𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - wahh it’s here! can’t believe my brainrot of osamu teaching a cooking class turned into this long fic lol… i hope you enjoy it!! it was fun crafting the story with my beta readers and i put a lot of effort into it!!! itadakimasu <3
𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 - @forgetou @amjustagirl (muacks 2x) + tq to everyone who helped me with the banner!!
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 - you’re suna’s younger sibling, food, heartbreak, angst but happy ending, mentions of stabbing (joke), kita dances to ‘ice cream’ by selena gomez and blackpink, mentions of alcohol, mentions of blood (brief), suna beats (redacted) up
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 - miya osamu x gn!reader
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 - you fall in love with miya osamu once more, but you’re afraid of getting hurt again.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 5535
𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢
1. Cook the rice according to your rice cooker, then transfer the cooked rice to a separate bowl to cool it down.
“What ya want t’do is scorch the soy sauce.”
The class presses themselves against Osamu’s workbench as they scribble down notes on their recipe printouts. Their lips purse to ooh and aah at his cooking skills, though you’re pretty sure that they’re more interested in how his biceps flex when he flips the wok with a trained flick of the wrist.
You stand at the very edge of the group. It’s better than getting close with a group of hungry housewives, really. If grocery store and department mall sales have ever told you anything, it’s to never get in the way of what a seasoned housewife wants. Unfortunately for you, you haven’t learnt the way of being a homemaker just yet.
You’re unemployed, right in the middle of a month and a half-ish long transfer between jobs. You currently stay at your brother Suna’s place — which is really just an apartment filled with dirty laundry overflowing from its seams.
Warnings - mentions of previous break ups and angst
Oikawa - he showed up at your doorstep, in his practice clothes, soaked to the bone from the rain. He knelt on your front doorstep and promised you that he would completely give up volleyball if it would fix you two, if it would reassure you that the love his fans had for him was nothing compared to the love he had for you.
Daishou - he went back to her and couldn't stop thinking of you. He was reminiscing of a time he missed in high school and she was the reminder but it didn't feel right. Didn't hug right, kisses didn't feel right. He ended up leaving her before anything really happened, deleting all their shared photos. After a week of contemplating, he invited you out for a coffee and told you what happened, promising it would never be the same without you.
Kageyama - he got some sense talked into him massively. The rush of emotions he got when you told him you were leaving were too much for him to handle, finally coming to terms with how he felt about you. He asks you to come to his next game and, with the help of Hinata, hands you flowers outside the locker room and finally tells you how he felt. Tells you how he loved you so much his heart ached but he was scared of feeling so much at once - that he would be better now.
Tendou - when he came back to Japan to visit, you realise how much you had missed him. It was like nothing had even happened between you. He pulled you off to the side of the reunion party and apologised, he understood how much it would've hurt you to move so quickly. You apologising in turn for disappearing. After he told you he would be working part time, switching between the Japan and France branches, he asked if you could try again. Of course, you said yes.
Tsukishima - it was a week before he managed to get you alone, under the guise of picking up some stuff from your apartment. His hand cupped your chin, pulling your face closer to him. 'I'm sorry, I want to tell everyone about you but I'm scared they'll take you from me, I want to talk about you to anyone that will listen so please let me'. The soft fingers that were wiping away your tears felt oddly soft you couldn't help but fall back into him.
Sakusa - You came back to get your stuff and saw him laying on the sofa, surrounded by a mess that was unusual for him. Red rimmed eyes met yours when you walked in and he was immediately hugging you, holding you closer then he ever had. Muttering how sorry he was into your hair, you could feel tears hitting the top of your head and he finally pulled away to apologise, promising that he would be better for you and he was just stressed from volleyball. 'you deserve so much better but please, could we try?' seeing how much of a mess he was without you made you go back, it would be better now.
Asahi - You guys met eyes across a club, him sitting blank faced between an obviously drunk Daichi and Suga. You gestured to him and met up outside, him pushing you against the wall and looking in your eyes before kissing you. 'I'm so sorry y/n. I realise what i was doing I just- I didn't want to lose you but I should've trusted you more'. You interrupted by pulling him down into a kiss, the confidence you saw in him kissing you first was the first step to fixing what you had. He would never let his anxiety overcome his love and trust for you again and you promised to work on it together.
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A life in the limelight is a stroll down a slippery slope. One mistake, and you’re out.
After your fallout with Gojo two years ago after a night full of bad decisions and broken friendships throws your career off track, you cut off all ties with him, despite the fact that you had been his closest friend and his bandmate for all those years. You choose to retire and adopt a more peaceful and mellower life as an elementary school teacher. But the peace doesn’t last long, as Gojo Satoru, your ex-bandmate and the walking trouble magnet shows up at your door one day, with an extremely odd and unexpected request. You’re well aware of the fact that Gojo would never be desperate enough to bow down to anyone, so what reach out to you for help?? And will you risk regressing back into your own life and let all those painful repressed memories re-surface in the process of helping him?
If only Getou hadn’t left you behind that night, then things could’ve gone so differently, and perhaps less disastrously.
