sooo i took a bit of a break from writing because i was and still am kinda in a writing slump which means i wont be able to post anything (i might have also been thinking about deleting everything and starting new 😀)
notes. angst + comfort. gn! reader. hey guys, i wrote this while i was in my feels haha lol
𖥔 ݁ ˖ MASH BURNEDEAD
he's the absolute sweetest. will do whatever it takes to not let your salty tears flow from the corner of your eyes. mash brings you whatever is closest to him— a half eaten cream puff, a plastic toy dumbbell, one in a million of his cream puff plushies that you got for him when you're at the market. whatever it is, he will bring you things to just see you smile. he's so clueless, he doesn't know how else to comfort you. but he tries. he tries his hardest like it's his last mission.
"oh no, please don't cry," he said softly, his eyebrows furrowing slightly before he frantically looks around to grab something. anything will do. as long as it'll distract whatever calamity that storms around in your mind.
mash gives up with that, seeing that your tears have built up in such a large amount that it stars to carefully flow down your cheeks in such distress. that does not stop him from trying. his fingers found their way to quickly wipe away the flowing tears from your cheeks. he keeps doing it over and over; wiping your tears that kept flowing until his own fingers are stained with wet and salty tears.
finally, he holds your cheek, cupping it slightly even though your cheeks are wet. he looks at your eyes for a moment, scanning over the gloss of it before he finally pulls you into a hug. arms wrapped tightly around you, pushing you into his body so you could listen his heart as he silently lets you wail the rest of your remaining tears out.
𖥔 ݁ ˖ RAYNE AMES
post-crying has you all empty inside and out. your eyes down to the bottom of your jaw is all stained. the aftermath of letting it all out has allowed exhaustion to surface. but rayne is there with you. he's there with you throughout the entire process. he's all ears and all about listening to your stories and your rambles and your tears. rayne will not leave you unattended like this— shattered into pieces. he will always mend you back up with his kisses.
rayne presses his lips under your the corner of your eye where the first stream of tears flowed down. then he moves down, dragging his lips across your skin to place chaste and reassuring kisses onto your tear-stained cheeks. his thumb grazes over the dry tears that remains to dry, kissing on the trail that was left behind.
so gentle and careful, as if not to break your shattered pieces anymore. he's mending them carefully with the work of his lips kissing all over your face. and it works wonderfully, because the moment his lips pauses in front of your own lips, you looked into his eyes, your own eyes blurry from crying so much.
he then presses his lips on yours. a quick kiss that tells you so much which he couldn't utter out. it's all about the way he carries out every single action with so much love and care that you could feel your shattered soul is being glued back, pieces by pieces, with his love that seeped into your broken soul, filing up every brokenness. "it'll be okay. i'm right here."
𖥔 ݁ ˖ ORTER MÁDL
orter holds your hand while you speak your mind. it's not just simply holding your hands— he's seated on the ground beside your wooden chair, ranting your heart out as his fingers caresses your fingers. his gaze is focused on your hands, watching as your fingers would occasionally squeeze his own in frustration. orter is silent throughout this entire process, and when he thinks you're done pouring your agitated heart out, he glances up when you're all silent.
"need someone to lean on?" he asked as you nodded, biting your lower lips to surpress anything that might make a debut. orter stands up and pulls your head close to him, your head immediately leaning into his chest as you touched your fingers where orter's touch lingers around in comfort.
his fingers weaved their way into your hair, smoothing it out as he could feel your shaking under his embrace. orter cannot stay still. it wasn't long before he shifted his position, now kneeling on the ground, somewhat close to your height before he looks right at you, eyes burning into your tainted heart. you can feel his fingers wrapping them around yours, the absence disappearing only to fill with a warm sense of comfort with his warm hands.
then, a warm kiss placed on your knuckles, to remind you that you're never alone and that he'll always be there to hold your hands no matter what. "let it out, i won't ever let go of you."
eggyrock's guide to being a respectful person in fanfiction spaces because some of yall are are behaving in ways that are so aggressively uncouth
if you don't like a fic, keep it to yourself. no one cares.
if you don't like an aspect of a fic (character, plot line, etc), keep it to yourself. no one cares.
if you really want an author to update a story, tell them how much you love it! do not hound them for updates or ask them when the next update is. pressure does not equal motivation! you're just being annoying.
if an author is talking abt one fic that they're excited abt, don't bother them about another one! there is nothing more disheartening that being excited about x fic and then hearing someone go "what about y fic!" see above
writers have shit to do. writers are not "lazy" for not updating every day. you're insane. i need you to understand that's an insane thing to say to someone.
remember to BE KIND!!!!!! we can all have a little laugh and a giggle together but at the end of the day, we're strangers on the internet. it's such weirdo behavior to get in a strangers inbox and talk to them like a freak
this trend is soo sick THANK YOU FOR THE TAG LENE !! (ᵔᗜᵔ)
u already know i IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT OF ‘TDWDA with this so it’s a lil inspired of what i thought of when i wrote the ball scene !! <3 but i can’t decide if i’m taking fyodor or dazai..
