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girlgrimer

Are we friends.... Are we cutes.... Are we yay....

greelin

just need a drink. or a cigarette. or perhaps even a sledgehammer to the back of the head

oldbootbutch

corruption not as in turning you into something you're not, but rather. corruption as in unlocking the person you secretly already are. corruption as in making you admit the things you feel embarrassed or guilty for wanting. corruption as in being the first person to give you those things, and being the person you will remember every time you let yourself want them from now on.

thebubblebumblebea

Jason Todd!

fairycosmos

cradling the em dash in my hands what the fuck have they done to you

elissagothicity

Creating my new tag Bruce Wayne is a saint cause I genuinely believe he is a pure-hearted and kind angel with only good and beautiful intentions

hangjie

akaashikeiji, who notices you one day at the library. he sees you reading the powerpoint slides in front of you before jotting down notes in your notebook. he studies the way your hands make random gestures and move as you mutter to yourself, recalling and remembering your lecture. he finds the gestures a bit weird, but maybe it was your way of studying.

akaashikeiji, who comes back to the library the next day and finds you reading a book this time. you calmly flip through the pages of your book as your head unconsciously bops to the music. the book you’re reading is a book that he considers a favorite of his, which makes his face light up. when he asked people about that book, they weren’t familiar with it, yet here you are, headphones on and your eyes reading the pages of one of his favorite books. he wants to approach you and ask what you thought about it, but that would be rude of him. he doesn’t want to disturb you while you are reading, so he walks away and decides to ask you about it next time (and to ask for your name).

akaashikeiji, who is scanning the book titles of one shelf. he is trying to find a specific textbook for one of his academic papers until he notices the title of his favorite book. he wonders if it was the same copy you were reading the other day. ‘it’s probably a spare copy,’ he thinks, yet he still grabs it from the shelf and checks the library card. low and behold, there’s a new name written under his own name. he smiles when he notices that your name fits you and repeats your name over and over in his head all day, but it was just to remember your name when he asks about your thoughts on the book.

akaashi keiji, who finally approaches you. it’s a fairly busy day in the library, and there aren’t a lot of spaces available (his usual spot is taken). you’re sitting at a big table with numerous books surrounding you as you write down notes. he gathers his courage and approaches you. “excuse me,” he clears his throat, making you remove one of your earphones. “is this seat taken?” he asks, gesturing to the seat at the end of the table. he didn’t want to sit in front of or beside you to not make you uncomfortable or bother you. you smile up at him and shake your head, “no, go ahead.” he smiles and sits down at your table. while you’re taking down notes, he observes the titles of the books around you and takes a mental note of the books you’re reading and borrowing.

akaashi keiji, who suddenly is borrowing a lot of books similar to the ones you borrow or read. he feels a sense of relief whenever he doesn’t spot your name already written on the library card. he makes sure that his name is written legibly and neatly, so you can write yours underneath his. he reads the books and finds himself enjoying them, not only because of the plot or the writing, but also because he learns more about you: your major, favorite writing styles, favorite topics, favorite authors, etc.

akaashikeiji, who recognizes your figure leaving the library as he was entering. you’re on your phone as you both cross paths, and unfortunately, you don’t see him. you bump into his chest, making your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, and apologize. “it’s alright,” he assures you as he flashes you a small smile. he watches you bow towards him again before walking away. when he turns back front, he notices a small bookmark on the ground. he picks it up, and he instantly notices your name written on the bottom. he looks back in the direction you walked in to see if you were still around, but you were already gone. he sighs before placing the bookmark in his binder, promising himself that he will give it to you the next time you’re at the library.

akaashikeiji, who observes the way your back moves as you take a nap on the library table. it’s midterm season, so it was no surprise that you were also at the library. you’re already asleep when he sits down at the same table, so he makes sure that he’s extra quiet. time passes by, and the library is closing soon. to not be scolded by the librarian, he carefully walks up to you and gently shakes your shoulder. you wake up and look up at him groggily. “sorry, but the library is closing soon,” he whispers, fully apologetic for waking you from your peaceful slumber. you yawn and rub your eyes before you thank him and start gathering your things. he quickly remembers your fallen bookmark from last time, so he takes the bookmark from his binder and hands it to you. “oh, by the way, you bumped into me the other day, and this probably fell out of your book.” you only look up at him with surprise and full appreciation before thanking him profusely. you don’t know that he made extra sure that your bookmark wouldn’t fold or get any marks to not upset you.

