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[storiesbyastrocraft]

Three Months

Yandere!Hawks x Male Reader

Slow Burn?

No matter how slow, Hawks is a bit much-

Warnings : None yet

Hawks may be the youngest pro hero to reach the top ten, but y/n was the youngest reporter to cover any and everything hero.

Most reporters put on hero work were older and generally more experienced, but y/n had a certain way with words. He could bring you right alongside Best Jeanist in his most recent fight and could save the reputation of even Endeavor. His work was extremely popular with younger readers and would always attract a wave of fans for any hero he covered. Y/n knew he would have his work cut out for him after the hero rankings were announced. The world would be watching the hero’s and y/n would be their eyes. He had to be prepared for everything.

Of course, no amount of preparations could have had him ready for this.

The number two hero Hawks had once again taken the world by storm. This time y/n had to smooth things over.

“Three months is a bit excessive, isn’t it?”

Y/n stood at the top floor of one of the hero commission’s many buildings with the number two hero and the president of the commission.

“You’ll find it’s not the only excessive part of the job,” the president sighed. “If I could trust someone else with the job I would. Unfortunately, Hawks isn’t someone just anyone can deal with.”

Securing a story for the week could be hard enough, so having a guaranteed story for the next three months should be a dream come true.

Should be.

“Every move Hawks makes, every word he says, you report. No one else is allowed to comment on anything until you make the first move. You have legal dibs, per se. If you agree that is.”

It was phrased as a choice. An opportunity that was far too good to pass up.

Things were never that easy with the commission.

Heroes and reporters alike would have their titles stripped if they denied a request from the commission, let alone the president.

“I’d be all yours kid," Hawks flashed y/n his award winning smile, "no pressure.”

“This is no laughing matter, Hawks. Should he agree to this, your reputation is in his hands. Y/n could make or break you.”

She wasn’t wrong. People are easily pursued one way or the other. A story or two, a simple uncovered secret, and Hawks could go from number 2 to 200 in five seconds flat. It’s a deceptive amount of power.

“So why do it?” Y/n looked between the two, “I can see the benefit to me, but not to you.”

“We need someone to solidify Hawks’ place in the rankings. Should his public opinion drop so suddenly after the rankings have been announced the rest of the year would be… difficult to say the least.”

“I’m number two for a reason, have some faith in me!” Hawks laughed, throwing an arm over y/n. “You agree with me, right kid?”

“Three months?”

“Three months.”

[eaucian]

um, excuse you for writing this good-

and this is only the first part. pls sir, give me more things to read, but like, at your own pace of course ( ͡°⊖ ͡°)

[storiesbyastrocraft]

Bestie! I have great news!

The next part is up! (It’s kinda two parts if you squint 👀)

I also have another (possibly finished) story up and one I did for a request!

Until I get more stuff up you might enjoy those!

Or if you have something specific you’d like to see I am actually taking requests atm!

[eaucian]

i indeed squinted and read the two parts in a flash, now i am patiently sitting and waiting for more (≖ᴗ≖✿)

and oaefoaef thank you for the content, i shall wait for more of this story and enjoy those other things you've written!

[storiesbyastrocraft]

Three Months

Yandere!Hawks x Male Reader

Slow Burn?

No matter how slow, Hawks is a bit much-

Warnings : None yet

Hawks may be the youngest pro hero to reach the top ten, but y/n was the youngest reporter to cover any and everything hero.

Most reporters put on hero work were older and generally more experienced, but y/n had a certain way with words. He could bring you right alongside Best Jeanist in his most recent fight and could save the reputation of even Endeavor. His work was extremely popular with younger readers and would always attract a wave of fans for any hero he covered. Y/n knew he would have his work cut out for him after the hero rankings were announced. The world would be watching the hero’s and y/n would be their eyes. He had to be prepared for everything.

Of course, no amount of preparations could have had him ready for this.

The number two hero Hawks had once again taken the world by storm. This time y/n had to smooth things over.

“Three months is a bit excessive, isn’t it?”

Y/n stood at the top floor of one of the hero commission’s many buildings with the number two hero and the president of the commission.

“You’ll find it’s not the only excessive part of the job,” the president sighed. “If I could trust someone else with the job I would. Unfortunately, Hawks isn’t someone just anyone can deal with.”

Securing a story for the week could be hard enough, so having a guaranteed story for the next three months should be a dream come true.

Should be.

“Every move Hawks makes, every word he says, you report. No one else is allowed to comment on anything until you make the first move. You have legal dibs, per se. If you agree that is.”

It was phrased as a choice. An opportunity that was far too good to pass up.

Things were never that easy with the commission.

Heroes and reporters alike would have their titles stripped if they denied a request from the commission, let alone the president.

“I’d be all yours kid," Hawks flashed y/n his award winning smile, "no pressure.”

“This is no laughing matter, Hawks. Should he agree to this, your reputation is in his hands. Y/n could make or break you.”

She wasn’t wrong. People are easily pursued one way or the other. A story or two, a simple uncovered secret, and Hawks could go from number 2 to 200 in five seconds flat. It’s a deceptive amount of power.

“So why do it?” Y/n looked between the two, “I can see the benefit to me, but not to you.”

“We need someone to solidify Hawks’ place in the rankings. Should his public opinion drop so suddenly after the rankings have been announced the rest of the year would be… difficult to say the least.”

“I’m number two for a reason, have some faith in me!” Hawks laughed, throwing an arm over y/n. “You agree with me, right kid?”

“Three months?”

“Three months.”

