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@felymoon
hello hi people of @omigogames nation, this is my new blog!! i just wanted to make a fresh start so here i am. if you’re wondering about my smaus, yes i’ll still be updating for them until they’re both completed (updates will be done on the old blog). thank you so much to the people who have been sticking with me from the very start, and have chosen to follow me on this new blog as well. let’s start all over okie? <3
hi. pls giv me an essay of a song that describes your rls with sakusa <3 or a few songs, or a whole playlist HDBDJ
HJRRHRHHRR BARK BARK IM ABT TO TELL YALL A WHOLE FUCKING STORY OMG 😹😹😹 ok so first of all,,, we’ve got
“i think we could do it if we tried, if only to say you’re mine.”
DONT think abt the actual meaning behind the song bc i’ll only be taking some parts of the lyrics and explain why it describes our relationship. honestly?? i cant get over the Jayoomi Enemies 2 Lovers trope so. here goes. i feel like we hated each other so much when we first met and it went on for like months ,,, maybe even years gn. but then for some really weird reason we started liking each other?? but then again we also HATE each other?? plus, we’re like... total opposites yaknow. hes someone whos more closed off and reserved than i am (as we can ALL tell im social asf. i can admit that i am pretty social irl too LOL) so i guess that’s kind of a major factor to why we won’t make a great pair ,,, but the universe has its own way of working so we end up gravitating towards each other anyway <3
“we’re opposites, that's why it’s so special.”
so now we're together,,, WE’RE STILL OPPOSITES. but you know what? it's fine. opposites attract anyway, and this song perfectly describes it for me. at the end of the day, it's not the fact that he likes staying in while i (sometimes) like going out, right? what matters is that we love each other and don’t cross either one’s boundaries. not even a million differences could ever surpass the one thing we have in common: how whipped we are for each other 😝
“i like shiny things, but i’d marry you with paper rings.”
!!!! GREAT !!!! so we’ve been together for quite a while now and there's really no mistaking how much we love each other yea <33 anyway bringing back the fact we used to hate each other’s guts to no end, only to have our relationship bloom to this. we’d probably laugh at all the petty shit we’d done to one another in the past — and that’s really beautiful. it signifies growth. individual growth and growth TOGETHER. so basically we love each other so much now that we’d wed each other off with something as,,, ephemeral as paper rings.
“i feel at home when i’m with you — can’t get enough, i’m addicted.”
we’re now more comfortable with each other, more accustomed to the other’s tendencies, habits, routine, etc. our personalities don’t change; our way of living together does. we’ve already established a strong foundation of trust. we feel safer when we’re in each other’s arms, and everything is so much better when we’re together. in conclusion, we are in love with each other and we’re getting married tmr <3
[23:37] — matsukawa x gn reader.
happiness, to matsukawa, is such a faraway goal to obtain.
when he was only but a 3’4 five year old, he had always made sure to run down the path that would ensure future’s light; he was a good kid, signature gap-toothed smile always exhibited for the whole world to get a clear look at. genuine, kind and gleeful were what made up most of his personality back then. people liked him, he liked people.
so how was he still embraced by the very dark arms of sadness? why was he never able to tell people that he was happy when asked about it, all because he felt like lying about his feelings won’t do him any good?
now that he’s older, he's certain that the sun had just decided to never cast its glow upon him. he is the scum of the earth, the piece of gum that’s discarded by an ignorant being right in the center of a sidewalk, a wildflower that had unfortunately sprouted out the crack of an asphalt.
happiness, to matsukawa, is a big joke whose face he laughs mirthlessly in.
and years later, you barge into his life uninvited; not that he minds. you’re beautiful, created with a piece of aphrodite in the blood that streams through your veins. he loves the way you smile at him for doing the bare minimum, and he mostly loves how he can sense the sincerity that lies behind it.
when he looks into your eyes and catches a glimpse of his own reflection in your dilated pupils, he feels himself reducing into mush. he cradles your face gently in his palms whenever he kisses you, channeling the overwhelming feelings for you that he harbors into your lip-to-lip session. his kisses are passionate yet slow, and it never fails to make you feel as though you’re dancing in the night sky with the moon as your only witness.
and he swears to the Father that this is love. he’s heard of this song before.
on days that are breezy and bright, he lays his head on your lap while you sit on the newly trimmed grass. matsukawa reaches up to graze his fingers along your jaw, your cheek, your lips, a gentle smile having latched itself onto his features. you can only look down at him with a smile that mirrors his, the swelling of your heart growing all the more obvious with the way it beats relentlessly in your chest.
you place a hand over his wandering one, but it is not to stop him— never to stop him. instead, it’s to guide him to a place he has never bothered reaching out to; your chest, where the relentless beating of your heart takes place. then, you lean down to connect your lips with his, which he gladly accepts.
on days when the sky cries an ocean worth of rain, he has you in his arms. no words are overdue despite the fact that both parties are staying silent, because the unspoken ‘i love you’s and ‘i love you too’s are delivered only through your eyes.
once again, he traces your features with his hand; it’s so hard to keep it to himself when you’re right here in arm’s reach. this time, you bring a hand to his face to return the gesture— the patter of rain against your bedroom window becomes the music the two of you are missing.
matsukawa lets out a breathy laugh as his thumb lightly swipes along your cheekbone.
many years ago, he had voyaged too far for happiness, but at least it’s here now in the form of you.
pairing: kenma kozume x gn reader
synopsis: two people who are of opposites, neverending this-or-that questions, a camp hosted by kuroo’s astronomy club. what could possibly happen?
genre: fluff, slow burn sort of ??
warning(s): none that i can think of
word count: 4.4k
plot is based on txt’s song ‘blue orangeade’
“Mountains or the sea?”