No matter how intricately built your house of cards is, all it takes is one single stroke to make it collapse, leaving behind nothing but chaos and disorder.
✧.* GENRE : Angst, eventual fluff, Idol AU, Singer/Music band AU, Non-Curse AU
✧.* WARNINGS : Mentions of past trauma such as sexual abuse (non descriptive), ghosting, alcohol consumption. The triggering portions have warnings before them, so you can skip them if you’d like.
✧.* A/N : This fic will initially have an element of ✨mystery✨ in it, but I promise things will fall into place and eventually make sense, just trust the process besties😉 Also, the writing format will include smau+written chapters!
✧.* TAGLIST (currently open, send an ask to be added!): @yakusobah @artemisnotfowl
✧.* CURRENT STATUS: ongoing
✧.* PLAYLIST (songs added with every new chapter!)
✧.* MEET THE CAST:
The stellar hoes || No thots club || Supporting cast
For an instance, Iwaizumi Hajime found you egging someone’s house at an ungodly hour of the night, a string of profanities leaving your lips. He had seen you in school pretty often, but no action of yours sparked his interest in you, that was, until the present moment occurred.
He didn’t know what to say when he saw you committing cursing like a sailor with an angelic smile on your face, as if the bitter words leaving your lips had no effect on you. You looked like a maniac, the sort that Iwaizumi would love to get more acquainted with.
“So, is egging houses at 2 am your part-time job?” He enquires with a subtle hint of mirth in the corners of his lips.
You stop in your tracks, turning on your heels to face him. Your face clearly read, ‘Don’t fuck with me in the middle of my egg-throwing arson-committing glory.’ You set down the basket of eggs in you held your hands, and wipe the beads of sweat off your forehead. “Fuck Oikawa Tooru,” you state these words in the same matter-of fact way in which a communist would state, “Fuck the capitalists.”
“I agree with you on that one, but what does that have to do with what you’re doing right now?” It keeps getting more and more difficult for him to decipher you, but he sure does like it.
“That fucking son of a bitch drew phallic symbols on my face while I dozed off in the class! How do I explain it to you how humiliating it was to wake up, only to see all my classmates laughing their asses off at the sight of me? And I don’t know what that godforsaken ink he used, that shit wouldn’t get off my face for the next two days, I had to skip school for him!” You rant breathlessly, your face growing increasingly more flushed with each syllable you utter.
“That’s rough, buddy.” Iwaizumi internally screams at himself for his poor and rather unempathetic choice of words (in this defense, Makki and Mattsun had bullied him into going on an Avatar marathon the previous day, he couldn’t think of anything else other than avatar references)
“Thanks, Prince Zuko wannabe.” You roll your eyes, picking up another egg to throw at Oikawa’s house (or what you supposed, was Oikawa’s house)
“So, your anger at Oikawa for drawing phallic symbols on your face made you throw eggs at the principal’s house? The math doesn’t really add up.” He says, scanning your face for a reaction.
Your eyes widen at the revelation. “The whose house now?”
“The principal’s, you heard it right.”
“This isn’t Oikawa’s house?”
Iwaizumi shakes his head, confirming your fear.
“What do I do now? They’ll suspend me if they-”
Iwaizumi cuts you off with a dismissive wave off his hands. “Come on now, no one saw you do this, did they? And I won’t tell if you don’t, so don’t sweat it. I’ll show you Oikawa’s house someday so you can go and egg it properly someday.”
“I suppose you’re right…but aren’t you Oikawa’s friend? I see you at the school pretty often, always sticking with that bitchass as if you’re joint at the hip with him.” You quirk your brows in askance.
He runs his hands through his hair, as the moonbeams light up his face, highlighting his jawline and cheekbones. He looks like a sculpture cut out of bronze, an Adonis of a man. He’s really pretty, you realize with a start. It’s a surprise, honestly, how people obsess over Oikawa when thisboy existed. Their lack of taste leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.
Well, that isn’t particularly bad for you. You won’t have to cross an ocean of obsessed fanboys and squealing fangirls just to merely interact with him, unlike Oikawa’s case, in which one had to cross the almost impenetrable Fortier of his fanclub before reaching him.
“Me being Tooru’s friend has nothing to do with the fact whether I’m a snitch or not.”
“I suppose so.”
He narrows his eyes. “You don’t trust my words.” Its not a question, and you’re well aware of that.
“I’m just very unnerved by this mishap I’ve caused, I’m sorry. I know you’re not the sort who will get into petty middle-school level snitching games.”
“Hmmm, I wonder how I can help you sooth your nerves.” He throws his hands over your shoulders, seemingly oblivious to the fact that his face was dangerously, temptingly close to yours, and your heart was a few beats away from having a stroke.
Kiss me then.
The words never make it past your tongue.
“What about sneaking into my place and having ramen? I could make some scrambled eggs too, if you haven’t wasted them all on bombing the principals house.” His hand feels stiff on your shoulder, and he can barely look you in the eye.
For all his big talk of being the confident one, he sure does get flustered easily.
“That’d be amazing.” Kissing can wait. Ramen, on the other hand, cannot.