[eaucian]

um, excuse you for writing this good-

and this is only the first part. pls sir, give me more things to read, but like, at your own pace of course ( ͡°⊖ ͡°)

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HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE

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the first post ever on tumblr

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I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK

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WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK

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World Heritage Post

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like actually though. i’m in AWE of the notecount.

[eaucian]

★ until sunrise, until sunset

impt. alpha!bokuto x gn!omega!reader

sum. watching bokuto work so well with children makes you think about some things

wc. 985

w. thoughts about babies (?) — just babies in general lol — pls tell me if there’s something else i should put a warning for because i’m not sure on this one :(

n. this is technically apart of a small series-like work of mine that is alpha!bokuto x omega!male!reader BUT can totally be read as stand alone as the drabbles that follow after are gender-neutral (meaning no pronouns are mentioned). i have been gone for a while and uuh this is what ya get for now, i’msosorryyy-

you can find the other parts below

out in the garden ► main work

in the morning light ► drabble

The Nursery was something that always called to you. And sure, Omega’s were normally inclined to feel parental—especially over young children—but you never liked to see it as simply instinct.

You liked to think you went there for the atmosphere, the idea of spending time with kids who needed those parental figures, and babies who needed skin on skin. 

You would tell no one that you thought the babies were adorable. You’d seen some of them grow up, how could you not? 

Though to be fair, growing up meant they were about four or five now, though they’d grown nonetheless. 

This wasn’t the first time you went to the Nursery with Bokuto. Far from it actually, since you’d dragged him there so many times he’d come to like it as well. No matter what was going on, there would be an open spot on one day of the week to visit the Nursery. 

That day happened to be today. 

“Are you ready Bo?” You asked, practically bouncing with the excitement to get going. 

“I’m always ready for you,” he said, walking to your side and placing a kiss to your temple. 

Normally you’d be accompanied by other people, either guards or something of the like, but now that you and Bokuto had mated. He really didn’t want anyone there but him. Being freshly mated made that feeling much worse. Though again the word ‘freshly’ was used lightly; it’d been almost a month since you’d mated. 

Bokuto still spent every second he could with you and shared every chaste kiss as well.

The love he felt for you was all-consuming, like a raging fire you had no chance of putting out. It was a lovely thing to receive, and a lovely thing for Bokuto to give.

“Good,” you told him cheerfully, a smile on your face. You grabbed his hand and began walking.

The Nursery wasn’t very far from the castle you spent much of your time in, it was barely outside of it’s walls in a neighboring town. 

Florere was a sweet little town, a close enough walking distance that you used to visit it as a child and continued visiting.

And with the Nursery being so close it made the walk there short and pleasant enough to enjoy, as the way there was filled with beautiful flora (and fauna). But because of this, you also found yourself arriving too quickly to thoroughly enjoy those aspects of the path. 

You greeted a Nurse at the entrance, it was large and consisted of multiple buildings, a courtyard in the center where the pups could play around in. 

You were always made to wash up before going to the section specifically where the newborns and slightly older babies were kept. 

Bokuto followed along, cheeks rosy for a reason unknown to you. You found you could never get enough of seeing him blush so beautifully. You gave him a small kiss to the cheek before a Nurse who knew you well handed over an impossibly small bundle, introducing him as Taiyo.

He cuddled up to your chest, yawning as his eyes fluttered slightly open. They were a light brown you knew would shine golden in the sun. He closed them soon enough and you only had the ability to smile down at the little boy in your arms. He had fallen asleep quickly in your arms.

When looking up you caught Bokuto staring at you, affection the only emotion etched on his face.

You whispered now, “Do you want to hold him?”

You asked this every time you came to the Nursery, though normally he would do this while the baby was awake and alert. 

“But, he’s sleeping,” he responded, struck out of his stupor and looking at you pleadingly. Bokuto didn’t want to wake the baby up, he would definitely feel guilty if it were to happen.

You had to hold in a chuckle at the look on his face. “As long as you're gentle, he should stay sleeping, Bo. It’ll be fine, I promise you. When have I ever broken a promise?” You told him gently, walking closer to be by his side.

“Never,” he said, still looking at the baby anxiously. He was just so small, and asleep, Bokuto didn’t want to disrupt anything.

“C’mon, it will take one second and then he’ll be all comfy with you instead,” you smiled at him. 

Bokuto grumbled extremely quietly before sticking his arms out and motioning for you to swap over. Your smile grew and you did so gently, guiding him to a small rocking chair kept in the corner of the room. He sat, obeying your small pushes in its direction and put his attention on the baby in his arms. 

Taiyo squirmed at how this new bed felt for him, but he quickly adjusted to the feel of Bokuto’s chest instead of yours and settled again. He was so small, and his features were all scrunched in sleep he almost looked grumpy. Bokuto couldn’t help the big smile that overtook his features. 

Normally this would seem strange, to be so happy at holding someone else’s pup, a child that should’ve had parents to look after them, but Bokuto could only think of how precious he was.

It was even stranger for you to look at him and think that you wanted it. You wanted to build a family with him, and though you’d talked about it before, you hadn’t brought up the topic of having children in a while. 

But now, with the sight right in front of you, the idea of having children with your Alpha certainly sounded pleasing.

And perhaps that day would come soon. But for now, seeing Bokuto, your mate, your universe — you knew everything would work out the way it was supposed to.

It was impossible for otherwise to happen, after all. 

Anything done with Bokuto by your side felt right.