“The sea!”
“Mountains.”
It had started off as something fun, all for the sake of drowning out the tediousness of life in university; but it’s starting to slowly get to Kenma. This little game between their trio called this-or-that does nothing but make him realise just how vastly different you both are.
What’s worse is that he doesn’t even know why it’s bothering him more than it actually should.
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❗AVOID THESE PEDOPHILES AT ALL COSTS! ❗
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THERE ARE ACTUAL PEDOPHILES ON TUMBLR TRYING TO GET IN TOUCH WITH MINORS ON TUMBLR
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☆ Reblogging the version not invaded by pedophiles/pedophile apologists ☆
Lets fucking roast this shit out of em guys!
Just gonna say this again.
DO NOT IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM INTERACT WITH THEM. JUST BLOCK/REPORT.
# REBLOG TO SAVE A LIFE!!!!
Keep away from these people. If you receive a message, don’t talk to them, don’t insult them, just block them and report. #KEEPMINORSSAFE
Stay safe, guys!
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Stay safe kiddos
Just letting you know my lovelies, stay safe!
Hey kids, stay safe!!!
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Hii. Can i request angst arranged marriage with chan please. With full ending 🥰
wedding dress || bang chan
part 1 || part 2
pairings: fiance!chan x baker!reader
genre: angst, arrangemarriage!au, fiance!au, baker!au, hate relationship
word count: 3k
warnings: none? i think? its kinda boring sorry uhuuhhuuhuh ill make part 2 better
Chan looked up from his computer and he saw you entering your shared house. Chan watched you take off your shoes and put your keys inside a key box near the entrance. He looked back on his computer and bit the inside of his cheeks.
You ignored him and flopped on the couch in front of him and whined. Chan chuckled and kept typing for his presentation for work. You massaged your back and you closed your eyes. You grabbed for your purse and took a piece of pain reliever patch and patched it on your shoulder. You stood up and went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water to drink.
You looked outside the window of your kitchen and saw your backyard. You smiled bittersweetly and you felt a sharp pain in your heart. You wanted this house to be field of laughter of your children and romance of you and your husband. Husband that you deeply love, not just someone who your grandparents marry you off to.
You frowned and you washed the glass that you used. Asking yourself why did you grandparents even had to interfere with your love life. Cursing your parents why did they even agreed to that idea and wanting to sob on the thought of you marrying someone you don’t know and love.
It’s like cheating and lying to yourself, and Chan. You saw Chan as a sweet guy, he doesn’t deserve to be lied to, at all. You turned around and walk to the living room and saw Chan at the same spot, same position, in front of his computer typing. You sighed and sat on the couch and read the nearest book you can grab.
After a while, you felt your back aching again and you laid down and put the book on your stomach. “Fuck.” You said and massaged your back again, for the nth time today.
Chan peeked up and saw you groaning and looking uncomfortable. Chan put his laptop down and he walked to the bathroom and got a hot pack and a massage ointment and walked towards you.
He tapped you and you looked at him with one eyebrow up. “Lemme help you out,” You didn’t complain and just sat up gently while he helped you up. You turned around and he helped you take off your shirt.
This was nothing new to you, he seen you naked and you seen him naked, though you never touched each other. He unhooked your bra while you were holding and covering your chest in case someone walks in.
He pressed the hot pack on your back gently and put massage ointment on your back and massaged it. While massaging it you felt sensation and pain at the same time. “Ouch, Chan do it gently please.” You said and rotated your head.
“Tch, working hard at the bakery again?” Chan asked you and you sighed. “Yeah, there was a wedding cake order. Exhausting.” You simply said. You tried looking back at him, but you couldn’t.
“Hey Chan, speaking of wedding..” You started. “Hmm?”
“Uhm, I talked to your mom over the phone and she wants to go wedding dress hunting next week, she wants you to come...” You said. He sighed while still massaging your back.
“Sorry, I can’t. I’m busy for a project at the hotel and I can’t miss a day for the next few weeks.” He said, you frowned without letting him see your face. You looked down and you felt bad about yourself.
“Well, My dad wants me to bake our wedding cake and I’d like you to taste test which cake you want in each layer.” You said, “Oh, and the design.” You added.
Chan stopped massaging you and he sighed, deeply this time. “I told you Y/N. I can’t help you for the next few weeks. This has to wait for few more months. My work is important.” His words hit you and you just closed your eyes and pursed your lips.
“Do I have to be present? I mean, it’s your wedding too, you can just decide on your own. I really don’t care what you want to do with the planning, I just can’t help out, honestly.”
You shook your head and put your shirt back on and stood up. “Never mind.” You walked your way to your shared bedroom to take a rest and lay your body down and cool off from irritation.
