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she/her 24 not spoiler free

[comabite]

DSO golden boy

RE: Vendetta

[centrovvvaya]

"This time, it can be different."

[youre-dreaming-302]

[kimsuyeon]

SNAP (ft. sokodomo) Moon Sua + Siyoon

[l00106]

[121231212i]

Honkai: Star rail | The best way to start your morning

[evercelle]

bust... or maybe i'll take it all!

[firetrucks]

WAYV — SMTOWN LIVE 2024 : SMCU PALACE @TOKYO

[euneoia]

oh my god i love them so bad dude

[radarchives]

*solmare voice* and we will create a character that is so divorced single mother coded

[mygiorni]

Reunion

[mygiorni]

1.1 Ace day!

[nicedaybucky]

Karasuno 1st years

[haezen]

could i req zantetsu crushing on bllk’s manager? or just general hcs of him when he’s crushing on someone 💝💝

ofc i’ll write hc about our sweet himbo zantetsu, anon! hope ur doing well & here u go!

requests are open! check rules in my pinned post.

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When ZANTETSU develops a crush on his manager, he keeps it to himself for a while. 

He’s unsure of what he’s feeling and isn’t able to acknowledge that he likes you yet. He takes it upon himself to learn as much as he can about you before making a move; though, he does have a hard time remembering all the little details. So, Zantetsu watches you, admiring you from afar. Although he might not be the brightest mind out on the field, he sure is observant. And his observant nature translates to his life off the field too.

He'll overhear you talking about some drink you tried over the weekend and how much you wish you could have it again. He'll mentally make a note about it and all the little things about you, but somehow he manages to mix it all up in the process. Was your favorite color orange or blue? Gods, he can’t remember for the life of him.

He’ll ask you questions and you’ll answer them happily, explaining strategies or terms to him as needed. Zantetsu will soon begin to look forward to seeing you more than playing soccer.

Then, there’s this strange feeling in his chest when someone else has your attention. Zantetsu is strangely territorial. The ravenette’s usually calm demeanor is challenged when you give anybody who isn’t him attention; he wants to rush over and demand your attention because he wishes it was him that you smiled so brightly at. In moments like these, Zantetsu finds it extremely difficult to hold himself together. 

Some part of him wonders what all these feelings could mean while the other side urges him to ignore it. Despite his confusion, Zantetsu still tries his best to get close to you. He’ll start making small talk with you when he can and you chalk it up to him just being polite. 

Over time, what used to be painfully simple small talk turns into, “What are you doing this weekend?” or “Have you been eating well?” 

And there’s no forgetting the ever so popular inside joke the two of you have, “What's the meaning of life (Name)-?” To which you always respond, “I think you might be asking the wrong person, Zantetsu.”

And before you know it, you’re slowly becoming more and more invested in each other.

It was you who acted on your feelings first. You remember calling Zantetsu to the side after a practice game; he jogged over to you and offered you his full attention. Your eyes were busy looking at your clipboard, and you nervously adjusted the papers under the clip that held them to the plastic surface. 

“Zantetsu, would you be interested in going on a date with me?”

Color bloomed in his cheeks at your words and once you glanced up from your clipboard, he hid his surprise under a poorly disguised cough. 

“Uh-” He stuttered, adjusting his glasses with the gentle touch of his index finger, “I have to check my routine.”

“Your schedule?” You questioned, knowing Zantetsu mixes his words up. “Hmm, well, get back to me okay?” You smiled sweetly at him, the smile that he always wished was directed towards him, and he swore that he felt weak in the knees.

“(Name)?” Zantetsu calls as you were walking away. You turn to look at him and the usual steely, cold look in his eyes has suddenly gone soft.

“How about I pick you up at seven?” 

[lotldraws]

my favorite thing about reigen is this part

[haezen]

2:17 AM

“do you even know what time it is?!”

SHOYO is standing at your front door. 

his cheeks and nose are red from the cold and he’s covered in snow. there’s even snow stuck in his fluffy hair. his freezing cold hands are shoved deep into the pockets of the black coat he’s wearing— zipped up all the way as he tries to hide his mouth and chin under the collar of his shirt for warmth.