akaashikeiji, who is finding for a seat again. it’s an unusually busy day for the library, so his eyes scan his surroundings, trying to find an available seat, and he spots you, like he always does. you’re sitting, reading another book at a small table, and by some miracle, the seat in front of you is empty. as he’s approaching you, you look up and flash him a smile. “hi! you were the one who found and returned my bookmark the other day?” you ask. “yes, that would be me,” he grins, and you thank him again for his kind gesture, to which he says that it was no problem. he then asks if you’re sitting with anyone, but you only shake your head. he takes the seat in front of you and unpacks his things. “oh, i just realized i never asked for your name,” you say, and when he introduces himself to you, your eyes sparkle and your face lights up. “oh! you’re the akaashi keiji that i keep seeing in the library cards of the books i read! it seems like you’ve already borrowed every single book in this library.” he only laughs, and he thinks that that is close to the truth, but he doesn’t mind it because you’ve now noticed him.

ladyyberryy

⋆˚꩜｡ tsukishima is an adorable pain after practice tsukishima x reader!

^^fluff , timeskip , maybe ooc again💌

it had been hours since tsukishima texted you, the last time being during his practice break. you had assumed it ran longer than usual, considering his team, sendai frogs, had a big tournament coming up.

just as you were about to text him, the front door shut. you heard bags being shrugged off shoulders, shoes shaken off by the doorway, and footsteps being made towards the bedroom.

you finally looked up to the doorway to see that he’d already made his way in, the door closing behind him.

with a sigh, the tension from his shoulders released, pausing by the entrance of the room.

“long practice?”

nod.

“ya tired?”

nod.

he then shuffled his way into the shared bathroom, leaving you to wait for him to be done showering and crawl into bed.

once he was finished, it wasn’t long before he slipped into the covers, beside you. you had been reading, too focused to acknowledge him for the time being.

you had assumed he was too tired for any conversation or proximity, so you didn’t initiate anything.

after about 15 minutes, you felt him shift closer, his knee touching yours.

another 15 minutes go by, and he moves again, his breath now brushing your arm.

you had yet to pay any mind to it, still assuming that he’s asleep, or trying to.

when he saw you still weren’t budging or saying anything, he let out a small huff. then, lifting up your arm, he slides in between your arm and side, resting his head on your chest. he wraps his arm around your sides, pulling you closer to him.

“tsukki,” you laugh quietly, looking down to see his blonde hair snuggled into you.

he lets out a satisfied hum, his body practically melting on you. it was then that you realized that tsukishima was waiting on you.

you placed your book on your nightstand, “awe, did you miss me?” you tease, huddling closer to him.

“shut up,” he grumbled, leaning up to kiss your jaw.

a moment passes, and his fingers start slowly dragging across your hip, “yeah, i did,” he whispered.

you laugh once more as you place a soft kiss in his hair, half asleep.

heateron

hearts of darkness (1991) dir. eleanor coppola, george hickenlooper, fax bahr

rosesforshoto

tsukishima kei x reader. fluff. nobody knew you were dating!!! lol just something fun i thought of haha

you groan, hand coming up to rub the side of your head.

the skin there feels tender—sore. combined with the massive headache wrecking you this second, and the scrapes and cuts littering all over your face from when you fell on straight concrete, you’d imagine it wasn’t a pretty sight when you try to give hinata a reassuring smile.

“i am so sorry, i didn’t realize you were there—”

you wave him off. “it’s okay. if anything, i’m the one who should be sorry, i didn’t realize you guys were practicing.”

“a volleyball to the head though,” kageyama mumbles. “you sure you don’t have a concussion?”

you laugh and it quickly turns into a wince, which doesn’t make your next words seem very promising. “the nurse said i’ll be fine. don’t worry.”

as usual, hinata and kageyama start arguing. it sounds like they’re blaming the other but you can hardly pay any attention to it as your head pulses. and it’s getting increasingly overwhelming by the second as the rest of the team circles around your bed.

“hey, guys.”

kageyama stops, with a hand shoved into hinata’s face. “yeah? what’s up?”

“can you get kei in here?”

confusion flits across everyone’s faces, a second of silence until sugawara speaks up. “…tsukishima? yeah we can. what do you need him for…?”

you shrug with your eyes closed. “just figured he should know.”

low murmuring breaks out across the group, only broken when the door to the nurse’s office slides open abruptly.

relief floods you when you see a familiar head of blonde hair above the others. it comes closer and closer, slinking in between the bodies crowding around you. only until he stops behind kageyama and hinata do you hear his voice.

“move. you’re in the way.”

wordlessly, kageyama and hinata untangle themselves, astonishingly quiet. their eyes follow kei walking up to you, comically widening when he cradles your face gently to asses your injuries.

you smile up at him. “sorry, i just asked them to get you. i know you were waiting for me.”