You were about to enter the bedroom when Chan spoke, “Y/N? I’m sorry but I really just can’t help. The wedding plan just had to be pushed back for few more months then I’ll accommodate with you.”
Your eyes squinted and you looked back at him, “Push back? Chan, I’ve been adjusting and pushing back months ago. This is getting frustrating already.” You said and leaned on the wall. You can barely walk and stand up and the stress in your head is making your body hurt more.
“It’s not my idea to get married, okay? I don’t get it, I just don’t get it. I don’t know why do I have to care for this wedding at all? The design and theme, does it really matter? You’re just marrying me, a stranger, what could be so special about it?” He asked you.
“Everything! Everything has to be special for me.” You were already frustrated. “As much as you didn’t want to get married with me, I didn’t either. I dreamt of living in this house, marrying someone I truly love and have MY children run around this house, I wanted to be happy, too.” You admitted, felt tears pricking your eyes. You looked down.
“I know you don’t care at all, but I do. I want to have my dream wedding, even with the person I don’t know. At least, I want to have my ideal wedding theme and all.” You gave up and you shed tears. You went in your shared bedroom and locked the door.
You sat in front of your vanity mirror and looked at yourself. Feeling bad about your situation, you loudly sobbed, not caring how loud you are crying. You just needed to take it off your chest. You covered you face and tried to sob quietly but you couldn’t.
You went to the bathroom and wiped your tears there and washed your face. You took a minute to calm down and sat on the bathroom floor and hugged your knees, if only you could marry the person you really love, you wouldn’t feel this way.
Getting up from the floor, you unlocked the bedroom door and laid on your side of the bed and snuggled in the blanket.
You closed your eyes and took you phone to look at the design of your dream cake that you sketched. You wanted it to be three tiered cake with white fondant and periwinkle fondant flowers. You dreamt of taking time making the periwinkle fondant flowers one by one and you’d put it yourself on the cake. You also wanted to put a little statue of the bride and groom on top of the tier.
You put your phone away and closed your eyes.
Chan sighed from outside the your bedroom door and scratched his head. He wasn’t expecting you to get mad, he expected that you would just be okay pushing back planning for his work. But you were already too hurt and had enough.
Chan sat on the couch and got his phone. He received a message from your dad.
From: Abonim
Your mother and mother-in-law scheduled a wedding dress and suit fitting for you and Y/N, tomorrow at 5 pm at Hwang’s Boutique. See you there. Already let Y/N know!
Chan locked his screen, took his laptop and got up to go to the bedroom. He saw you sleeping peacefully on your side. He sat on the bed, your backs facing each other. He covered his face and rubbed it out of frustration.
He could’ve fought back and said no after the engagement announcement, he could’ve been single with no worried of marrying so someone he doesn’t know. But what could he do? He only agreed to this wedding because of his and your grandparents agreeing on marrying off their grandchildren for the sake of business.
He laid down next to you and he felt you move, so he moved and face too. He was shocked to find out you both are facing each other. Your hair was on your face so he moved your hair to the side. He suddenly felt sad and a sudden ache in the heart stabbed him.
He felt bad for you, your dreams were ruined because of this engagement. He knew that you wanted to live your marriage life, in love and happy. He wanted to try his best to be a good fiance to you but he can’t, he’s not capable to, he didn’t know how to be in love.
The night passed and your back was still aching. You didn’t see Chan next to you and you guessed that he already went his way to the hotel. You got up, went to the kitchen to grab a bowl of cereal since you weren’t feeling to cook.
You were checking your phone when you saw there’s a play of eggs, bacon and toast on the table.
You checked your text messages and saw Chan and your mom texted you.
From: Chan
I cooked you breakfast. Enjoy!
From: Mom-In-Law
Good Evening darling. Your mom and I set an appointment for your wedding dress and suit fitting at Hwang’s Boutique at 5 pm today. Chan is coming. See you there, love!
Your eyes widened, two things. One, Chan cooked you breakfast. Second, Chan is going to your fitting. You were surprised by the fact that Chan is willing to make efforts for you. Wondering whether is it because of what you said last night, you didn’t want to be a pity party.
You shrugged it off and ate the breakfast and left the house to go to the bakery. You were wearing your uniform and as you got to your bakery, you were greeted by your barista, Felix. “How’s your back?” He asked you while wiping the counter.
“It doesn’t hurt as much, hopefully it wouldn’t kill me anymore.” You said going straight to the back to finish the cake order.
You started making the fondant when the bakery phone rings and you picked it up. “Hi this is White Flower Cafe and Bakery, how may I help you?”
“Hi, I’d like to make an appointment a custom order consultation.” The man on the other end of the line stated.
“Sure. Could you please give me your name and an available date for you?” You asked.
“Yes, uh, its for Christopher Bang.” you heard. Your eyes widened and you startled. “Chan? What the heck? Why are you—“
“I— Uh— Want to make it up to you and plan our wedding...” He quietly said. Your mouth opens and you couldn’t say anything. You weren’t expecting to make efforts sooner after what happened last night.
“Uhm... Sure... So, available date?” you said as you tapped the notebook continuously. “Next week? Friday, 4 pm.” He said and you heard his computer keyboard as he typed.