“hi.” he breathes out and you know you’re doomed.

because when he’s staring right back at you with stars in those big brown eyes of his and a sheepish smile on his beautiful face, you realize that it’s incredibly hard to be mad at SHOYO.

“what are you doing here?”

“s’wanted to see you.” he admits bashfully, looking at you through his eyelashes. he knows now, after months of unknowingly doing that—that this move will never fail to win you over.

“hurry up and get inside before i change my mind.” you grumble, moving to the side so he can squeeze past. in an instant, his eyes light up even brighter than before — if that’s even possible — and his smile is so wide that his eyes smile with him.

as you close and lock the door behind him, he’s already shrugging off his coat and hanging it up on the rack that’s hung up on the wall. you think that by the way he’s moving, he must’ve been wanting to come over all day. 

“you woke me up, y’know.” 

“oh, did i?” he asks, pretending to be sly about it. “i thought you’d be awake since you usually stay up so late.” he mutters out the side of his mouth while hastily untying his shoes. (he’s having a hard time because his fingers are numb from the cold)

“ok..well,” you cross your arms over your chest, watching as he places his shoes on the shoe rack. “i’m going back to bed.” 

this is routine. 

he follows behind as you walk into your bedroom. usually when SHOYO comes over to sleep in your bed, he’ll try to make small talk or ask how your day was, what you ate or if you had to deal with anything inconvenient at work. you’ll humor him, telling him every miniscule detail as he strips out of his outside clothes and change into the clothes he’s left behind at your place for this exact reason. 

by the time he’s changed clothes and is settling into the bed, he already has something sweet to whisper in your ear.

“i missed you today.” SHOYO whispers as he wraps his arms around you, cold hands sliding under your shirt and resting on your skin for warmth.

you shriek out his name and complain, but the both of you know how much you enjoy his touch — despite how cold his hands might be. 

and as he plants sweet kisses down your neck and whispers how beautiful you are and how much he loves you, you know deep down that there will never be a time where you will be able to deny him.

[haezen]

how he apologizes [series]

sakusa kiyoomi 

genre: hurt/comfort, angst to fluff

word count: 3.5k

a/n: i’m currently sick  so i might just be writing a bunch cuz all of a sudden, my sickness has gotten rid of my writers block??? how does that happen ?? lol anyways,,,im not sure how i feel about this one, but i just wanted to post something. i hope u guys enjoy ^_^

reblogs and comments are much appreciated <3333

(p.s. the ending is silly so don’t take this one too seriously)

HOW SUNA AND MAKKI APOLOGIZE

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SAKUSA

He didn’t know what to say.

Kiyoomi knew that he fucked up when he saw you fighting back tears with the scrunch of your nose. His heart sank at the sight — knowing exactly what that nose scrunch means— but something in him wouldn’t let him utter an apology, an excuse, or anything. He felt like he was frozen, stuck in a loop, watching helplessly as you tried your hardest to not break down in front of him.

Why did he lash at you when you wrapped your arms around him, knowing he had a bad day? You were only trying to help. Why did he say all those hurtful things to you when you were just trying your hardest to love him? 

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Your boyfriend came home to you cooking his favorite meal. 

You knew that he had a rough day because Hinata texted you before Kiyoomi left practice. Hinata warned you that there was a ‘storm’ headed your way, and not even he could calm Kiyoomi down. Worried to receive a text from Kiyoomi’s (favorite) teammate, you jumped up from your spot on the couch and ran a hot bath for him. Then, you began preparing his favorite meal, hoping that he would find comfort in two of his favorite things.

To your disappointment, he did not find any comfort in your efforts. He came home and it was like he was a stonewall. You welcomed him home with a warm hug, to which he flinched. 

“Welcome home, Omi!” You smiled as he immediately dropped his bag on the floor and began undressing out of his outer garments. “Dinner should be done in about thirty minutes, and I even ran a bath for you because I know-”

“It’s like there’s never a moment of silence when you’re around.” He says while hurriedly untying his shoelaces. Kiyoomi feels his agitation growing by the second and he decides that all he wants is to change out of his sweaty clothes, take a shower, and go to sleep as soon as he can.