The next day, when Iwaizumi heard the principal rant to some teachers about how some dimwit had egged his house, he shared a secret smile with you, his eyes glinting with an aura that said, “Your secret is safe with me.”
Love finds one in the oddest of ways.
Iwaizumi Hajime found love in a delinquent classmate, who egged the principal’s house and gorged on three packs instant ramen after sneaking into his house at 2am like a monster with an endless pit for a stomach.
You shared a secret with Iwaizumi Hajime, and you’d share many more with him in the years to come.
༊*·˚Synopsis: You try to bake a surprise for boom boy's birthday, only to fail miserably. Bakugou cant help you out with burnt cakes or ruined ovens, but after all these years of putting up with your antics, he does know how to comfort your dramatic ass. Followed by soft bakugo hours under the stars, when you teach him about constellations, and greek tragedies.
༊*·˚Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x gn!reader
༊*·˚Genre and warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, soft bakugo🥺, and swearing bc,,,its bakugo how can swearing not be involved🙄
༊*·˚A/N: This is kind-of a drabble/textfic? Idk what this is, I just wanted to roll out some bakubabe fluff for his birthday😐but tumblr was being a bitch and this didnt show up in the tags yesterday, so this is my second attempt to publish this🙄 anyways, its ✨bakugo loving hours✨ today! (i'll proofread this tomorrow bye😭) Reblogs will be highly appreciated!
ੈ✩‧₊˚Written partੈ✩‧₊˚
Bakugo steps into the kitchen, his eyes widening at the sight before him.
There’s a burnt (I mean really burnt) cake lying in the oven like an ancient artefact from some abandoned civilization, boxes of sugar powder, chilli flakes(?) and cocoa poweder lie sprawled on the floor. And on top of this terrible mess, you’re slumped against the kitchen counter, your face flush with frustration and anger, your eyes slightly bloodshot (probably a result of the sobbing bakugo had been hearing a few moments ago).
“Oi, dumbass, c’mere.” He extends his hands towards you, gesturing you to embrace him.
“No, I gotta clean this up , and you need to get ready, your manager will call you for the press meeti-”
“I’m gonna blast your ass out of his window if you don’t cuddle with me right now,” he says nonchalantly, his cheeks slightly puffing up in annoyance, “cleaning can wait.”
You look at him, adoring his ruby red eyes and tousled blonde hair. His trackpants were riding low on his waist, while his shirt was lifted up slightly, exposing a small part of his sculpted figure.
He looked like an angry pomeranian, albeit a rather hot one.
“Fine, but if the kitchen floor is covered with ants by the morning, its on you.”
“I’ll burn them up.”
“Katsuki no-“
“Katsuki yes-” he says, seizing you by the arms, pulling you into his chest.
“Lets go to the roof, dumbass.”
(・❥・5 banter-filled minutes later)
“I can’t believe you don’t know about any of the constellations, Katsuki!”
“Hmph.” He frowns. “I wasn’t into that sappy shit until you came along.”
Your eyes soften. You’re lying in his arms, the warm spring air blowing across your skin as you look up at the stars. The stars look prettier when they’re reflected in this eyes, you muse.
“Look, that’s Lyra.” You fingers point towards a spot in the sky, where a polygon shaped constellation could be seen. “It looks like a sort of a rhombus with a triangle at its end.” Your fingers trace the outline of the constellation in the air, trying to help him picture it.
“What’s special about it?” He asks you, his brows furrowed in concentration as he tries to spot the constellation.
“Its said to represent the lyre of Orpheus, you know the story of Orpheus and Eurydice, right?”
“I think mom told me about it when I was little. Anyways, its going to be better to hear it from you.”
You chuckle. He's probably never heard of those names before, but he’s too proud to admit it.
You start narrating the tragedy of the lovestruck pair, Orpheus and Eurydice, to him. You tell him about their love that even the gods were in awe of, about the heart wrenching way death took away Eurydice from her lover on their wedding day, about Orpheus’s half successful attempt to resucue her from the cold, dark clutches of underworld.
At the end, when you finish your narration and look up at him, his eyes are glossed over, lips slightly trembling.
“Suki?” You sit up, concern flashing across your face. “Honey, you okay?” You softly cup his face, trying to make him meet your eyes.
He composes himself, his eyes no longer moist, and looks at you. “Such a fucking dumbass, Y/N. This is the saddest shit I’ve heard in a while.”
There’s a moment of pregnant silence between you, and then, he looks at you with distant look in his eyes. “You’re not going anywhere, are you?”
“I’m not! How could I even dream of leaving lord explosion murder?”
He smiles. One of those rare, genuine smiles that flashed across his face once in a blue moon. “Right, you’re not going anywhere. And that Orpheus was a fucking wimp, I would’ve beat the shit outta Hades and blasted the crap outta the underworld until they gave my lover back.”
You chuckle softly, running your fingers through his tousled hair. “Of course you would.”
The grandfather clock in your dining room strikes twelve (ironically enough, he despised such loud things, but you were a sucker for anything with a vintage aesthetic, hence, the clock.)