“it’s fine. i heard what happened,” kei says, with a soft voice unheard of by anyone but you. clearly, with the way you can practically hear the jaws dropping to the ground.

kei maneuvers your head around gently, fingers brushing over a scrape on your cheek. “it looks like it hurts a lot. i’ll just walk you home today.”

your hand comes up to hold his. “yeah, maybe a rain check on plans?”

he nods once, a firm one, before returning a small smile of his own. slowly, he releases you before turning to your bedside, packing your belongings with knowing movements.

it’s a sweet moment, it always is when he dotes on you. he doesn’t show it often, but you radiate whenever it happens. your conversation comes across as small mumbles. an atmosphere a little too intimate as the rest of the team watches, eyes completely bugged out.

nishinoya quickly tugs on yamaguchi’s arm. “hey, hey. what’s this? why are they talking like that?”

“he smiled,” kageyama mumbles.

sugawara laughs, a hint of a blush on his face. “i didn’t know tsukishima could be this sweet…”

hinata just keeps staring.

yamaguchi looks at the rest of team, one eyebrow lifted. “you guys don’t know?”

they all shake their heads.

“they’ve been dating for a year now.”

and the entire room erupts into chaos.

yanyannica

it's not like ushijima wakatoshi to get jealous over anything, but the one time you heavily suspect he does...

"oh? you jealous?"

your tall hunk of a boyfriend stares you down with a mild crease between his eyebrows. you stare back just as intensely with a dopey grin, waiting for an admission from your ever-stoic boyfriend.

it's not everyday you get to see him react like this, so you practically jump the opportunity.

you watch tentatively as he brings up a hand to his chest, clutching his shirt as his gaze drops to the ground — expression stoned not much unlike a rock as he contemplates your words. he never fails to look so serious.

"...am i?"

the blatant confusion on his face couldn't be any more funnier, and you had to stifle your laugh into your hand lest you hurt his feelings.

you really should've known better — of course he wouldn't know what to call it even if it slapped him in the face. we were talking about the guy who went up to you during a random tuesday and confessed that he had an constant urge to kiss you, and innocently asked if you knew anything about it like he was inquiring about homework.

(for an entire week before you officially got together, you had to convince him that no — you were most definitely not hypnotizing him.)

"you're such an idiot, you know?" you nudge his side teasingly, leaning your weight against him as you struggle to keep your giggles at bay.

your hulk of a boyfriend is way too adorable sometimes.

"i'm not quite sure what jealousy feels like. my apologies."

you grimace a bit at his response, now hyper-aware of the way his athletic body feels against your side.

he's never had to be jealous of anything because everyone else is busy being jealous of him!

you pout at him, before poking his side. softly, of course. you might break a finger or two if you went any harder.

you turn back to the matter at hand before it completely derails — you need full details on this rare side of him. "well, what did it feel like when you saw me talking to that guy?"

ushijima takes a moment before his eyes clear up.

"something felt weird here," he gently patted the spot over his heart and your eyes widen in surprise, pulling away to look at him more firmly. "like it got pinched. it didn’t hurt physically, but it made me... sad."

your heart clenches, hard. you swear you heard it crack within your chest too. oh my god. it was one hundred percent your fault! no questions asked!

you reach out to his arms as your eyes turn glassy, "oh, baby. i'm so sor —"

"my muscles contracted by themselves too, like how it feels when i want to hit a spike."

... ha?

your eyes nearly fall out of their sockets. the romantic air disperses in a matter of miliseconds, crashing down to earth.

a spike?!

what the hell? well, good thing you kept the conversation short, or else that guy would've had his head blown off...

a shudder runs down your spine.

you sweat profusely at his profound statement, "n-next time you feel bothered by something like that, make sure you approach me first before doing anything, okay?" for safety purposes!

ushijima blinks at you, completely none the wiser to your inner turmoil.

"alright," he pauses, as if there's something else he wants to say, contemplating it for a few moments before speaking up again. "i don't like feeling jealous. is that a bad thing?"

reallyyyyy such a baby. your baby.

"i'm really sorry for making you feel that way, toshi," leaning up on your tippy toes, you coerce him to lean down into your hold — placing a chaste kiss to his cheek. "you do know that you're the only one i have eyes for, yes?"

he nods affirmatively, like an obedient child heeding their parents' words like it's gospel.

"you trust me, right?"

another truthful nod of approval. you sigh in utter relief as you let him go for him to resume his practice, satisfied at how you were able to prevent a major crisis from occurring.

"i will make sure to consult you first before spiking."

you feel a tear form.

"toshi — baby, no —"

oh toshi yes */smirks deviously

wildeastra

it’s always, “hi, how are you?” and never, “you have bewitched me, body and soul, and i love, i love, i love you. and wish from this day forth never to be parted from you” ... how unfair