“Yeah, 4 pm.” he continued. You hummed on the phone and wrote it, “Alright, next week friday at 4 pm. You’re all set, Mr. Bang.” You said, Chan scoffed on the other line.
“Alright, take care. Thank you.” He said and you said the same thing back. You hung up and resumed your business.
Hours have past and it’s almost 5 pm, you bid your farewell to Felix and your other workers. You drove to Hwang’s Boutique and you were immediately greeted by Hyunjin, your bestfriend.
“Y/N! Your parents and in-laws are in the consultation room, they’re waiting for you.” You smiled at him and he guided you to the specific room. You were greeted by your excited parents and future in-laws and they showed you pictures of dressed that they’d like to see you in. You were just entertaining them by having a conversation with them about your job.
“Chan’s not here yet.” Chan’s dad stated as he looked at his hand watch and shook his head. “Give him a few more minutes, he’ll be here.” Your father reassured your in-law. I hope he comes? You wished to yourself.
45 more minutes have passed and your in-laws are already irritated at Chan and your parents just shook their heads. You pulled Hyunjn aside and apologized that Chan’s late and for making Hyunjin and his workers wait.
“Hyunjin, I’m so sorry. Chan, he’s just,” You sighed and looked down, “I don’t think he’s gonna show up, but can you just help us fit a dress right now. I don’t wanna wait for him anymore.”
Hyunjin smiled at you and patted your head, “It’s okay Y/N. Don’t worry about it. C’mon, let’s fit you. It’s almost 6 pm and I want you to have a lot of time picking your dress.” He hugged you and you hugged him back. You were lead to the dresses and this one dress caught your eyes.
It’s a ballgown dress with an off shoulder sleeve, it had a long train. You touched it and your eyes sparkled, you softly smiled and Hyunjin approached you. “It will look beautiful on you.” You looked at him and tilted your head, “You think so?” He hummed and told his assistant to take the dress off the mannequin for you to try on.
You put the dress on and Hyunjin put the veil on your head. Once you saw yourself in front of the mirror, you felt tears stream down your cheeks. “You look fantastic.” Hyunjin held your shoulders and wiped your tears with a tissue. You couldn’t stop looking at yourself.
You immediately thought of Chan. Would he think you’re beautiful too with the dress on? Or would he not care like he usually do? You sniffed and wiped your tears. You stepped outside and your parents and in-law were in awe.
“Darling,” Your future mother-in-law stood up and hugged you. You heard cry in your embraced and you smiled. Your mom cried on your father’s arms.
Mrs. Bang broke the hug and looked at you, from head to toe. “This is incredible, you’re so beautiful.” You smiled at her and said thanks. They took a picture of you and took your measurements so they can alter the dress to perfectly fit you.
Once you were done and changed into your casual clothing, Mr. Bang approached you and tapped your shoulders. “I just want to say I’m sorry. My son didn’t show up today without any notice.” You looked at him and slightly smiled.
“It’s okay, Mr. Bang. I already expected it, he’s a busy person.” You said and bowed at him. You all left the boutique together, bid farewell to Hyunjin and his workers and you head home.
About to park at your garage, you didn’t see Chan’s car. You didn’t mind at all and just went straight to the bathroom to shower.
After a while and you were done showering, you heard Chan’s key being thrown at your living room’s coffee table. You peeked outside your room and you saw drunk Chan on the couch unbuttoning his shirt. You didn’t mind him, walking straight to the kitchen to get some water.
“Hey Y/N,” He called you, you didn’t answer back and just got your water and went back to your room. “Y/N I’m talking to you.”
“What do you want?” You looked back and you saw him smiling widely at you. “How’s the fitting?” He asked you.
You were startled at his audacity to not show up, come home drunk and ask you how did the fitting went. You looked at him confused and you pursed your lips.
“Great.” You simply said, smiled and turned around.
“Sorry I couldn’t go. Me and the department team had to celebrate, our proposal got accepted. Woohoo!” He said and celebrated.
“Woohoo your face.” You said and went in your room.
“What’s wrong now?” He asked irritated. You slammed the door open and started going off.
“You, you are the problem.” You said and pointed your fingers. “Cause I didn’t go?” His cockiness has gotten into you and your eyes widened.
“Well fuck yes! Your parents, my parents, and I waited for almost an hour, Chan! And you didn’t show up, and you know what’s the worst thing. You didn’t let anyone of us know. You just made us look fucking dumb waiting for no one!” You yelled at him.
“Well what am I gonna--”
“What are you gonna do?” You sighed, “Let’s just end this bullshit. That’s what you wanted anyway right? That’s what we wanted.” You said calmly, trying to hold back tears.
“You know I was actually willing to give us a shot. I listened to your lies that you were gonna try making it up to me. But you didn’t. You just wasted my time, you’re wasting my time. I’ll face my grandfather tomorrow and tell him that I want to break the engagement. I can’t get married with you, not to someone who doesn’t care.” You tears streamed down your face and Chan was left speechless. “I’m not a coward, unlike you.” You said and slammed the bedroom door shut.
Took your luggage and packing as much things as you could. That same night you left home to go to your old, small house.