You brush your lips against his, savouring the feeling of his hot breath fanning across your face.
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Hi I'm legitimately so fucking sick and tired seeing next to NOTHING on my dashboard about this. Include Palestine in your fucking activism goddammit.
Now excuse me if I sound a tad bit heated, but as an Arab/North African who grew up with many Palestinian friends that I consider family at this point, I hope you understand me when I say: Everyone who sees this, whoever you may be, mutual or not, and doesn't reblog or at least look at the links provided for whatever the fuck reason, if I was able to tell who you are, just know I fucking hate you.
your palms were sweaty as you adjusted your slacks, making sure the pleats were where they should be with not a wrinkle in sight. you wanted to look professional and put together, at least on the outside, because you knew you were actually about .2 seconds away from falling apart.
your palms were sweaty as you adjusted your slacks, making sure the pleats were where they should be with not a wrinkle in sight. you wanted to look professional and put together, at least on the outside, because you knew you were actually about .2 seconds away from falling apart.
a quick glance to the boys at your sides notified you that they weren’t faring much better. atsumu kept fidgeting with his cufflinks, sakusa was so stiff you could knock him over with your pinky, kenma looked like he was about to pass out, bokuto was debating on squeezing under the table in front of you, kuroo was tapping a pattern on his pants (akeelah and the bee style), and akaashi kept reciting ominous poems under his breath.
the only people in the room who looked even remotely fine were osamu, oikawa, sugawara, daichi, and, surprisingly, yachi. osamu was munching on some peanuts that he pulled from... somewhere, while oikawa and sugawara were holding their own conversation by the window. daichi seemed to be minding his own business but you could never really get a proper read on him anyway.
well, you supposed yachi was okay because she knew what to expect. i mean, you were meeting her boss.
after you and kenma had posted your “exposing the hype(r) house” youtube video, an email had come to the both of you, inviting you to visit the “big boss” along with the rest of the crew.
you weren’t necessarily afraid of losing your job; the hype(r) house was already being dissolved and you were (finally!!!) getting to move in with makki and mattsun until you found your own place. you were genuinely excited to put the drama and literal hell behind you and begin to live your life again but...
that didn’t mean meeting the Man™ wasn’t terrifying. it was like being called into the principal’s office, complete with the existential dread and occasional bouts of gassiness.
the door opening made you flinch as you quickly moved out of the way to let the newcomers enter. while they walked past you, you couldn’t contain the shock that overtook your face, your jaw practically on the floor.
the man was massive.
built like a brick wall, the man who you assumed to be the “big boss,” had a chiseled jaw, broad shoulders, and massive fucking pecs, his white button up barely closing around them.
beside him stood a tall, lanky man who was dressed suspiciously un-office-like with a red buzz cut and wild eyes that seemed to cut into you as he took his place at the table.
the final man seemed a bit awkward in comparison to the other two, but he was trying to seem unaffected, his purple bowlcut, despite being rather juvenile, fitting perfectly with his slim but toned build and bright complexion.
yachi hurried to greet them, giving all three a blinding smile before motioning for everyone else to take a seat. you ended up between the redhead and atsumu, the former being way too entertained by just your general being. his eyes rarely, if ever, left your face sending shivers down your spine. the remaining members all hesitantly took their seats and “big boss” began.
“it is an honor to meet you all. i am ushijima wakatoshi but you can call me ushijima or wakatoshi or ushiwaka or toshijima or just ushi or just jima or just waka or just toshi.” for a moment you thought he was joking but his face never moved, not even with the awkward silence that followed. redhead seemed rather amused by the whole display and bowl cut looked like he was on the verge of spontaneously combusting.
it took an uncomfortably long moment for ushijima to proceed but he did as though nothing had happened. “these are my associates, satori—” redhead gave you a mischievous grin “—and tsutomu.”
“goshiki,” bowl cut interrupted, his voice wavering but his eyes gleaming with righteous indignation as though he was challenging wakatoshi to say something in defiance. instead, ushijima just gave him a nod and he visibly deflated back into his seat.
“goshiki is the social media manager for imla and satori is... satori,” big boss continued, not a hint of emotion on his face. the rest of the table perked up at his comment but atsumu was the only one who apparently had the balls to say anything.
“so yer the one who wrote that shitty among us tweet?” goshiki flushed horribly and sunk further into his plush leather chair, his body language showing he must’ve already gotten an earful about it. “thought it was a good idea,” he muttered while averting his eyes, completely ignoring satori’s cackle from across the wood.
ushijima put up a (massive???) hand to calm the both of them and it instantly worked. satori quieted down though he never lost the mirth in his expression and goshiki straightened up, a new wave of determination crossing his features.
you sat up as well, feeling the shift of energy in the room but you were startled to realize the boss had decided to focus his energy on you, his deep baritone voice calling your full name. “i am extremely sorry. we have failed you as a management team and as men. i have failed you.”
he sounded remarkably remorseful, his brown irises conveying heavy emotion and guilt. you had no idea what to say but he wasn’t done.
