hi lovelies!! my name is Stella, and i've always been a part of many fandoms, so i created this blog to share my ideas.
fandoms include: marvel, kpop (nct, cortis, and skz), anime (haikyuu and jujutsu kaisen), reading (classics mostly), harry potter, pjo, gravity falls, rick and morty, dead poets society, greek mythology, fantasy, history, mlp, etc. i love cryptids and the occult, as well as mysteries of the world.
this is my first blog, i have little to no clue what i'm doing, but i'm doing this for the love of the game🩵
disclaimer: reader is a smoker and has hair :)) pre-timeskip osamu (17)
Osamu had gotten the call way past midnight. He could barely hear his phone ringing through the haze of his dreams. He thought it was a stupid ad on those white noise videos Atsumu watches to sleep. But once the ringing just wouldn't stop, he picked his phone up. That's when he heard the voice on the other end. It was shaky, nasal, and small.
"'Samu?" You called out. The way his heart stopped was stupid. It couldn't live up to his nonchalant demeanour at all.
His head started filling with all of the worst scenarios. You could be in danger. Maybe you didn't make it home on time and now the door is locked. Is everyone in your family okay?
"Hey," he responds carefully, already sitting up in bed.
"He left me." That's all Osamu needed to hear to get out of his bed.
It was this ongoing cycle that was just cruel. You would meet some guy, practically fall in love with him throughout the months you know him, and then he would leave. Like clockwork. It was as if all of them made a deal to get with you only to leave you.
"I'll be there in five. You home?" He asks softly. He heard you sniffle on the other end, and he promised in his head that he would have that other guy's head on a stick by tomorrow.
"Yeah, I'm home," you said.
He really did get there in five minutes. Not like you were counting, but every second felt treacherous.
He swiftly entered your house, making sure not to wake anyone who shouldn't know he was there at this god forbidden time of night. He made his way through the dark, knocking on the semi-open door of your room before opening it further.
What he saw broke his heart. You were sitting on the floor, chain-smoking your pack of cigarettes, tears dried on your cheeks, an emotionless, empty look in your usually full-of-life eyes.
He didn't say anything. He wasn't an expert at comforting people. After all, he was only seventeen, he didn't know these things. But he did sit beside you, opening his arms.
He didn't force you into a hug, just kept his arms open until you were ready. When you were, you scooted closer, putting your cigarette out as you nuzzled into him, sinking into his hold. You hid your face in his shoulder as you started sobbing again.
It wasn't fair. You gave everything into these "talking stages" only to be left heartbroken. You gave them your energy, your time, your patience, your affection, your love, your everything. And all you're met with is a cold shoulder and a late night text saying you'd be better off as friends.
Osamu, not knowing what could possibly be going through your head, placed his hand in your hair, slowly combing through the tangled strands, while his other hand rubbed up and down your back.
"M'sorry." He suddenly said. "I fail to protect ya every time ya start talkin' to one of these guys."
It wasn't his fault. God, not even in the least.
"They don't deserve ya, ya know that? You're too good for 'em, I promise. You gotta believe me, pretty. They aren't even smart enough to recognise a great person when they see one."
You slowly came to your senses, your tears easing, only left now with the aftershock hiccups.
"If I was—" hiccup "—that perfect—" hiccup "—they would've stayed."
Osamu sighs. He can't make you believe something your stubborn brain refuses to accept. He leans down, making you look up at him.
"C'mon, you don't believe that, do ya?" When he sees the look on your face, the look of pure desperation and insecurity in your eyes, he shakes his head.
"Don't do that to yourself, pretty. Everyone can see how perfect you are, it's not your fault some guys can't accept that. But it's a simple truth."
He uses the pad of his thumb to wipe your tears, smiling softly at you.
"If you gave the right man a chance, you would see how amazing love can be." It wasn't the usual stuff Osamu would say. This definitely wasn't your best friend Osamu, who steals your shit and then gently smacks your head. And Osamu wasn't usually this good with words.
"Thanks, 'Samu," you said. Clueless, but it made him fall for you more.
"That's what friends are for," he responded, hugging you tighter, pressing your face gently into his chest so you don't have to see his heart breaking in his eyes as he pretends to not love you.
i haven't watched euphoria but i know who nate jacobs is and what he's done and that he's dead now. i would just like to know why people are suddenly forgetting that nate jacobs was a horrible person?? a horrible person who traumatised multiple girls?? maddy will never be the same after him?? cassie?? hello?? why are we suddenly forgetting how he lived just because he died a horrible death. good. it was what he deserved.
does anyone want to cosplay the marauders on instagram🫰🏻🫰🏻like make accounts with their names and post🫰🏻🫰🏻like them in the modern world🫰🏻🫰🏻i would be lily🫰🏻🫰🏻
drarry headcanon: when draco told his parents about harry, they didn't have an issue with them both being boys. they only had an issue with the fact that harry was a halfblood.