TAGS (no pressure): @redamantiya @soleelia @anqelically @kolyubov @chuuyrr @mncxbe + anyone else who wants to !! <3
the feelings you have for rayne ames aren't that platonic anymore. so you decide to isolate yourself to deal with your feelings.
ADDITIONAL⸺ childhood friends → lovers , modern au, reader thinking feelings are unrequited.
COMPLICATED MASTERLIST ʚ chapter two →
ʚ ISOLATION chapter one
love is complicated.
this was a sudden but harsh realization you had during one of your all nighters, studying solely for finals on a random saturday. light rain was drumming against your window with the low humming of your favourite playlist in the background.
you were just reviewing and revising notes you had written down on your laptop, when the previous song faded into a song you have been dreading listening because everytime you would listen to it, you somehow would start thinking about a certain dual-color haired boy.
you didn't want to feel like that, he is your best friend, seriously you always thought it was just platonic. but your mind has been telling you otherwise.
you couldn’t even focus on your assignments anymore, your mind was occupied with thoughts that are comparable to billions of flies buzzing around and your focus crumbling away momentarily. frustrated, you threw away your pen on the table in front of you and put your head sideways on the table looking left, right out the window where the world was waking up again. it was officially morning, meaning you would sleep through the whole day which also meant you don’t have to interact with him.
putting away all your notebooks and your laptop you stood up from the chair to go put your stuff away. when you were finished up with that task you let yourself fall into the comfy confines of your own bed, but alas you were not able to close your eyes at all.
his face was haunting your mind.
cursing under your breath you covered your face with your hands, sitting up straight in your bed and looking into the void of your room.
how where you supposed to deal with your feelings? were you just going to go about your day as you normally would, disregarding your feelings? or should you just ignore him?
the latter seemed to be the more plausible option, its not like he would notice it when you stop talking to him, right?
he would probably think that you were busy with work and studying for finals, so it's not really that far-fetched for him to take it as it is.
its not like you guys were neccessarily close anyway, you always thought of him as the brother of a friend and just got along really well.
nothing more than that.
or so you thought.
even when rayne ames was not present, your mind would not stop thinking about the dual haired boy. it makes you almost rip out your own hair.
the term love has rarely ever appeared in your life, atleast in a romantic way. but under these circumstances it is on a romantic level.
you harbored feelings for none other than rayne ames.
rayne thought something was off the whole day, he felt like something was deliberately missing.
he could not for the life of him pinpoint what it was.
the moment he had woken up he felt it.
he reached for his phone, not knowing why he went to check if he got any messages. he did not get any, which somehow left him dissapointed.
why was he dissapointed?
the next thing that left him dumbfounded was when he went to classes with only his little brother. usually it would be you, and him walking to your shared classes.
but you were nowhere to be seen.
"wheres y/n?" he had asked finn.
the younger boy beside him piped up as he was addressed by his brother.
"oh, y/n texted me this morning that they didn't feel good, so they wouldn't be attending lessons today."
rayne whispered a 'oh' but continued to walk.
and again, he got that weird feeling.
what the fuck was going on?
later that day when classes were over and rayne was back in his dorm, he checked his phone. over and over.
what he was checking for? he does not really know, just that lingering thought that usually around that time someone would text him.
he plopped down onto the sofa in the livingroom with his arm covering his eyes and a sigh leaving his lips.
the door to his shared apartment with finn opened and there his younger brother stood in the hallway looking at him weirdly.
"is something on your mind, rayne?"
rayne proceeded to sit up again just to look at his brother. he had an unreadable expression on his face.
"i don't know." rayne knew that this was not the best answer, but it was the truth. he truly did not know.
"what do you mean you dont know?"
"well, i dont know. i had this weird feeling the whole day, like something was amiss."