“although i do not have full control of the decisions that have been made here, i should have fought harder for what i believed was right and for that, i will forever be sorry.” you shifted uncomfortably under his weighty gaze, not that he noticed because his attention was swiftly taken by kenma at the opposite end of the room.
“who is in charge then? aren’t you like the ceo or whatever?” he asked. ushijima took a moment before nodding very slowly, his attention clearly on something in his head.
thankfully, satori rapidly took over the thread of conversation before the room could fall in tense silence yet again. “there’s a board of old, stuffy guys who basically kicked miracle boy wakatoshi to the curb and make all their decisions without him.”
...miracle boy? what did he have to do to earn that kind of nickname? you shook your head and tuned back in, just as the ceo spoke up once again.
“because i have not succeeded in doing my job properly, i have something to give to you,” ushijima deadpanned, sliding a thick envelope towards you. you carefully grabbed it and opened it up to reveal a thick, thick, wad of cash.
a gasp caught in your throat, words not coming to you as you thumbed through the money. there had to be at least $60k in there, your eyes filling with tears while you took in his generosity. “thank you,” you whispered, not trusting your voice to speak any louder.
wakatoshi nodded at you before addressing the rest of the table about something but you weren’t even listening.
you were so overwhelmed. for the longest time, you’d hated whoever management was for ignoring your pleas for help and trying to placate you with nice dresses and fancy dinners so meeting ushijima was quite the welcomed surprise.
despite everything that occurred, you could tell he felt horrible for letting things slide even though it was technically out of his hands and you couldn’t even articulate how much that meant to you.
the fact that he had gone out of his way to pay you extra, assumingly without the permission of the board, was heartwarming, confusing, shocking, and staggering all at once.
i mean, you could probably describe the past few months as exactly that. so much had happened, so much had changed, and while you could do without some of the life adjustments (the nightmares, spare trauma, and fear of public bathrooms to start), you felt blessed with new friends and the experiences that helped shape you to the person you were now.
the boys didn’t hate you anymore (well, not all of them at least and none were actively antagonizing you), you were seeing dr yamada again, you were getting to move in with your two best friends, you were just given enough money to expand your channel drastically, and you were finally feeling good. better than good.
meiko was behind you and though you missed the person she once was, you were so glad she was out of your life in a way where she couldn’t harm you or the boys any longer.
a grin spread across your face, your cheeks nearly burning from the intensity of it. things were definitely looking up.
a soft call of your name jolted you from your thoughts, your eyes landing on all the boys already standing as they got ready to leave the room. you could sense their worry and you shot them a genuine, reassuring smile before standing yourself.
you waved goodbye to the three men at the table, thanking ushijima profusely for his kindness but he shook you off, insisting that he had just been doing what he should’ve done a long time ago.
what a nice guy.
as you followed the boys out of the building, you took a moment to observe them together with fondness written all over your expression. they were laughing and joking around, the happiest and most carefree you had ever seen any of them. bokuto was begging yachi to get them ice cream, the rest of them piling on until she gave in with a playful roll of her eyes, giggling at the cheer that went up from the group.
atsumu seemed to notice you lagging behind, falling back to join you. “ya okay angel?” he asked, eyes focused on your feet as he slowed down to match your pace.
you didn’t answer for a while, instead focusing on the sun warming your cheeks, the cool breeze messing up your hair, and the sounds of pure joy swirling above you.
“i’m absolutely perfect.” you replied and you actually meant it. “race you to the van?” you sent him an impish grin before taking off, his yells of indignation making you laugh freely as the rest of the boys joined in, right on your heels.
this is it, you thought. no matter what, i’ll have this moment and i’ll be okay.
you’d been through hell and back and you’d survived. you’d been cursed at, choked out, hospitalized, and been beaten at mario kart more times than you could count and you had still made it through. you were resilient and strong and you’d never given up, despite how badly you’d wanted to, multiple times over.
things weren’t perfect, they rarely are, but you knew that if you could make it through all that, you could get through practically anything, especially with the boys by your side.
yeah. i’ll be just fine.
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bonus!!
“told you it sounded stupid as hell.”
“gah, stop talking about it!!”
“you sounded sooooo old ‘shiki, what are you, 92?”
“AAAAAAAAAA!!!”
“satori...”
“what’s up miracle boy?”
“...what is ‘sus’?”
℗ poker face
i’ll be just fine
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an - AND THATS A WRAP FOLKS 🥳 wowowow did the ending give me trouble but that’s ok SISJSK the endings will be coming shortly but they might not be daily just cs they may take more time, who knows lmfao i’ll let y’all know :3 AAAA ANYWAYS ILY I HOPE U GUYS LIKED KITH KITH don’t forget to feed me <3
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hey bae could I request a tsukishima oneshot , I'm trying to not simp but can't help it lol-
you could make them going stargazing and him being a big softy PLEASE PSPSPSPSPPS I NEED SEROTONIN-
stargazing
featuring : tsukishima
genre : fluff
warnings : gn!reader
a/n : omg bestie here's your food i'm sorry for being late skdjfksj also tagging @tsukkisfatsimp for special purposes <3
You fixed your dress, looking at your reflection in the mirror. You ran your hands through your hair, setting them in a way that suited you. Fairy lights granted a warm golden radiance to your room as the snow outside shone like remnants of the moon under the dim streetlights.