Chan was left in the living room sitting on the floor, staring at no where. Trying to apprehend what just happened. He didn’t want to disappoint you. He didn’t want to disappoint his family. But he didn’t want to be unhappy for the rest of his life
photo and dress is not mine, it belongs to @//moniquelhuillier at instagram!
there will be a part two for this one! <3
kevin moon details
Having a day to cry is not bad, sometimes it’s needed
iM ON MY KNEES BRUV IM ON MY KNEES
request: 🥺 hi babie. can i request an imagine with atsumu!!! can it be in which we fight and then makeup!!! lots of angst and lots of fluff 💞💞💞 thank you babie! take ur time 🥰
author’s note: ASKKADKAKD SISSS i just hit 100 followers omg im so ecstatic like 🥺😭 so i put my all into this request because it’s from @agaassi and also for a happy 100 followers celebration ig? anyway, i hope you guys like this hnmdkgf 😌❤️✨ thank you for being here <3
it’d be great if you could check out my other works here!
pairing: atsumu miya x fem!reader
genres: angst, fluff, osamu the mvp!
synopsis: atsumu loves volleyball, but it’s starting to feel like he loves it more than he loves you. so when a fight breaks out between the both of you regarding that problem, atsumu contemplates if he should stop playing volleyball for good.
warning: profanity
word count: 4.5k
“do you.. perhaps want to get married?”
after nearly a decade of being in a standstill of a relationship, you took it upon yourself to start the talk. the only sounds heard after that were the faint humming of the car’s engine, the windshield wiper’s constant squeaks and the quiet, unfamiliar tune playing from the speakers. your fingers became objects for fiddling, uneasiness arising within you at your boyfriend’s empty response.
he tore his eyes off the road briefly to analyze your form, his slim fingers combing through his amber locks, “you can’t be serious,” his voice breathy and quiet, but loud and clear to you. you stiffened, finally lifting your gaze to look at him. any emotion that was once on your face was now in favor of perplexity.
“what do you mean, ‘you can’t be serious’?” a question asked more out of spite than genuine curiousity. he let loose a sarcastic chuckle in reply which further stretched your confusion.
“tsumu,” you firmly called out in an attempt to pry a proper response out of him. after seconds of silence, he finally spoke, “i mean, are you serious? i’m a busy guy, babe. you know— with the team and all. marriage isn’t really anywhere on my list right now,”
you tried to understand him, you really did. but it just didn’t sit right with you. was he trying to tell you that he prioritised playing for his team more than taking a step forward in this relationship with you? unbeknownst to you, had you just been another form of entertainment to him?
his focus went back to the road ahead and your eyes roamed around to look at anything but him. you dug your nails into the fabric of your jeans, “listen, i don’t really wanna talk about this now,” he added, noticing how you weren’t responding.
marriage isn’t really anywhere on my list right now.
𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙨 — 𝙟. 𝙮𝙝.
pairing(s) // yunho x reader
genre // smut, fluff, soft sex basically,, non-idol!au, s/o!au
author’s note // this is my first time doing a bullet ‘oneshot’. i apologize if it’s too long! this oneshot is based off one of my friends’, @felymoon ‘s, dream. i tried to make this gender fluid- so i hope you enjoy this as much as i did writing it <3
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peaches + bang chan
this is for anon who requested a pregnant!y/n with bang chan (this got me feeling things sakajskhajfe)
I hope you enjoy! (~˘▾˘)~ REQUEST BOX IS STILL OPEN. STREAM GOD’S MENU!
You were never the type to crave sweet things, usually your palate was more inclined towards savory food items. In addition, you were frequently feeling nauseous and fatigued, but the bigger concern was your delayed flow to the point wherein it bothered you. With these discrepancies in mind, it urged you to call your sister, a wonderful mother of three.
“I bet you a hundred bucks, you’re pregnant,” your sister teased through the call to which you responded with a groan. “Come on, (y/s/n). I’m freaking out and Chris is supposed to come home in an hour or so,” you sighed while sauntering towards the breakfast counter and settling down on one of the bar stools. “Buy a pregnancy test, then freak out later when it’s positive. Plus, Chris is going to be ecstatic once he hears this. I promise you,” your sister answered.
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pairing: bokuto koutarou x fem!reader
genre(s): fluff, growing up with bokuto!au
warning(s); a/n: none that i can think of. this is a request from a friend! @94core also, requests are now open :D do send in some!
𝘣𝘰𝘬𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶.
he was like the sun; always beaming his rays of joy and good times as if he were assigned the task. you were the total opposite of that. while he was an all too energetic kid, you would much rather prefer to stick your nose up in colouring books of sorts.
there was a time when you felt that his enthusiastic manner was annoying, and he inevitably became the person whose presence you disliked the most. he was too loud for your liking, and for days you’d wonder how being this lively was even possible for a six year old. being associated with him was far off the bottom of your to-do-list. there was just no way you’d ever get along with someone like him-
then, of course, the stars realigned for it to happen.