"hm, thats weird." finn thought out loud, " maybe it is because you didnt see y/n today? i mean usually we three walk to our lessons together."
raynes eyes widened as he heard your name, suddenly putting all pieces together that were before all scrambled and incoherent.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ kuroo tetsuro has a thing for girls with long hair. so what if you're a girl with long hair? that doesn’t mean anything!
➼ pairing! kuroo tetsuro x fem!manager!reader
➼ warnings! none, just fluff and humor. maybe ooc because i haven't written in years??? unfortunately, because this is based on the scene of kuroo and yaku arguing about their preference, this is really for my long haired girlies 😣 i apologize to the short haired readers
➼ word count! about 1.4k
➼ author’s note! "haikyuu renassiance!" we all cheer in unison. anywho, this is my first time posting in two years. please be nice to me 🫡
"So, you prefer girls with short hair then, Yaku?" Kai asks, shedding off the white button-up of his school uniform and revealing his black practice t-shirt. The three third-year Nekoma players had found themselves in an empty classroom, deciding to use it as a makeshift changing room. Luckily for them, they had all worn their clean practice clothes under their school uniforms. Doing so allowed them to save time and cut back the number of minutes they were already going to be late to practice, thanks to Yaku getting distracted by a group of girls, which Kai noted all had short hair. Hence, his question.
Yaku paused his work of ridding himself of his tie to send Kai a proud grin, pointing towards him with both hands, “Yesss!
"And you, Kuroo?" Kai turns to him, now curious to know his captain's answer as well.
"Long." Kuroo's answer is firm, leaving no room for debate. Still, he glances at Yaku, as if daring him to try.
Yaku only snorts, shaking his head in amusement as he too turns to look at his captain, "Like that wasn't obvious."
"Ehh," Kuroo's eyes narrow, head craning down to peer at the libero, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means," Yaku starts, taking a step closer as he peers right back up at Kuroo, "Everyone knows you have a crush on our manager, who just so happens to have the longest hair I've ever seen!"
"Ehh?" Kuroo repeats, louder this time as he cranes his head down even more, "Who says I have a crush—"
"Hey!" The door to the classroom slides open with a shocking force, startling the boys and drawing the attention of all three of them to it. Kuroo and Yaku both grow rigid as they find you standing in its opening. Quiet pants slip past your lips, and you take a moment to catch your breath as you stare at the three of them before you begin speaking, "There you guys are! I've been looking for the three of you everywhere."
"Hello," Kai greets kindly, the only one not left in a stupor at your sudden appearance, smiling as you make your way into the classroom. "We apologize, we're running a bit late."
"Yeah," You huff, coming to a stop a few steps away from them as you cross your arms, "It was your guys' turn to set up the nets. So when you guys didn't show up in time to do so and none of you answered your phones, Coach sent me to find you guys. Didn't know I'd be going on a wild goose chase."
Your words leave you in a huff before your eyes land on Kuroo, raising an eyebrow at the captain. His shoulders tense even more at the sudden eye contact and he's quick to snap his head in the other direction. Kuroo suddenly feels warm, realizing how you could have easily heard the conversation transpiring between the three of them. Stupid Yaku, Kuroo curses the libero in his head, doesn't even know what he's talking about.
"Sorry, Y/N." And of course it’s Yaku who disrupts his thoughts, pulling Kuroo's eyes to him just as he sends you an innocent smile, "We got carried away, talking."
There's a teasing tone to Yaku's voice, and Kuroo knows it's directed at him. Why is he friends with him again?
"I don't even want to know," You speak, and Kuroo can envision you shaking your head at the three of them, "Just get dressed and get to the gym as quick as possible, please."
All three boys give some noise of recognition in response to your words, and Kuroo takes the chance to glance at you then. He's quick to regret it. Your hand rises just as he locks eyes with you, reaching up to tuck some of the more unruly pieces of your hair (which most likely came undone due to your seemingly frantic search of the three third years) behind your ear and out of your face. Kuroo's eyes follow the movement of your hand, trailing downwards and taking in the long strands of hair that fall well past your shoulders. Once again all too aware of the conversation he was just having with his teammates, the tips of his ears burn as he pulls his gaze away from you once more. He shakes his head, trying to get Yaku's words out of his mind. Just because he liked girls with long hair, and just because you so happened to be a girl with long hair, did not mean he liked you.
Right?
A snort of laughter suddenly leaves Yaku, having caught the interaction, and Kuroo turns to him with a heated glare. You don't miss the exchange between them either.