[eaucian]

i barely see any male reader blogs so i always have to resort to desperate measures and read fem reader ones pretending it's omegaverse or smt lol. i just found ur acc and i've been binge reading for the past 10 minutes. i seriously like the way you write sm lol it makes me feel giddy

hnnnn, thank you!!! i’m glad you like reading the stuff i write then, i’m happy to provide the male reader inserts you look for!! and haha i’m sorry i don’t have too much content for you to consume yet, but ahhhh, i’ll write more dwwww. it makes me giddy that i somehow make you feel giddy :))

[eaucian]

I'm back!! Let me just say you're such a good writer and your talent is over the top! You deserve every single praise and compliment because you create such beautiful handiworks. Always do your best in writing!!

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🌻 anon!!!

You always manage to brighten my day :))

Thank you for the compliments!!! I really appreciate it and I'm glad you like my writing!! I'll do my best to keep doing it!

But hahaaa, I'm serious when I say thank you ♡

[eaucian]

Can.....can we get a part two to that sad Oikawa story? Maybe he finally admits to his shit behavior or Akira finds out because she deserves it. Like Reader doesn't have to go back to Oikawa but at least they could attempt at being friends again or something. Please? 🥺 👉🏽👈🏽

★ in which love is lost and friendship gained

impt. (past) oikawa x m!reader

sum. after much debate, you decide to break the truth to akira and hope everything goes well from then on. you end up being dragged into a conversation labeled The Friendship Talk, where everything just might work out

wc. 2,422 (2.4k)

w. mentions of cheating — some cursing

n. technically this is a part three but eoehfe- here it is!! i am currently debating doing a part four lol. i wanna give our reader a love interest but who do y’all want to get with??? send a request plsss, but also if anyone wants, i may just do multiple characters and y’all get to choose who you get with, gotta have everyone covered ;)

PART ONE — PART TWO

Your original plan never exactly made it as far as where you were now.

Which was on the phone with Akira, trying your best to break the news that she was in fact—not Oikawa’s only relationship which lasted almost all the way through high school.

The fact being, you had both been cheated on. The thing was you didn’t know who Oikawa had even gotten with first. But you or her, Oikawa just didn’t seem to care.

And apparently, that was very hard to put into words.

You had called her before, talked about everyday things and ultimately chickened out at the last minute at telling her the truth.

You’d never been able to say anything about it to her.

But today you were determined to tell her.

So you were putting the building blocks together in your mind, willing yourself to get it right this time. You had to get it right this time, it wasn’t fair to Akira if she didn’t even know what Oikawa did.

Since it had been quite clear he never had the guts to tell her about it himself.

You were bidding your goodbyes at the end of yet another phone call with Akira and something in you became just a bit too courageous.

“Do you think we could meet up later this week?”

You met in a small park, the sunny atmosphere hardly helping out with how anxious you were. The whole way there all you could think about was how to phrase everything you were going to say, but that didn’t do anything to help you feel more comfortable. You’d hoped it would, but of course it hadn’t.

Not even planning helped, of course it hadn’t.

You clutched at the end of your shirt sleeves as you sat next to her, a drink given to you by Akira settled next to you on the empty park bench.

It was silent for the most part, only birds and the few other inhabitants of the park providing some sort of background noise.

Akira glanced over at you, taking a sip of her drink and swallowing it before addressing you, “Something wrong?” She asked, with a crease between her brows.

You, in turn, glanced over at her and managed to say, “I’m fine.”

She hummed, taking another sip from her drink before saying, “I don’t think so [y/n]. Come on,” she said, slightly dragging out the word ‘on’. “You can tell me, I’m here to listen.’

You sighed and somehow managed to smile at how shamelessly kind she was. Because she would listen. You knew her enough to know she wasn’t lying about that.

“You. . . you care about Oikawa, don’t you?” You asked, not knowing how to start this.

She tilted her head at you before slowly nodding, “Of course I do.”

“And did he ever mention anything about, well, past relationships or anything like that?” You were looking eye to eye now, and it felt oddly necessary to keep that eye contact going. d

“. . .Well he mentioned he’d dated someone before, but that’s about it,” she answered, looking at you like maybe the way the conversation was steering was a joke. “Why?”

“I just- I thought you should know that Oikawa and I were dating in our first year.”

“But we, me and Oikawa were dating our first year, I-“ She cut herself off, coming to the realization of what had actually happened. “He was dating the both of us.” Her words sounded buried and quiet under the ruckus of the park.

“Yes,” you confirmed, though you doubted it needed a spoken confirmation.

“And I didn’t know,” she said, finally looking away from you, instead focusing on something in the distance.

It could’ve been the dog that was being chased by a clumsy toddler only feet away, or it could’ve been nothing at all.

“Do you think he ever really loved me?”

You responded hesitantly, “What?”

“Oikawa,” she specified, “Do you think he ever loved me?”

You didn’t respond for a second, your mouth stuck open in what to say because how could you tell her if a man you hadn’t seen in years had loved her?

“Akira, I don’t,” you paused for a breath, “I don’t think I’m the one you should be asking that question to.” When she looked over at you, eyes pleading you continued, it wasn’t like you had planned to stop, she just pushed you to continue faster.

“But I think, by all accounts, that he cares about you. Even if it isn’t the same love you have for him, I can tell he adores you.”

Because he did, Oikawa adored Akira in every aspect of the word. You could tell by everything he did for her, the small and big things Akira relished in telling you about over the phone.

And sometimes, though you regretted admitting it, you wondered if he would’ve done the same for you if he hadn’t cheated. If you hadn’t caught him.

Her eyes glossed over when she looked at you.

And you couldn’t exactly tell for what reason they did.