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VANILLA AND COFFEE PT. 1
pairing: nishinoya yuu x fem!reader
genre: angst
warnings/notes: none i think... but this is my first writing on tumblr and im kinda nervous 😭😭 sorry if this is bad... nonetheless enjoy! there'll be a part 2 to this <3
[3 years ago]
“you're.. breaking up with me?”
he looked down at you as your shoulders rose and fell continuously. you were now a sobbing mess, your head hung low and you placed a hand over your mouth in an attempt to quieten down the sounds you were making while you ugly-cried. now, in such a situation, you had expected him to pull you into his welcoming arms, whisper 'everything's going to be okay' into your ears even if those words meant nothing more than just words of comfort.
though of course, not everything goes the way we want it to all the time. instead of him wrapping his arms around you— letting you melt in his warmth, you felt ice cold eyes glaring down at your pathetic figure. instead of an 'everything's going to be okay', you simply got a “yeah, i am. sorry,” as a response to your previous-and-obvious question.
tears fell uncontrollably down your cheeks like a never-ending river stream. you harshly brought your hands to your eyes to shut them close, angrily and desperately wanting to stop crying. you did everything you could to halt the stubborn tears and rubbed the sleeves of your sweater against your eyes. it dissatisfied you that out of everything you could be crying about, you decided to cry about some stupid boy. it wasn't like what you both had was so precious to you anyway. it wasn't like you cherished the dates he took you on— the ones he took the time and patience to perfectly plan out, only for them to not turn out the way he wanted it to yet they were still your favorite dates.
it wasn't like you were absolutely head over heels for him, motivating you to be only but the best girlfriend for him. it wasn't like your face would flush at just the thought of him, or how he'd always confidently initiate a kiss only to get so shy right after. it wasn't like he smelled like your two favourite scents in the world— vanilla and coffee— and that wearing his clothes was a bonus to that. it wasn't like five years of being together meant anything—
then it hit you. five years of being together, and here you both stood facing each other, him telling you that he didn't want to be together anymore with such ease. everything you and him slowly built together during those five years of dating was crumbling down in the blink of an eye. everything wasted.
you couldn't bring yourself to look him in the eye. 'no, that'd be too painful' you thought as you chewed on your bottom lip so that maybe the pain of that would overpower the throbbing pain you felt in your chest. you were silent, honestly at this point just trying to process what was happening. your thoughts were interrupted when the male let out a loud sigh, one that was to let another person know just how annoyed they were.
“listen, i’m sorry! i really am. so please don't be so upset about this. you'll find someone better than me. Y/N, i hope you find a way to move on,” you finally tilted your head up to look at him and you instantly regretted doing so. you felt a clench in your chest once again. he didn't look a single bit hesitant about his decision, his usual smiling face was replaced with a stoic one and it took you a while to realize, but he spoke so monotonously. it was clear to you that everything about him today was different, and you couldn't figure out why. you were looking into his eyes, searching for something not even you knew what— perhaps you were searching for a clear answer.
“but... why?” you finally brought yourself to ask in a quiet whisper, though you knew he heard you. he froze completely in his spot and his eyebrows furrowed, as if he wasn't ready to answer that question just yet.
“i-i just don't love you anymore...” he stopped abruptly, trying his best to keep his composure, “things just aren't working out between us," the boy then ended on a bitter note. reluctantly, he stretched an arm out to give you a bland pat on the shoulder, not wanting to feel like that much of an asshole.
you on the other hand, who was now overwhelmed with a mixture of all sorts of emotions, gripped tightly on his wrist, and took this chance to feel your skins touch one last time even if the situation wasn't exactly ideal— then aggressively pushed his hand off of your shoulder. you didn't want to do that but you knew you had to. if you had let his hand linger on your shoulder for any longer you might've just pulled him into a bone-crushing hug, considering that you wanted nothing more than this whole thing to just be a sick prank so you could kiss him, come over to his place and cuddle.
looking into each other's eyes one last time, his eyes bore an emotion you couldn't quite understand while tears continued to spill out of your own.
“goodbye, and take care,” you glanced at his lips while he spoke his last words to you. he walked past you, managing to brush his shoulder against your own as he left for you one last thing of his. it was his scent, and it was your favourite. he always smelled like vanilla and coffee, your two favourite scents in the world mixed together in such a weird but fascinating way. you looked over your shoulder and you were disappointed to see that his back was facing yours, and he continued to walk away without any intention of stopping. it was stupid, but part of you still hoped this was some silly prank, knowing that playfulness was the most of his personality.
you wiped the already dry tears off your face and took in a few deep breaths, suddenly chuckling dryly to yourself. “i hate you,” those words were meant for him, the boy who just broke your heart, who left you without giving a clear reason, but you said it out loud to no one in particular.
he was the last person you'd expect to hate, but this time, you meant what you said. you hated him so much, nishinoya yuu.
pairing: female!reader x kenma kozume
genre: fluff, angst ig
warning; a/n: mild cursing, boobs maybe?? LMAO no jk
you and kenma had been housemates for longer than you could remember, but honestly to the both of you, it always felt like you were living alone. the both of you were best friends at one point— you were so close that you even planned to move in together. when you proposed the idea to him and he almost immediately agreed, you were ecstatic. after all, you did have a little crush on him, your best friend kenma, but you were in denial of that. that was, until he got new friends whom he started paying more attention to and as if to cure the feeling of loneliness and rejection, you did the same.