friendly reminder that it's okay to not like the hughes brothers and all the athletes on the american men's hockey team after the olympics, but wishing injuries upon and diminishing historical feats isn't okay
— sincerely, a very political person who enjoys sports🫶🏻
“scientists don’t want you know” is a phrase that always cracks me up because if you actually meet a scientist they will be shaking and crying like an overstimulated chihuahua with the need to let you know
quick reminder that my asks are always open, especially for anyone who has a suggestion or requests something i should write!! i'm here to serve the people and feed into your delusions
if you're not sure what fandoms i'm apart of, i'll keep my intro post pinned, where my fandoms are listed🫶🏻
You've been receiving anonymous mail with flowers and chocolates for the past few weeks. Never to your address, but always in your school classrooms, which has made you quite the celebrity between your peers. Of course, they can't shut up about this secret, mysterious admirer who clearly has a thing for you.
This secret admirer knows every quirk of yours, adds your favourite flowers to each delivery with chocolates that you consider your favourite snack.
You've been wondering ever since it began who this person was, and how they knew every single thing. How could they possibly know something you only told your best friend, Kita Shinsuke.
As per usual, you two were walking home from school, and you were, very embarrassedly, carrying the chocolates and flowers from this morning. You went on and on about this "stalker" of yours.
"I just don't get it," you said. "I mean, nobody knows these things about me. Not even my parents know my favourite flowers. How could this random guy know this? Is it even a guy?"
Kita just listened patiently as you kept going.
"You're the only one who I've told about these thi—" A sudden gasp leaves your mouth. You stop dead in your tracks, slapping a hand across your wide open mouth. Kita stops too.
He stares at you for a moment, anxiety running through his veins. Did you figure it out? Did you figure him out?
"You're friends with my secret admirer," you accused. "You've been selling my information to them."
So confident yet so wrong. Kita just smiles — that shy, soft smile, and he couldn't help but chuckle at your naïvety.
You'll realise one day.
4 Aran Ojiro
Ever since you had started going to Inarizaki High, you've been in the basketball club. Every single year, every game, every practice. And every year, you've had the gym to yourself and your team. You've never had to share the gym with anyone.
Until your third year, when you started sharing with the men's volleyball team. They were great athletes, sure, but oh so cocky. The Miya twins kept on trying to impress the basketball team, and they were good, but they failed miserably sometimes.
Everyone did that, except for the select few. Out of which was Aran Ojiro.
He never spoke to you or anyone on the basketball team, but you started receiving little encouraging notes when you'd get back to your locker room.
"Keep up the good work."
"You looked pretty today."
"Good luck with your next game."
You had no idea who they were from, couldn't even begin guessing, actually. It was all so weird. You've never gotten secret admirer mail in your life, why start now?
The locations of the notes became more and more spontaneous. Suddenly, they were in your shoes, or in the pocket of your jacket, or in the side pocket of your backpack.
Aran would set them up and go back to his team all giddy, something he's never been. The boys shoot him weird looks and Atsumu tries to bribe him into spilling the truth, but he won't budge.
You still haven't noticed it's him, but that's okay. Aran enjoys admiring you from afar.
7 Miya Atsumu
In your second year of high school, you had started taking an extracurricular activity, participating in art class. On your way to the art studio one day, you pass by the men's volleyball team who were on their way to practice. You just passed by, went on your way.
Miya Atsumu turned his head fast enough anyone could hear his neck snap. He stops in his tracks, and Osamu stops too. The others spare him a glance, but most keep going.
"Hey, 'Samu?" His voice is small and broken, cracking on the syllables. "I think I've met my future spouse."
Osamu rolls his eyes. "What?"
Atsumu just nods. "Yup. Definitely. You see them, right there?" And then he points with no shame whatsoever. Osamu, Suna, and Aran turn their gazes towards your retreating figure, entering the art studio.
"They'll be mine some day. Mark my words."
Ever since then, you've been receiving letters every day. Messy handwriting, some words are scribbled over and rewritten, awaiting you in the art studio every day.
Unfortunately, Atsumu isn't too discreet about it. He can't be. He's too excited and too in love and too much of an idiot to successfully carry out his secret admirer mission. It just doesn't work.
You realise after catching him in the act of leaving you the letter.
10 Suna Rintarō
He has been stalking your account for a while now. Every story rewatched dozens of times, every late night spent scrolling down your Instagram posts, he even turned his profile views off on TikTok so he could properly stalk those videos of you lipsyncing or videos of you with your friends.
Oh, and all of this from his burner account.
He would die of embarrassment if you ever realised that the quiet kid in the back of the classroom who's apart of the volleyball team had a thing for you. He would just let the earth swallow him.
He responds to your stories, calls you pretty, flirts through his anonymity, confident and cool which he could never be if you knew who was behind the screen.
He was scrolling one night, like any other, when he got to an older post. Two years ago, from your middle school graduation. And the idiot liked it.
It was an accident, he swears, but he realised too late. You had been on your phone and saw the notification immediately. You found it cute, how this unknown user had a crush on you.
But god forbid the mini heart attack Suna endured when he felt his thumb double tap the picture. He immediately undid the like, making it seem like it was never there.