It wasn’t until a few days later when you received a call from Akira. It started with the usual talk about your days, and how you both were doing. It only seemed strange to you because Akira hadn’t mentioned the whole ‘Oikawa thing’ since the park.

Not even once. Or at least not until she began talking in a higher nervous pitch than her normal speech.

“So, is there any chance-“ she stops to laugh and by going off of everything you know about nervousness, that laugh of hers sounds exceptionally anxious, “Any chance at all that you might be free at the end of this week?”

“Akira, what’s going on?”

To your question, something comes from the other side of the phone sounding more like mumbles than anything else.

“Akira.” You say her name firmly now, there was no way she would get away with hiding something from you.

You hear her say something that distinctly sounds like, “Oh, alright!” Before she actually responds.

“I want to talk with both Oikawa and you. I know you two don’t have a good relationship, believe me, I get that but-“

“Akira, there are no-“

“But, I talked with him and we broke up, on good enough terms and now I’m kinda stringing you in on the whole friendship talk.”

She sounded utterly satisfied with herself.

You begin your counterattack slowly, “Like I was saying, there are no ‘buts’ here Akira. Why do you have to invite me to have this ‘friendship talk’ with you anyways?”

She sighs so heavily you can hear it clear as day through the phone, “Want me to be honest?” You open your mouth to say something snappy but before a peep can even come out, Akira continues, “He feels guilty. I know, I know you probably couldn’t care less and I mean I also kinda feel like shit cause I didn’t know I was a part of what hurt you-“

At that you really want to interrupt. You thought to tell her, You didn’t know, how could you have been to blame?

Instead you hold your tongue.

“But I can see he wants to make it right. Apologize, make amends, whatever you want to call it. He just wants his friend back. He wants you back.”

You find yourself biting your lip at the words. Actually taking into consideration her reasoning.

But most importantly, you find yourself breaking.

“Alright. One chance is all he gets, okay? That’s it, nothing more, nothing less,” you seem to deflate as you speak. Perhaps you’ll regret this decision when the time comes to actually talk. Or maybe by some god forsaken miracle, it’ll work out.

Akira chants a bright and shrilling, “Yes!” Before she jumbles up her words and gets to telling you when and where you’ll meet.

As it turns out, you’ll be meeting at their apartment. Or really Akira’s apartment now since Oikawa is due to move out sometime soon. That part of the conversation wasn’t exactly clear.

On the day where you have the Friendship Talk, you manage to dress yourself with a more or less clear head.

The only thing being that you got ready to leave a good hour and a half before you were actually supposed to meet. So the pit in your stomach only seemed to grow as time ticked by.

Glancing at the clock hanging from your wall from time to time, you couldn't help but start to wonder if the damn thing needed a change of batteries because, why is it moving that slow?

When the clock is bordering on telling you there’s about thirty minutes left, you leave for Akira’s apartment.

You’d like to think you don’t appear as shaken as you feel when you knock on the door.

Four small little taps done by your fist as you wait jittery on the doorstep. This wasn’t a big deal right?

As long as Oikawa doesn’t answer the door, everything will be fin-

You hear the door begin to unlock and focus on the noise of it instead of what lies behind the closed door.

And by all hell, you can barely keep your smile in place as familiar brown hair pops out of the door frame before you can notice anything else.

The atmosphere almost tenses immediately. You mumble an absentminded greeting as Oikawa opens the door fully, inviting you inside with timid words and gestures.

You enter already feeling like you’ve messed up something.

Akira comes walking out seconds later, her dark hair done up in a ponytail.

She smiles and greets you warmly, the heaviness in your chest momentarily lifted through her infectious nonchalance.

You take the feeling like it’s a saving grace for as long as the opportunity presents itself.

But of course, the feeling doesn’t last as you get settled into a chair with Oikawa and Akira sitting across from you.

You feel like you’re about to be scolded by your parents with the way you’re all sitting.

Akira is the one who speaks first, all positive wording.

“So,” she begins, tone light and impossibly airy. She seems completely unbothered by the tension encircling you all as if you were animals in a cage. Well, that’s what you feel like, an animal in a cage but by the looks of it Akira is one of the kids here to look at you. Oikawa was just dragged along.

“If we wanna get the ball rolling I think some sincere apologies should be in order,” her gaze slid toward Oikawa not so discreetly.

Oikawa’s mouth helplessly opened, and you could tell he was nervous. There was no way he wasn’t, you knew that under the table he was probably fidgeting with his hands and tapping his feet. You didn’t even have to check and look to know that. It hurt that you still knew him so well. It felt like you’d been forgotten by him already.

“[Y/n],” he said, and maybe your name coming from his mouth didn’t hurt as much this time, but it was still strange. “I know that I fucked us up a long time ago, and I really am sorry with everything I’m worth. I’m so sorry I never broke it off, with you or Akira,” his chocolate brown eyes look over to Akira and you realize he probably feels terrible about leaving Akira in the dark for so long.

You really know he’s guilty when the nervous demeanor around him deflates into nothing. He cracks.

“I should’ve known better than to string either of you along. I should’ve said something or at least apologized years ago, but I was young and a coward. I hope it’s not too late to apologize, I really am sorry [y/n]. I don’t know exactly how much I hurt you but I know I did, and I can’t take it back even though you’re preciou- even though you’re important to me.”

He meets your eyes and squeezes them shut just a moment before regarding you with a hesitant smile. And he’s trying not to break further under your own unwavering gaze.