it was clear that the both of you were growing further apart. you started seeing each other lesser, barely exchanged words with each other and even if you were in the same room you never paid attention to the other party. all that despite the fact you literally shared the same roof. it was breaking you, honestly. you wanted to talk to him about it but you didn't want to act like the controlling type of friend. plus, even if you did open up the topic, you just knew what kenma would say. the last thing you'd want to hear from him was '𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨?'
days passed, then weeks, and months. it grew awkward between you two. some of your friends had advised you to 'just talk to him!' 'you guys live together. it shouldn't be that awkward.' 'it's not like he'd eat you.' 'what's so hard about it?'
well, they've never been through such a situation. of course they'd say things like that. for you, however, it was easier said than done. you barely saw him at home anymore and as selfish as it may be, a part of you deep inside wanted it to be 𝘩𝘪𝘮 approaching you first.
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'SPREAD OF CORONAVIRUS. EVERYONE IS ADVISED TO STAY IN THE SAFETY OF YOUR OWN HOMES. FURTHER NOTICE WILL BE GIVEN.'
it was evening, about 7:30 p.m when you read the article and you just got out of the shower, already in your most comfortable homewear (a sweater and some shorts). it wasn't surprising to you that everyone now had to go through quarantine. the existence and spread of the virus had been going on for months now. you held your phone in one hand to check on other news articles talking about the current happenings while your other hand rubbed your hair dry with a small towel. opening your door, you then came face to face with your best friend turned only-a-housemate.
“oh, hey kenma! you heard of the news?” you said and it shocked you how easily the sentence slipped through your lips. it was almost as if a confident spirit possessed you for a second there. his head turned to look at you, his eyes that were previously locked onto his phone screen now locked onto your E/C orbs. you then froze at the eye contact, wanting so bad to just succumb back into the comfort of your own room. thoughts like 'shit, what if be ignores me?' flooded your mind.
however, much to your surprise, he gave you a gentle grin before nodding in response.
“ah, yeah. i did,” the puddinghead male said in the same soft and calm voice you learnt to grow fond of. your tense form relaxed and you gave him a grin in return, feeling as the heat that rushed up to your cheeks intensified, your heart starting to pump even more blood than it has ever before.
𝘢𝘩.. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬.
while you were busy trying to cover your flushed countenance with your hair, kenma stared down at you with wide eyes and crimson cheeks. “that...”
“that?” you repeated but in a questioning tone, looking up to meet his gaze only to realise that his gaze wasn't fixated on your face— rather, a little bit below that. the blush on your cheeks that you were sure had subsided made another grand appearance, this time making sure it was more obvious than before. the red spread all the way to your ears and the back of your neck. your arms immediately acted to hug your chest, covering them out of his sight. of course you had to assume he was staring at your boobs. iq 1000 if i do say so myself. “w-what are you staring at, perv?!”
his eyes grew two times its previous size (if that was even possible) once he realised what you were thinking of and started fumbling with his words. “a-ah! shit no you've misunderstood! i wasn't looking at your— t-thing!” kenma covered his flushed face with his hands, letting out a breath.
“i was looking at the sweater you're wearing. it's my sweater. i was wondering where it disappeared to,” you looked down at the sweater you were wearing and looked back at him, blinking thrice. come to think of it, you've been wearing this sweater for months and though you didn't recognize the piece of clothe at first, you never bothered to think about if it was really yours. what mattered to you was that it was really comfortable to sleep in. “oh.. shucks. for real? my ba—” “keep it,”
“huh?” you furrowed your brows in slight confusion, wondering if you heard him wrongly. he only smiled at you before shifting his attention back to his phone screen, probably to continue his game as he walked away from where was standing. “keep it. it was starting to get a bit tight on me anyway,” he lied but at least he'll get to see you in his sweater more often now. he thought you looked adorable in it. you were surprised to say the least, but you were happy he let you have it. finding out that you've been wearing his sweater this whole time made the butterflies in your stomach flutter their wings wildly.
“join me for dinner?” you asked with a bright smile and he looked over his shoulder at you, nodding, “sure,”
the thought of having dinner together again after such a long time made both of you warm inside. quarantine was heading off to a great start, and who knows? it might just get better from there.
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it had been roughly three months since quarantine started and the two of you were back to how you were before. you still didn't know why you guys drifted apart in the first place, but that was none of your concern anymore.
your quarantine schedule mostly consisted of eating unhealthily, playing against each other in the games he introduced to you and pulling an all-nighter every single night. today was no different. your doorbell rang, signifying that the pizza delivery guy was finally here with boxes of pizza glory. “i'll get it!” you sang excitedly, placing your controller down before getting your butt off the floor. kenma paused the game you were playing and barely five minutes later, you came back with a stack of pizza boxes.
you both began stuffing your faces and aggressively clicking away on the controller as you fought each other in 'injustice 2'. you were fighting as the flash while him as deadshot. the match ended with you winning and you were more excited than ever, that was because out of all the matches you had played today, he won almost 90% of them so you were enthusiastic. “finally!” you exclaimed with your arms raised up high as a sign of victory, a wide smile on your face. you watched as he stood up to take the game out and your smiled formed a frown. was he upset because he lost? quite unlike the kenma you knew.