And that marked your first date with Tsukishima.
The bell rang, grabbing your attention as you took a deep breath before opening the door, eyes settling on your boyfriend, his head adorned with tiny snowflakes. Not a single word is shared. Just two souls in love, walking down the snow-covered street as the stars ornamented their presence.
And the next moment, he cracked the ice between you two. "Are you excited?" You bit your lips, looking at his face from your peripheral vision. A slight blush settled on his cheeks as he hesitantly slid his hands in yours, fingers intertwining together.
"Mhm. A lot, might I add." You muttered, gazing at the sky as you took a couple of steps ahead of him.
He snickered. "You're such a simp."
"Hey!" You turned to look at him, a smile dancing on your lips as the blush on your cheeks attained deeper shades of red. "As if you didn't ask me out on a date the day we got together." A pause, just the two of you staring in each other's eyes before you break a chuckle, followed by his.
You both started walking again, your one hand around his arm as the other was busy catching the snowflakes. The two of you chatted endlessly, giggling at each other's comments just like two high schoolers in love— because you were.
Just like two people who're new to the concept of love, anticipating chances to see each other in the school corridors, growing shy every time their friends teased them. For now, your relationship was far from that, considering that you two started dating this noon. But it was just as thrilling.
Time flew faster with Tsukishima and, you realized it as soon as you found yourself on top of a hill before you even knew. 'So, it was stargazing,'— your lips curled into a smile, eyes twinkling at the sight of myriad stars. Tsukishima knew you loved stars and he didn't see a cause why stargazing with you shouldn't be the idea for your first date with him.
"It's pretty." You stated, your eyes shining brighter than the stars themselves. A chuckle escaped his mouth as you directed your head towards him, only to find that he was already looking at you.
"It is." You smiled at his remark, your gaze diverting from his face to the sky again.
"I'm talking about the stars."
Tsukishima scooted closer, eyes still focused on you. "I have my eyes reserved for something even prettier."
You beamed, turning your face away from him as your cheeks radiated deeper shades of red. 'Since when did he become so smooth?!'
"If you're wondering, I, your amazing boyfriend, always good at flirting." He quipped, earning a scoff from you because you knew how good your boyfriend was at flirting. But then you repeated his words in your head.
'Your amazing boyfriend.' That felt new, a different new. Having a crush on someone for almost a year and finally getting to add the tag 'yours' in front of their name was worth all your wait. Juliet gave her life for Romeo and, Orpheus lost Eurydice. If you look back to all the love stories from the past, no one had a good chance at love. And you couldn't be any happier to have him as your boyfriend.
"Yeah, sure." You replied when Tsukishima nudged you with his shoulder, knowing that you were zoning out. You wore a soft smile, gazing at the pale winter moon that looked exceptionally splendid. A chuckle escaped your mouth, your boyfriend looking at you with a confused grimace. A luminous streak of light in the sky, and your eyes widened with realization. "Oh, a shooting star. Make a wish?"
The start was long gone but, it's the thought that counts. At least that's what you both believed. "Hope I get to kiss my girlfriend today."
Now that was unexpected. Not even a day into the relationship and, he was already getting you flustered with his erratic comments and remarks. Without wasting another second, you grabbed his collar, pulling his face closer to yours as his hands circled your waist.
"Woah there, take it easy, princess."
You'd be lying if that nickname didn't make you feel the fireworks inside you as he said that with a teasing smirk. "Well, it was your wish."
✨Y/N had a full fledged panic attack after that notification from Rendezvous hotline, she deadass stood in front of the mirror for 20 minutues and kept repeating, "I'm a bad bitch, I totally got this" until she felt better☠️
✨Tooru's love language is bullying, dont mind his slander
exceeded the image limit again, so you're gonna have to imagine a divider again hon'
💌☎️- Rendezvous hotline
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Synopsis: Crushed under the burden of a terrible job and an even worse boss, Y/N has barely enough time for her meals, let alone love. So when her friends suggest (read: bully) her to try a new dating app, she hesitantly takes the gamble.
Its just a dating app, what could possibly go wrong?
Pairing(s): Miya Atsumu X fem!reader, Koutarou Bokuto X fem!reader, Kuroo Tetsurou X fem!reader, Terushima Yuuji X fem!reader, Sakusa Kiyoomi X fem!reader
Genre: fluff, crack, angst
Warning: suggestive themes
Author’s note:
✨I'm trying to work on my time schedule, and I've finished preparing the plot for this as well, so hopefully I'll be updating twice a week now!