You study him; look over all the features of his you loved years ago, ones you hadn’t seen for such a long time only to have him sat in front of you in broad daylight. It’s a strange feeling having to deal with it right now, when he’s in front of you wound up tight and anxious. It almost feels like this is unfair to him, because you know he's under a lot of pressure right now. More specifically, he’s under your pressure.

You’re the one who gets to decide where this goes, if you accept his apology, if this burning feeling of dislike for him can change into a liking. A friendship.

It dawns on you that you’re the one in control. Fully in control really, because if you say no that’s the end of it and you leave and never talk to him again. But you can feel that desire to get to know him again, to make sure the facts you do know are still true.

Maybe you want to get to know the Oikawa you had first fallen for again.

Your breath catches as you open your mouth to speak, “It was a really shitty thing you did, Oikawa. You shouldn’t have kept it from Akira and I, you’re right about that,” if possible the man across from you only tenses up more. And out of the corner of your eye you see Akira sitting silently in anticipation. “But thank you for finally apologizing,” the tension in your body begins to leak away as you say the words, “Even though it’s a late apology, a really late one, I’m glad you finally had the guts to say it.”

His eyes are looking at yours, it feels like forever since you looked into them and didn’t mind the way you felt when they did.

A quiet sigh leaves your mouth before you continue with a shrug of your shoulders, “And maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if we got to know each other again. A chance is a chance, and I said I’d give you this one.”

His hesitant smile grows slightly, only enough to become a real one, albeit small.

“So don’t fuck it up,” you tell him, crossing your arms over your chest.

He nods his head, almost child-like.

“I won’t—I promise I won’t.”

[eaucian]

y’all nuh uh. there’s no way 200 people follow this blog nooo-

really????

i feel special right now, thank you for all the love and pls pls babes, idk what to do :,)

would y’all want an event, prompts and stuff? cause ya know, i could arrange that ;)

in fact, i’d be happy to arrange that

gimme feedback, let me know

but in all seriousness, aside from if y’all want an event, thank you! you cannot begin to imagine how it feels to have that many people follow this blog and actually like what gets posted, so thank you

i appreciate each and every one of you ♥

[gluten-free-pussy]

I was high off my ass last night and had this dream where I was in this dense ass forest and sitting there was a tall woman. She was so tall I couldn’t see her face but she was wearing gold and I was like “uh…hi?” And she said “I made you, do you know that?” And I nodded and she was like “I hear your thoughts. Why do you hate my creation? Why do you try to destroy yourself? I made you perfect as you are. Please don’t break my heart”. Then she started crying and it flooded and I woke up with fucking heart palpitations like what does it Mean™️????

[animution11]

[royalhans]

polar opposite of this post

[hrmsketches]

inspiration struck and would not let me go until i drew this

[eaucian]

★ you look too pretty

impt. x m!reader

wc. 435

w. i don’t think there are any lol — just ur outstanding beauty (˵ ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°˵)ﾉ⌒♡*:･。.

n. btw are y’all heavy sleepers cause i AM, i don’t wake up once i’m out. really though, it’s like i’m straight up dead, so don’t mind me out here lookin like i’m in a coma when i sleep

PART ONE

when your wakatoshi comes home from a long day of practice, one that tires him out more than normal, haru comes out to greet him, he gives the girl scratches and affection before you call out his name, having heard the door open.

today was no exception.

you always make sure to be home by the time ushijima’s done with practice, marriage had done everything but dull the feeling of loving him.

but tonight ushijima comes home late and he finds you passed out on the couch in your living room, the light from the tv in front of you reflecting on your face.

you’re knocked out on your side, clutching at a pillow while your head rests on another. ushijima doesn’t miss how you’re wearing one of his sweaters.

he comes in as quietly as he can and puts away everything he’s brought with him. including some food for you which will wait patiently for tomorrow. afterwards he takes a second to admire you.

because you obviously have no right to look this beautiful when you sleep, so why are you that beautiful?

ushijima thinks he won’t ever get the answer, though he does think it should be illegal to look so gorgeous all the time like you manage to do.

sometimes he can’t help but stare at you and when he finally catches your eye you smile and practically glow and no; ushijima will never get tired of that smile of yours.

but other times he stares when you're not awake, and he can’t really choose which way he likes to look at you most. but he takes every opportunity to study every little part of you he can, he finds it entertains him way too much.

soon enough though, he realizes it’s much later from the time that he’d gotten home to now. so he shuts off the tv and wrestles the pillow from between your arms so he can take you into his own.

no matter what, he’s always been able to carry you, and frankly the weight of you in his arms is always comforting.

he passes haru in the hallway, finding her passed out just as you are and only gives her a sincere pat of hello before moving to your bedroom.

he tucks you in under the sheets and squeezes himself in next to you.

he holds you close and feels you wrap yourself around him like a koala as he kisses your forehead.

“love you,” he mumbles against your temple.

ushijima wakatoshi doesn’t think he can sleep without you anymore, not a chance of it at all.

[eaucian]

★ the love runs deep

impt. x m!reader

wc. 383

w. marriage — mention of unspecified animal

ushijima wakatoshi loves to talk about you.

it’s not like he talks about you all the time, no absolutely not. he just... does whenever he gets the chance to, really.

but of course that’s not all the time, right?

he most certainly does not talk about you when he has practice with the schweiden adlers.

of course not.

that is not what he is doing at this very moment while you’re not with him. absolutely not.

he most certainly does not talk about you when he-

“so, how’s the husband?” a teammate of his asks after a fairly well practice match.

ushijima basically lights up like a christmas tree. whether its anywhere near christmas or not.

