polishes his sneakers the night before and gets there an hour early, just in case. but your flight ends up delayed by two hours. not that he minds too much.
he spends the time nervously scrolling through soccer news, his headphones in, eyes occasionally flicking to the arrival screens. he watches the world cup livestream to distract himself, trying not to think too hard about what you’ll be like. he doesn’t even remember your name off the top of his head. he’s sure he looked once, but it slipped right out of his brain somewhere between past participles and irregular verbs.
then suddenly -
“hey!” he feels a light tap on his shoulder. “you’re yoichi, right? my exchange partner?”
his heart practically jumps out of his chest. he whirls around so fast his phone nearly goes flying. and standing there - right there, in front of him - is you.
and the only thought echoing through his brain, english vocabulary forgotten, is -
pretty girl.
he hadn’t expected this. not at all. not the way your smile curves up so easily or the way your eyes meet his without hesitation. you’ve got a small backpack slung over one shoulder and a suitcase rolling behind you, and you look completely unfazed by the hours-long flight. he, on the other hand, feels like he’s just been hit by a freight train of panic and hormones.
“h-hi,” he stammers, suddenly very aware of how sweaty his palms are. “it’s really great to meet you. your accent is very good.”
your laugh - light and warm - makes something flutter in his chest. it’s a sound he finds he could be addicted to already, rather embarrasingly. “you can be honest, yoichi! i’ve still got a long way to go.”
you glance down at his phone screen, where the livestream is still running. then your gaze shifts to the small collection of soccer keychains swinging from his bag.
“oh, do you like soccer?”
he exhales in relief. a safe topic. finally. “yeah. i play for my school’s soccer team.”
your eyes light up. “will i get to watch you play while i’m here?”
he nods, trying to play it cool even though he’s sure his face is still a hundred shades of red. “yeah, we have practice every other day, and there’s a big game on saturday. you could come watch, if… if you want. b-but only if you want.”
he cringes internally. smooth, yoichi. real smooth.
“i’ll be there!” you smile sweetly, then go on to talk about how excited you are to meet his friends and family. or something along those lines. admittedly, he’s too focused on how your lips move to focus on what you’re actually saying.
the second your back is turned, he groans internally and runs a palm down his flushed face. it’s not even been five minutes, and he already knows one thing with absolute certainty: he’s completely and hopelessly done for. and it’s all your fault.
from now on i’ll be on an indefinite hiatus (as if i haven’t already been on one lmao)
the past week has been very very busy but also very very good to me, and i basically haven’t touched dc and tumblr in about four days. honestly i’ve never felt more relieved and relaxed? i was comforted by the lack of constantly feeling like i need to post
and i hope you’re proud of me because last night i took a look at the 3.7k jean fic sitting in my drafts (and i’ve been dying to finish and post it, btw) but i decided now’s not a good time to work on it and it will finish itself when the time is right
that + the loss of sirhamburrger has just made me realise i’m becoming more and more of a passive fandom member and that’s okay. it took a lot of courage to even become a fic writer and that’ll always be a part of myself i’m proud of, but i realised it’s fine to step back as well
i just wanted to say thanks to the people still liking my old work because you’re the only reason i may ever come back to this hellsite, that and the fact that i have a dream of someday becoming someone’s favourite fic writer :)
REINER BRAUN, ANNIE LEONHART, BERTHOLDT HOOVER, PIECK FINGER and PORCO GALLIARD ; aka the cast of 'warriors' ; aka best friends who grew up in the industry ; aka five single people on the midst/verge of an identity crisis
⌞▹⌝ SYNOPSIS: they're on two different sides of that clapper board. the best love stories have been built on less, though.
⌞▹⌝ TAGS/CW: actor!reiner x director!reader; written + smau; use of 'y/n' only in smau portions; this is about the la entertainment scene even though i've never been and my only references are smosh and dropout; this is just all my hyperfixations rolled into one fic
⌞▹⌝ PLAYLIST: dropping soon
CHARACTER INTROS:
⌞▹⌝ mental illness squad
⌞▹⌝ control freaks
⌞▹⌝ dumb brunettes + niccolo
⌞▹⌝ broadgays/theys