“kenma? what's wrong?” you asked with your head cocked to the side as he shook his head. “nothing, nothing,” he sounded honest and sincere about it, but you kept frowning. “wanna watch a movie?” 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦? was what could've accidentally left kenma's lips if he hadn't any self control. he turned to look at you and you flipped your frown around, nodding eagerly. “sure, what movie?”
the male shrugged his shoulders as a reply, shuffling towards the couch and letting himself fall onto it before slowly sinking in. he then patted on the empty space beside him “c'mere,” he said and ran his fingers through his hair, his other hand holding the remote while he flicked through the lot of movies on netflix. you sat yourself next to him and scanned through the movies as well. “how about 'your name'? it's really good,” you suggested, having only watched the movie once and remembering what a phenomenal experience it was, so you thought that rewatching it would be a splendid idea— especially with him. “your name? heard of it but never watched it. i guess now's the time to give it a shot,” he mumbled loud enough for you to hear, then clicked play on the movie.
while you watched, you explained what happened in the movie whenever he looked evidently confused, also complimenting the animation and details, telling him how you loved the aesthetics in it. he nodded at everything you said, agreeing with you, though honestly speaking, he could barely focus no matter how hard he tried. how could he? you were snuggling into his chest— so close to him that your stray hairs tickled his cheek. you were breathing so slowly, so focused on the movie that he doubted you even realized you were cuddling him right now. “this part always hits me the hardest. i really thought he was just going to write his name at first,” you spoke, waking him from his thoughts. “huh? what? what did he write?”
“i love you,” you answered his question, your eyes completely glued to the tv screen. “i love you too,” he replied, catching you off guard. you felt blood rushing to your cheeks, your mind blank and your heartbeat raced. turning to face him, that was when you noticed that your body had unconsciously snuggled into his during the movie. however, that wasn't your current concern. it was that he 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 told you he loved you. you were certain you were imagining things but at the same time you hoped you weren't. he looked into your eyes and held your waist, then he said it again, “i love you,”
your heart skipped a beat. for once, you weren't crazy and just imagining things. he searched into your eyes, looking for some sort of sign. a sign that you felt the same way, maybe. you were in his overly sized sweater again that night, your lips pink and plump. gosh, how he just wanted to kiss you then and there. you shifted, turning your body so you could get a better look at his face.
“kenma...?” you whispered, as if talking to him any louder than that would break him— especially now that tears were starting to trickle down his cheeks. you cupped either sides of his cheeks, your thumbs wiping his tears away. you had no idea why he was crying, but it broke your heart to see him like this. “i love you so much, i didn't want to lose you— i still don't want to lose you. i honestly don't know why i'm doing this now,” he spoke so quietly and your confusion only grew. what could he possibly mean by that? the look on your face showed both confusion and worry.
“i'm sorry i avoided you for what felt like forever,” he let out a low chuckle, sniffing his nose as he took a second to stop his crying. “you're my best friend. i couldn't let my feelings get in between us and ruin whatever we have now... so i thought my feelings for you would go away by avoiding any form of contact with you but it obviously didn't work,” kenma sighed, and you could tell how much he regretted avoiding you just from the way he was acting now. he also wasn't the type of guy to cry over things like this, let alone express this much feelings in his words so that meant he wasn't just spurting out nonsense.
“so that was how we suddenly grew apart, huh? you idiot,” he winced when you called him an 'idiot' which made you giggle. “i love you too, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵,” you purposely said to tease him before switching positions to sit on his lap, then wrapping your arms around his neck. leaning in slowly as you looked at his lips half-lidded, you let your lips hover above his. “i wish you could've told me this sooner,” you said in a hushed tone and finally placed your lips onto his, his grip around your waist tightening ever so slightly as you let yourself melt in his touch. the closing song of 'your name' played softly in the background, the movie long forgotten while you continued kissing each other breathless— expressing your feelings through the perfectly synced movements of both your lips.
the past three months of being in quarantine with him was fun, but this had to be your favorite part. if you were to be stuck with him like this, you wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
yeah let’s talk abt kevin 🤤
Bang Chan // Better or Worse
WORD COUNT: 4.6k
WARNINGS: Swearing, explicit smut (very vanilla), unprotected sex, heaps of angst, fluff, pregnancy, marriage
DESCRIPTION: Requested by a lovely anon
PAIRINGS: Self-insert, female reader x Bang Chan
[18:06] I’ll be home late. Don’t wait up for me.
He’d done it again.
This was the fourth time this week, and the fifteenth time this month.
Your arm dropped to your side as you looked over the lavish dinner you’d prepared for him, the candles and flowers in the center of the table that you’d gone out of your way to buy for tonight. Steak had always been his favourite, but now it was just another dinner you’d have to throw away. A hopeless gesture of love that he’d never see… just like all the others.
Holding your head in your hands, you sat down at the table, wondering once again how things had gotten this bad. Chan had always thrown himself into his work, and you’d known that when you married him. It was part of what made you fall in love with him. His passion for his music, his dedication to his craft. It was all part of what made him, him. Despite his busy schedule, he’d always been attentive, making sure you knew that you were his first and only priority. He was loving, and so passionate it made your head spin. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for you.
So you found yourself wondering where the man you’d married had gone.
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