“he’s doing good the last time i checked in,” wakatoshi supplied.

“ah, anything else going on then?”

“i like to believe he misses me, as he’s said so, but everything’s good. a lot of working and appeasing my parents though,” ushijima admits.

you had moved fairly close to ushijima’s family when you’d gotten married—though being fairly close meant being about a two hour drive to visit ushijima’s parents.

nicolas, the one who’d edged on one of ushijima’s favorite pastimes, laughs at that, patting the man on the shoulder.

“i feel slightly bad for that,” your husband mumbles, which only makes nicolas laugh harder.

“well, i’m sure he can handle it if he can handle you everyday when we’re off,” nicolas winks ushijima’s way and though he thinks nicolas may have meant something different; he nods.

“i know he can,” ushijima says.

the conversation continues throughout their break and ushijima tries his hardest to include you in it; any way he finds he can slip in a note about you, he does.

making sure to mention how well you treat wakatoshi and how you care far too much about your (properly known as you and ushijima’s) pet, haru.

how you’re probably, no scratch that, how you are the most handsome man ushijima knows to this day.

and he definitely doesn’t forget to mention how much he loves you, and just how lucky he is that you love him just the same and more.

perhaps ushijima wakatoshi does like talking about you.

or maybe you’re just something so perfect he needs to talk about you.

nah, it’s probably both.

PART TWO

[eaucian]

That was very amazing thank you so much for writing it <3

aofhaeif, thank you!!!

i'm glad it was good <33

thank you for liking it yourself (´ω｀*)

[eaucian]

Oh okay thanks for the clarification:) If that's the case may I request iwaizumi Hajime x chubby male reader and whether its a scenario or hc's is completely up to you, the same goes for if its sfw, nsfw, or both. As for a plot I'm usually not the most creative but what I do have in mind is possibly angst where the reader doubts their relationship with Hajime due to the difference in body types and then some reassurance/comforting (and if you choose to do nsfw as well I lt would be after that). That's all I got, have an amazing day and thank you for writing this<3

★ to have iwaizumi's love

impt. iwaizumi hajime x chubby!m!reader

sum. iwaizumi really just thinks you're a great catch. the saying 'many fish in the sea' stops at you because he loves you, including your body—maybe especially your body ;)

w. teeny tiny bit of body insecurity — overall angsty feel — tiny tiny bit of nsfw at the end — i use the word tummy maybe twice at most! (plsdonotjudgemeforthat).

n. the drabble made this post long- umm, hello anon! i hope i did your request justice and that you like it, thank you for requesting and i hope you're doing okay!! ily very much <33

★ sfw

◉ i fully believe iwaizumi is up for cuddles

◉ now here's the thing- he likes to deny that he likes loves cuddling with you. but you and i both know that aint the truth bby

◉ cause he fucking loves it, he loves having your body against his and loves how you fit/feel against him

◉ and honestly HONESTLY this boy worships the floor you walk on. and that's it, that's the bullet point. cause he just does

◉ this man tho, i don’t think he’s too into pet names, but! instead of pet names he‘ll call you by compliments

◉ for example if he needs you to come from somewhere or smth he will call you by saying: gorgeous, handsome, beautiful, lovely and MORE

◉ and babyyy, you best BET- this boy smothersss you in affection when you decide to dress up

◉ especially if it's for him, if ya catch my drift ;)

◉ *ahem* i shall continue.

◉ y'all go out somewhere and you're wearing something that makes you look handsome and doesn't hide your natural body. this boy wishes he could do something then and there. he fucking WISHES y'all were home instead of some restaurant or smth

◉ but, instead he'll just take your hand, arm, or walk right next to you and bask in your beauty. cause that's all poor iwa can do in the literal middle of a street :(

◉ sorry sorry but he loves your tummy

◉ like fr tho, he loves it, idk why he just does

◉ he's a stomach guy-

◉ he just likes soft bellies :))

◉ now if you ever feel insecure about even ONE thing about your body, he will do everything to make you feel better. even if only like 0.0000001% better

◉ literally anything

+

iwaizumi knew that look on your face. to be honest, he knew most of your tells. he'd basically studied each and every part of you he could manage to, because he just could.

most of the time he felt grateful you loved him. it felt like a miracle sometimes. which is why he hated seeing that look on your face.

today hadn't exactly been a good day, so to speak, for either of you.

it was gloomy and it ended up raining, leaving you both cold and unwilling to leave the house for anything.

so instead you'd cuddled up and done nothing, or at least tried to do nothing, but the gloominess of the day had begun to catch up with you and suddenly you found yourself thinking far too deeply about iwaizumi.

more than normal, of course. but it wasn't a good kind of thinking about iwaizumi, it was the one where you thought he deserved someone better than you.

and for a while you managed to hide the thoughts bubbling up in your head, but eventually iwaizumi caught on.

because he always caught on. sometimes you wanted to curse him for it.

so instead he sat you both down where you'd normally eat and brought our your favorite drink, placing in front of you and taking a seat next to you.

he bumped your shoulder to break the silence, "what's going on in that gorgeous head of yours?" the room is silent except for the hushed volume of the tv in the room adjacent to the one you're in.

you look at him with a tiny glare before huffing and taking a sip of your drink. you found it didn't taste as appealing as usual and put it down instead.

you simply shook your head in response.

he made sounds of objection to that response himself. "i know you too well, you can't lie to me," he says.

he kisses your face, a small and light trail from the temple of your head down to your jaw and you just huff some more, knowing you'll crack. you were weak in many aspects when it came to iwaizumi. normally you quite liked that, but during conversations like these was when you hated it.