And yet, tomorrow he'll go back to being the quiet kid, admiring you from afar.
11 Miya Osamu
He had started working in the library over the summer to get some money, just to free himself of the shackles of his twin brother and their parents. And the library was the only place with peace and quiet where he didn't have to coddle people.
Eventually, you became a regular there. Every week, you'd come to get a new book and return the old one. You never spoke directly to Osamu, but you caught his eye.
He started leaving little notes in books he knew you would pick up.
"This is my favourite, I would definitely recommend it."
"You should stop by more often."
"Your hair was nice today."
You had realised it was definitely aimed at you, so you started responding with your own notes.
"We have similar tastes."
"Won't you tell me who you are?"
Little things. It meant the world to Osamu, who had finally found someone who could match his wits. But he was too scared of revealing himself because he knows the reputation he and his brother carry. Popular kids. And yet you were completely unknown. He didn't want to scare you off.
HAIKYŪ BOYS reaction to seeing you for the first time (karasuno) (part 3)
gender neutral!!
9 Kageyama Tobio was on his way to the bakery upon his sister Miwa's request. She wanted some cupcakes, and he took the opportunity to get something for himself too. It was early in the morning, before his practice session and lessons, so he was dressed in athletic wear, hair tousled, shoelaces half tied.
He walked in while rubbing his eyes, stood at the register, and looked around for what he needed to get while also thinking about what he should get for himself. Something healthy, he thought, because he was an athlete.
That's when he saw you. You were chatting with the lady at the register, and it didn't take a genius (thankfully, because he wasn't one) to figure out you two were siblings. Eye shape, nose shape, hair colour, all of it made sense to him. Sure, your sister was pretty, but you were gorgeous, even if Kageyama probably didn't know how to spell that word.
He stood there, fixing his hair, not wanting to interrupt your conversation in hopes of just hearing your voice once.
But you notice him. You nudge your sister, "You've got customers." And before Kageyama can process it, you're out of the bakery.
He spends the day thinking about you. His sets are off, his shoulders are tight, his eyebrows furrowed.
He becomes a regular after that, way too eager to go get his own sister something every time she wants something from the bakery. He gets your number after a very awkward try.
10 Hinata Shōyō was on his way to pick his sister up from kindergarten. He was a little sweaty after two practices, but he managed. His mum had asked him if he could do her a small favour, so here he is.
The kids are all rushing out, running to their parents, as he waits for Natsu. He glanced at his phone, bouncing his heel against the ground. Natsu came running, full of energy just like her brother.
Hinata crouches down, "Where were you?" Natsu jumps in his arms. She likes to play tough, but she loves her brother.
"Our teacher brought in her kid today, and they played with us!" Natsu responds excitedly.
Hinata is expecting to see another kid walk out with the teacher, but he sees you. You were certainly his age, talking to your mum while holding your school bag. Hinata stops in his tracks, and goes deaf to whatever Natsu is yapping about directly in his ear.
Once he regains control over his reflexes, he bows to your mum, quickly and very awkwardly thanks her for taking care of Natsu, and then he's off like lightning.
On their way home, Hinata carrying Natsu's stuff, he says, "Tell me to come pick you up more often."
11 Tsukishima Kei was at the record store. It had become a tradition to go every month because he wanted to see what new records and CDs they had. He spends at least an hour walking around the store, and it's gotten to the point where he's friends with the employees.
Well, as close to friends as Tsukishima Kei can be with anyone.
He walks in there like usual, browsing through his usual sections, looking through some old rock records when he hears a voice behind him.
"I'm shocked anyone else knows that band. I've always felt like a black sheep when I talk about it," you said. Tsukishima turns around, and nearly drops the record.
You weren't bubbly and jumping around, nor were you cold and uninterested. You were just... You. Chill, cool, striking up a conversation with him as if you'd known each other.
"Oh, uhh..." Tsukishima shakes his head. "Yeah, I like their music. Shame nobody else does."
You did most of the talking, but Tsukishima was interested. You walked around the store together while commenting on different artists and their albums. Tsukishima ended up buying that band's album.
Truth is, Tsukishima doesn't even know their name. But now that you've mentioned liking them, he's willing to go down that rabbit hole.
12 Yamaguchi Tadashi had started working at some local store just to save up money. His parents financed him, but he wanted his own money. He worked early in the morning some days, and others late at night.
One night, you walked in. You looked tired, but still smiled and bowed politely as you walked in. Yamaguchi stopped reading his manga just to follow you around the store.
Not literally, just... with his eyes. He wanted to know what you were getting, and as you came up to the register to pay, he forgot how to use his voice for a second.
He rings everything up, you had gotten some sweets and some potato chips. He told you the total, you gave the money. It seemed normal. He's had a thousand of these exact same interactions.
But you were special. So once you got your things, he said, as he always did, "Come again!"
He whispered underneath his breath, "Please come again."
You heard it, but you pretended like you didn't. That store is your number one go-to now.