"Are you two having one of your petty arguments again?" You accuse, eyes glancing between Kuroo and Yaku who are suddenly staring back at you like two deers caught in headlights. "Seriously, you've been fighting like this since first year. What topic could you guys possibly still be discussing?"
Yaku's smirk returns as he glances at his captain with an all too knowing look before he turns back to you, "Well, if you really want to kn—"
"Nope!" Kuroo is quick to interject, speaking for the first time since you entered and drawing your attention away from Yaku and back to the captain himself. Your eyes widen as he begins to take long strides in your direction. "No arguing here!"
Your lips part, confusion taking over your features at the odd behavior your captain is displaying. You don't get the chance to say anything, however, as Kuroo makes a show of glancing at the clock on the wall before turning back to you with a dramatic gasp, "Oh, would you look at the time! We should really be heading to practice."
"You still have your school shirt on, Kuroo.” You point out when he stops in front of you, pointedly glancing down at Kuroo's attire, which consisted of his practice shorts and white button-up, with his red school tie hung loosely around his neck.
"I'll just change it once we're in the gym," Kuroo responds, waving away your interjections before he drops his hands onto your shoulders and forces you to turn around and back toward the door. You attempt to dig your heels down when he begins to push you in the direction of the door, but you're truly no match for his strength. Stupid volleyball training.
"Kuroo," You voice your protests, attempting to swat at his hands in order to get him to release you. Once again, your attempts remain futile, "Let go of me!"
"No can do! As captain and manager, it's our job to be on time to every practice. What would our team do without us?" Kuroo shakes his head, clicking his tongue as if he's scolding you. He turns back to Kai and Yaku, flashing them a warning smile, daring them to say another word. Yaku merely watches on with an unamused look, while Kai holds a placid smile. There's extra sweetness in his voice as he practically chirps out, "Bring my stuff to the club room, will you?"
"I was on time!" You retort, not giving Kai nor Yaku a chance to respond to their exasperating captain as you send them a pointed look, all the while succumbing to your fate and allowing Kuroo to push you out of the classroom. After all, he did have a point. It probably wouldn't be long before Lev managed to push somebody's buttons (most likely Yamamoto’s) one too many times and ended up in hot water. "The only reason I'm not there right now is because I came looking for you guys!"
"Ah, now is not the time to deal blame, Y/N. Our juniors are waiting on us." Kuroo argues back, shaking his head as he removes one hand from your shoulder to slide the door shut behind the two of you. Still, Yaku and Kai face the door as the sound of your guys' bickering persists. It grows quieter and quieter with each passing moment, and it isn’t until they can no longer hear your guys' voices does Yaku glance away with a shake of his head.
"He's clueless." Yaku deadpans, glancing back down at his tie as he continues to work on untying it.
Kai nods, neatly folding his button-up before placing it in his bag. "Completely."
It was no secret that gen narumi and (last name) (name) are in a relationship. Though it was hard to believe on how much the two argue in every mission there is, break, everytime they had a argument. Seeing this the young soldier girl thought that their relationship might fall apart taking this as a chance.
She run up to him seeing him finish his work out not wanting to lose her so called chance on him.
"C- captain narumi!"
A soldiers voice made the dyed hair mans step stop as he looked back on who it was. He hums giving them a questioning glance, it was a girl a letter in her hand as she had a flustered expression. Opening her mouth she looked up at him, "c- can we please meet up the rooftop?" she asked tilting her head. Narumi furrowed his brows.
His eyes held disapproval as he looked at her, "you do know I have a girl right?" he asked tilting her head. The said soldier nods her head trembling slightly at his glare, "well.. yes.. but she wouldn't know.." she murmurs this made gen's frown deepen.
"And you think its okay because she wouldn't see?" he asked making her nod. Gen clicked his tongue and glared at her.
"Listen well, (name) (last name) will always be my woman,"
With that said, the said woman appeared. "Oi gen you stink go take a shower," she yells across the hallway as gen's eyes twitches looking back at where she was. "I know woman!"
Clicking his tongue another argument unfolded between the two, "dont you fucking dare come close to me gen narumi," she says stepping back seeing him get more closer to her.
"I do whatever I want!" he says tackling her as she runs away from him, "no get off! you stink!" you laughed trying to pry him away.
Meanwhile the girl that saw the scene crumbled her own love letter that was supposed to be given to gen narumi. Walking away with a heavy heart and a new lesson, even if they may seem like they do not love eachother. Do not go after them.