"i just," you started, frowning and looking away from iwaizumi, favoring the drink you'd abandoned. "i feel like i'm not good enough for you, right now," you admitted quietly. the words felt hard to say out loud.

you weren't looking at iwaizumi's face but you could imagine the way his eyebrows knit together and his lips draw in tight whenever something turns sour.

he grabbed your face by the chin, turning your head so he could look at you and you were quickly proven right in the way his face looked just as you had imagined.

you really didn't want to look him in the eyes, but iwaizumi had his ways to have you actually confront him about something that's been bothering you.

his question sounded simple, “why?” he sounded so sincere and caring and—loving, like he really wanted to know. because he did want to know.

“you. . .” you contemplate giving him the truth. the actual thoughts that had been muddling up your head all day. “you deserve someone who’s attractive, and- and beautiful like you.”

his frown deepens then, and all he does is look you in the eye—all you can do is look right back.

“believe me when i say this,” he says quietly, as if speaking too loud would break the atmosphere around you two. “you are the only person i’d ever want. i don’t care if you think we don't match. all i care about is how you feel about yourself and how much you care, okay?

“whatever you say, you have a big ass heart in there, and i’m not letting you leave it locked up. you give your love to me more than i could ask for, and i love you for you, not what other people think, because to me; you are perfect,” he says every word firmly. “i just want you to think the same thing, because you deserve to believe in yourself.”

he presses a kiss to your cheek and rubs across the top of your hand with his thumb, and you think about how you didn’t even notice him take it when you look down to see you’ve intertwined your fingers with his unconsciously.

“you are beautiful.”

he sings it like a mantra and you lean your head on his shoulder and break down just a little. the position makes his words louder beside your ear and you wish you had the confidence in your voice to not break to say thank you.

and then, you think that he’s doing this because he knows it. iwaizumi was many things, and a liar was definitely not one of them.

★ nsfw

◉ just think for a bit- about all the possibilities given to you when being iwaizumi’s boyfriend

◉ just think

◉ allow yourself to soak in all the glory of his hands over you body and his lips nipping at your thighs and how he’d probably have the sheer confidence to look you straight in the eyes as he teases your cock and grips at your sides to keep you steady

◉ because i’m very much thinking about this

◉ and this boy lovess your thighs: he loves how soft they are and how the marks he leaves there are something only you and he will know about

◉ he loves the way he can hold your love handles and keep you at bay if he (and you, consent is important gente!) decides today’s a good day for foreplay and teasing

◉ sex is good with iwaizumi and no one can tell me otherwise

◉ you got an ass?? he loves it

◉ you have literally any skin he can grip onto, huh???? do you??

◉ cause you will leave bruises on that skin. he will grip your sides, or your ass, and you will have bruises by morning because of the sheer fucking strength he uses

◉ so yeah, he fucking loves you and your body :))

◉ finité bby ;)

[eaucian]

Hello:) I'm wondering if you were able to receive my request because sometimes tumblr decides to hate me and not send it in

if you were the anon asking about specific body types then yes! i got your ask and it's in the works <33

it should be out soon ;)

[eaucian]

I have a quick question about requests, are you able to write for certain body types?

yes! so if that's something you want i'd be happy to do so.

i hope this clears that up, but i'll also add this to the rules post, thank you for asking (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

[eaucian]

Waaaah you did it again!! You've exceeded my expectations!! So here i am requesting to do a part 2 of cheater! oikawa x male reader, but the next song will be olivia rodrigo's deja vu! Oikawa reminiscing how he felt more complete and loved with the reader, how the reader gave everything yet he failed to give back the love the reader deserved. I'm so angsty idk why kskakdahhahaja ily too! 🌻

★ it's getting hard to let go

impt. (past) oikawa x m!reader

sum. oikawa’s doing some very hard thinking about the past. he misses your love, he misses it even though he knows there’s no chance he’ll ever get it back

wc. 1,449 (1.4k)

w. talk of cheating — umm angst in general (??) — just a lil bit of language — and some very sad oikawa :(

n. 🌻 annonn!!!! you really get me in my feels, ya know that bby??? cause danngg, i am itching for more of this now and there may or may mot be a part three in the works already but SHHHH about thAt- thank you for requesting thooo, i hope i did this justice and that you enjoy it, even though she real angsty now :,))

PART ONE

“Have you ever thought about the future?”

Your voice caught Oikawa off guard. He was too busy staring at you, caught up in the features of your face.

“‘Course I have,” he replied automatically.

“No, I mean the future, like twenty years from now, like when we’ll be old and shit,” you specify, smiling yourself silly looking at him.

“Sometimes, yeah.”

“What do you think will happen by then?” You maneuvered yourself into his lap, straddling him as the sun set behind your back.

Your hands were braced on his shoulders and he sat up from his lying down position so he could hold them.

“You know I don’t normally think that far ahead,” he smirked.

You hummed, “Maybe it’s time to start.”

“Oh yeah? Why should I, huh?” He buried his face in your neck, kissing experimentally at your skin.

You laughed at him.

And he loved hearing your laugh.

“Hm,” you moved a hand to tap at your chin, making you pull away from Oikawa so he couldn’t kiss at your neck anymore.

The pout on his face made you stifle another laugh.

“Cause you’re gonna be stuck with me for a while, Tooru,” you joked. “Thinking we should start making plans about what we’ll do other than this,” you nodded your head at your position to make a point.

Oikawa felt an itch in the back of his mind, like this wasn’t a conversation he should be having with you yet.