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[haezen]

Hi, how are you doing? If it's okay, may I please request a Meguru Bachira x reader where they go on an ice-cream date?

hi anon! im doing awesome ty for asking lovely!! i hope you enjoy <33

"Did you forget?"

You ask plainly over the phone while you stand in front of your favorite ice-cream shop. You're freezing as you wait for MEGURU, shivering as you pull the thin fabric of your jacket tighter around your body while desperately hoping that your body will forget just how cold it is outside.

It's become a bi-weekly tradition for the two of you to visit your favorite ice-cream shop. It used to be a weekly thing, but since Meguru's schedule has become so busy and demanding, the two of you compromised—the two of you will go get ice cream one week and a place of his choosing the other week. And even though he's on a strict diet, he still makes excuses (for himself) for why it's acceptable to eat ice-cream with you every other week.

"Did I forget what?"

He grins when your eyes flicker up to his approaching figure on the sidewalk. He's got his athletic bag hanging on his shoulder with his jacket zipped up all the way to his chin. His cheeks are dusted pink— you assume it's because of the weather and realize that he had walked all the way here.

"Sometimes, I really can't stand you." You shake your head, and hang up, shoving your phone in the back pocket of your jeans. "How could you make me wait so long?"

"I'm sorry!" He exclaims heartily as he mirrors your actions, pocketing his own phone in his joggers. "I let the time fly by, but I'll make it up to you (Name)."

“Whatever.” You say as you fake a bad mood. But the both of you know that as soon as you receive your cup of ice cream and settle into your spot across from him in that corner booth that you like, your ‘bad mood’ will fade away as quickly as it came.

Meguru eagerly reaches for the handle of the door, swinging it open and gestures with his head for you to walk inside. You walk past him and inside the shop, throwing him a glare over your shoulder as he trails behind you. He smiles guiltily, eyes crinkling at the corners.

As you stand in front of all the options, eyes raking over each flavor with increasing interest, you feel Meguru’s presence from behind you. 

His eyes are locked onto the same flavor he always chooses: pistachio.

“Are you ever gonna try something new for once?”

“I mean...” His golden eyes flicker up to meet your own. “Do I need to?”

“I guess not...but how could pistachio be your favorite? Out of everything?!” You laugh while the employee emerges from the breakroom, striding to attend to you and Meguru.

“What would you rather me try then? Surprise me.” He offers.

“Mmm..” You hum, resting the pad of your index finger flat over your lips as you decide between picking a flavor he’d love or one that he’d hate. “You like chocolate, don’t you Meguru?”

“Yeah.” He shrugs, nonchalant. “I like almost everything.”

“Almost!” You exclaim like you’ve realized something. “Should I be evil and torment you?”

Meguru pouts, “I was only five minutes late!”

“He’ll have a cup of Cherry.” You tell the employee behind the counter.

“No!” He interrupts theatrically and you can’t help but laugh. 

“He’ll actually have...” You look at all the flavors one time before pointing to Mint Chocolate Chip. “How about Mint?” You spare him a glance and he gives it a second of thought before nodding.

After the employee finished preparing both of your orders, he paid for them willingly. You thanked him with a soft smile and slid into the booth against the wall. He slid into the spot across from you and shoved a spoonful of the mint ice cream into his mouth.

“I would’ve ate whatever you picked for me.” 

“Good.” You respond, shoving a spoonful of your own ice cream in your mouth. But before you’re done eating the ice cream in your mouth, you hurriedly reach over to steal a spoonful of Meguru’s ice cream. 

“Hey!” 

“Mmmm.” You hum once more as you savor the flavor of Mint Chocolate Chip; it tastes even better when it’s not your own. “How about we get ice cream again next week?”

He closes his eyes for a moment, like he’s trying to get past the fact that you stole a spoonful from his own cup. “Of course.”

You laugh in realization, knowing that you bothered him. But as you’re laughing, he sneakily grabs your cup of ice cream to steal a bite of his own.

“Meguru!”