✨I'm not really sure if i could make the rules for the dating show clear, so in case you have any doubts, slide into those dms bb *bites lip* 🥵
✨ weekly reminder to come shout in my askbox/inbox about whatever you'd like!!
imagine a divider again lmao
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in light of being introduced to haikyuu by my "qwirky bestie @hawkskore 😍😩😛💝" (emojis used ironically), i decided to write down a short little drabble with sakusa kiyoomi, middle school alternate universe!! i'm not really comfortable with writing, more of a reader- but here's my first complete "fic" AAAA
lowercase intended! (aesthetic,dudes, dudettes and pals) && hope you guys find it fun to read!
all sorts of interaction would be greatly appreciated bec i'm a validation-seeking piece of s#it (don't let my mom see this) <3
pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader
genre: idk dude prolly fluff; reassurance
tw: little bit of insecurity (of reader)
word count: 1.5k+ (still considered a drabble???? sorry i have no clue abt writing fics pls excuse 😩)
plot summary: middleschool!au; kiyoomi is being shit at showing emotions but is very much feeling them, some girl tells qt y/n mean stuff 😭😡, y/n gets upset and sakusa notices, eventual confrontation- happy ending <3
ALSO; unedited
lazy moodboard for our fav germ-hater (BEC I CAN :D)
sakusa kiyoomi did not understand or care much about trivial things that occurred amongst his batch in middle school, but three lent sanitizers and a couple dazzling smiles sent his way later, he was sure he preferred you over everyone in the hellhole. it was difficult; horrible rather, to have such overwhelming feelings imposed upon oneself.
how suspicious of him to attempt to lend his umbrella on a very, mind you, very rainy day to you when you clearly had another guy holding one out! how suspicious of him to think of sitting adjacent to you when you were surrounded by a rowdy bunch of teenagers! how suspicious of him, to accept that he actually liked you more than he did the average population, so much so that he was ready to hold your hand without latex gloves.
but that day, you weren't really, how do we state it, conscious of your surroundings. which really upset the raven head for some reason. the pitter-patter of the raindrops against the window, that once were the only source of music amidst the cacophony of nasty, unhygienic boys and girls, now seemed horribly agitating. why, you ask? because you were paying the raindrops too much attention! looking just, sombrely staring out the window, not paying attention to the teacher? not paying attention to some classmate who asked for an eraser? not paying attention, to the pencil that rolled down the edge of your desk and hit the floor right beside your black shoes with a loud 'clink'? where did the y/n who helped everybody, always returned waves and never forgot to help another friend out in every situation possible, go?
the germaphobe wanted to do something he had never done before. he wanted to ask you, "what's wrong?" because he was infuriated, for some reason, with your sheer lack of mental presence. you were in the classroom, but it seemed like your mind was somewhere else. “that's weird, that's suspicious,” (AN: BYE XJKSFHWOCDOY) sakusa thought. he hated, absolutely loathed his acquaintances in general, so caring about them was completely unexpected of him. wait, did that mean that you weren't an acquaintance, anymore? were you more than that? were you the sakusa kiyoomi's friend? golly gee, these emotions were rather confusing for the poor guy.
he decided to put an end to this constant tug at his heartstrings. he became disturbed and anxious whenever he saw you upset, which was rare since you were always really, really happy, and kind, and soft, and generous, and beautiful- wait what? no, getting sidetracked here. author-chan is obsessed with soft!kiyoomi. but this realisation that dawned upon him- the one of y/n being the most ideal candidate for befriending the fourteen year old boy- truly shook him to the core. he did not expect to even make a friend in school, nor care about them to such enormous extents. it was shocking, how very engrossed he was with you. your scent, your hair, your handwriting- everything seemed otherworldly to the boy lately. it’s as if it physically hurt him to see you go through even the mildest inconvenience.
he decided to confront you on your cleaning duties after class. your tinted, tear stained cheeks went unnoticed by everyone, but him. and he couldn't bear it. it was excruciating to see you upset- he could feel it in his bones when you were physically and emotionally drained. he suddenly remembered you walking out of class during lunch- your locks flying out of place, a confused look spread on your face, with akiko, another eerily obnoxious girl sakusa sort of hated. no reason, he just disliked her. he hated her even more when he saw you both come back into the classroom.
you looked visibly deflated, a lone tear escaping your right eye that you instantly rubbed off with your sweater sleeve. as you sat down on your table, he wanted to console you, listen to you- but all he could say was, "would you like this scented candle i bought from the store? it's green apple and vanilla, i like it. want you to have it" and to his dismay, instead of opening up to him, you simply nodded and took the polythene-wrapped circular candle from his hand, a tight-lipped smile gracing your otherwise blank face.
but now he wanted to do it, he wanted to say it, and just as he went into the classroom, his alibi- to pick up his blue sharpener he left- he saw you on the floor, tears flowing freely, your sleeves furiously rubbing your cheeks.
his eyes widened in astonishment. he'd seen you upset, but never break down like this.
"hey, uh-"
you stood up, face red (the colour of the communist manifesto precisely) with embarrassment, "oh, i'm so sorry, i- i didn't know you were here, did you forget something? don't mind me i'm just on cleani-"
he wanted to wrap his arms around your shoulders, but it seemed like fate had tied ropes around his ankles, chaining him to the floor. he loudly, but gently, said, "don't cry. please."
you were quite confused to hear him say those words, so you reacted out of impulse. "i'm sorr-"
"don't apologise, either. you didn't do anything wrong. i'm just here to pick up my sharpener."