“Really?” He raised his eyebrows, his smile never failing.

You made a very satisfied expression, nodding your head along with it.

“Well we’ve still got some time,” he said, flipping you guys over on the grass, making him be over you now. A perfect place for him to kiss you senseless.

That shuts you up quickly. Making you laugh every time he went away from your lips and kissed your face or elsewhere.

Oikawa didn’t want this to end.

He didn’t want to lose you.

He didn’t want to see you walk away.

He didn’t-

Oikawa sprung up in bed.

He sat there bracing his hands behind him, breathing deeply, his chest heaving in and out.

A rhythm he had to tell himself to follow. In, now out. In and out, again and again.

His breathing steadied and he looked over to his left; where Akira slept soundly. None the wiser to Oikawa’s dreams.

God he missed you.

And he shouldn’t, he knew he shouldn’t but you made him feel for the first time in so long during high school.

Why did you have to make him feel?

He looked over to his right side instead of Akira now. The clock on his bedside told him it was only a little past six in the morning.

He wouldn’t be going to sleep now. And it wasn’t like he had work anyways, it was the weekend and there was no point in trying to sleep again.

Oikawa didn’t really want to dream about you either.

He got up from the bed, throwing the sheets off of himself and swinging his feet over the edge.

He went to the bathroom, staring long and hard at his own face. Letting out a long breath that made him feel like he’d been holding it ever since he’d woken up.

The brunette splashed some cold water on his face, willing it to wake him up—to snap him out of the daze he was in.

He couldn’t stop thinking about you. Not since he saw you only days ago at the mall.

It was like you were stuck in his head.

Actually, scratch that—you were stuck in his head.

He put on a clean shirt (because he felt a little clammy, and no, that was not comfortable) and made his way to the kitchen. Oikawa thought he may as well eat his sorrows away, right?

There was no way to take his mind off of you, whenever he did anything you would be the second thought to bounce around in his head.

He thought about how he at least should’ve loved you more when you were together.

You deserved that.

On the matter of his thoughts, he was thinking Akira deserved better now.

He couldn’t love her like he loved you. Oikawa couldn’t do that for a fact. But there was a nagging feeling that he wouldn’t be able to tell her what happened, he couldn’t do it with you years ago, how could he do it now?

Oikawa thought about when you found out. It wasn’t pretty.

It wasn’t a huge fight. But it was clear Oikawa was never going to win it.

There was no feeling like finding out the person you loved didn’t love you like you thought.

It broke you. The moment you went out to visit Oikawa. You thought it would be all lovey-dovey, the perfect surprise for him.

It was your anniversary after all.

A whole year.

A whole year of giving your attention and love to him.

And instead of finding the Oikawa you loved, you found him with a girl. A girl you didn’t know, someone you’d seen around sure, but you didn’t know her.

What’s worse is they were kissing, rather intimately actually. And all you could do was gape.

You couldn’t even say anything to him, just stand and eventually turn the way you came and leave.

The next day you were furious.

It was the weekend and you walked up to his house, seeing that he was alone, and knocked harshly on the door.

He opened it, his face smiling at you, only for it to weaken as he saw how serious yours looked.

“What the fuck?” You said first. And Oikawa looked perplexed.

“What?” He asked slowly.

“I ask again Oikawa, what the fuck?” His eyes widened now, you never called him by his last name. “Who were you with last night? And why do you not seem to care that I like you, a lot actually?”

“I- I don’t. . .” his arm on the door went limp, it was hanging by his side now.

“Please just-“ you paused looking up at him with shiny eyes now. “Can you just be honest with me once, Tooru?”

Your eyebrows were creased together and you were frowning at him.

Oikawa looked downcast. His mouth opened and closed while you stared at him

You licked your lips, your breath fanning across them made them feel dry. Or maybe you were just anxious.

“Look I just—I’ll make this easy on you, okay?” You looked him in the eyes and it took everything in Oikawa to not cower under your stare. “Have you been cheating on me, or- or her Oikawa?” Your voice was starting to break at the end of your words.

But you kept your stance, you couldn’t back down now, you had to know the truth.

It still took a while for Oikawa to respond, and when he did he preferred to look somewhere behind you rather than at you.

“It’s complicated [y/n], I never meant to-“

“Oikawa, you can’t just accidentally cheat on someone,” now you were the one sounding defeated.

You let out a deep sigh, shoulders sagging.

“I’m asking for two things now. Two and that’s it,” you told him. “Don’t bother with me anymore, it seems like you never really cared anyways. And tell her,” you said sternly.

“You fucking tell that girl that you were seeing two people cause that’s not fair to any of us. Especially to her now,” you look him in the eyes one last time before moving your gaze to the ground instead.

But with that you turned away, the second time from his house in two days, and left him standing in the doorway.

He watched you walk away.

Oikawa never did that second thing.

He realized he hadn’t even done the first one.

He hadn’t stayed away when you told him to, instead he’d tapped you on the shoulder and said ‘hi’ as if nothing had ever happened.

He needed some time to think.

And by now it was almost seven, so he grabbed a water bottle and jacket and left the apartment.

At least Oikawa left a note for when Akira woke up.

As Oikawa walked—to where, he didn’t know—he thought about how much you’d loved him.

How you’d put your all into showing it and how he would deflect it with sex or another topic of conversation. It was incredible how much and how long you’d loved him; especially now that he’d realized how badly he’d loved you back.

Oikawa wished the Earth were flat as he walked.

It’d make walking off the end of it much easier.

PART THREE