WRONG. he wanted to say, "are you okay? what happened? did someone hurt you?" he wanted to hold you in his arms, tell you that things were alright.
you nodded, "oh okay." walking over to the teacher's table, you softly said, "i think i saw it on the desk, here-", you handed the item over to the boy standing in front of the door. he laid his palm out and as you were about to drop it, you had this sudden urge to ask him the questions that had been bothering you for so long.
"hey, kiyoomi," his heart skipped a beat as you pronounced his name. it was raspy from your breakdown, but to kiyoomi it sounded like it was dripping saccharine honey.
"can i ask you a question?"
words couldn't describe how fast his heart was beating at that point. how did you do that to him? "s-sure," he stuttered a little bit.
"would you like me if i was annoying?"
kiyoomi was shocked. why did y/n say that? were they doubting themselves? of all the incredible things y/n was, annoying could never be one of them. they were simply too wonderful, too good to be real.
"why do you ask? and probably, yeah, you're okay."
"would you like me if i was a selfish hog?", you said. your hands weakly making what they call “air quotes” when you said the last two words, and immediately dropping down, as if you were heavily fatigued.
kiyoomi started panicking. his heart thumped fast, and resonated within his system. he was scared. had somebody been saying things like that to y/n? the angel, y/n? the only person in this unsanitary circus of a "school" who genuinely befriended people, “just for the sake of it”? THE Y/N WHO COULD NEVER BE DESCRIBED WITH A NEGATIVE ADJECTIVE? he was quite literally ready to "throw hands" at anybody who would have said that to you.
"well, as long as you use your sanitizer every hour, you'd be fine."
you graciously smiled, remembering his antics. he just wouldn't change. from the months that passed by with you trying to befriend him, you had figured that he wasn't really a "germaphobe", he just hated germs. you wouldn't call someone who hated oranges an "orangephobe" now, would you?
quietly, you muttered, "one last question, please?"
by this point, the boy was ready to drop dead on the floor. he was shit scared, not even exaggerating. how very wrong of someone to tell you things that would make you insecure.
"uh, alright."
you looked down at your feet, fumbling with your hands, "would you like me just the way i am?"
sakusa kiyoomi did not care about emotions. not about other people's perceptions of him. and never, about other people's perceptions about other people. he did not know who had implanted such malignant thoughts into your mind, but he was sure that person's soul must've been a viscous, black tar- one that would make people recoil in fear and ghastly astonishment if they peeked into it. it must’ve been that akiko, he never liked her. what a disgusting person.
he was tempted to give you- no, scratch that, he wanted to give you a hug and tell you how important you were to him, how wonderful of a person you were. but alas, we don't always get what we want.
from within the ocean of scrambled thoughts, questions and mass of anxiety, his mouth only let through one word, without any hesitation. it was the first thing that rushed to his head when he processed the question you asked him.
"yes."
and to be honest, you believed that was everything you needed to get through the day. you couldn't see it, but the look of relief that washed on your face as he said that three letter word unintentionally led to a small smile on his face, behind his mask.
Synopsis: There’s one thing the humanity’s strongest soldier struggles to master, that is, the art of letting go.
Pairing: Levi Ackerman x fem!reader
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Character death, mentions of bloodshed
Word count: 2.1k+
Author’s note: This involves the Fall of Shiganshina arc(Season 1) and the return to Shinganshina arc (Season 3). Just a small note for those who find these arcs triggering.
p.s. likes/reblogs/comments would be greatly appreciated💕
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(Present day)
Captain Levi had been acting uncharacteristically rash.
Who in their right minds would risk his life to pick up a ring lying at a Titan’s feet? Gasps of surprise resonated through the humid summer air (which was heavily tinged with the scent of blood) as the members of the Levi squad stared with horror and mild amusement at their Captain, who flung himself at the feet of a 15-meter class Titan, seemingly to rescue a ring. The Titan immediately tried to crush Levi to smithereens, but the poor thing wasn’t aware that picking a fight with the Humanity’s strongest soldier would never go in its favor. Within the flash of an eye, Levi was at the Titan’s neck, the swift movement of his blade leaving a deep cut across its neck. The Titan collapsed, its lifeless body flailing on the ruins of the houses of the Shiganshina District. Through the steam arising from the remains of the fallen Titan, Erwin Smith caught a glance of Levi’s face. He wore his usual unreadable expression, his lips tightly pressed into a line, but his eyes were focused on that brass ring. He was fixated on cleaning the Titan blood smeared on ring with a piece of cloth torn off his cape.
Armin looked up at Commander Erwin. “Why did Captain act so rashly? He did not need to engage in combat with that-” Erwin gestured Armin to stop with a gesture of his hand. “There are some things, Arlet, that become intertwined with one’s identity. Our memories make us human, no matter however painful they may be. That ring anchors Levi to the humanity residing in his heart, because it is not quite difficult to lose yourself in our field of work, as you may already know.” Taking note of the curious expression on Armin’s face, Erwin adds, “Though he reasons behind that is not a story for me to tell. Now Armin, we must decide our next course of action. I’d like you to…”
