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ˏˋ*ೃ༄ my girlfriend's back and she's cooler than ever!

ˏˋ*ೃ༄ my girlfriend's back and she's cooler than ever!

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since the release of avatar fire and ash, ive noticed my avatar fics gaining traction!

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orange juice

Orange Juice - Noah Kahan

➼ information ❧ Haikyuu ❧ Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru ❧ Additional Characters: Hanamaki Takahiro, Hinata Shouyou, Akaashi Keiji, Bokuto Koutarou ❧ Tags: past alcohol abuse/alcoholism, soft! iwaizumi, athletic trainer! iwaizumi, sobriety, character study, relationship study, past oc character death, minor akaashi keiji/bokuto koutarou, drinking, don't worry about the tags this is mainly soft vibes i promise ❧ Summary: Iwaizumi Hajime hosts a party to celebrate his promotion to working for Team Japan's Men's Volleyball Team. When the party dims and most people have left, he invites Oikawa Tooru over. ❧ Word Count: 2,408 ❧ Cross-posted from Archive of Our Own ❧ Original post date: 15 July 2024

When the rowdy people have left and the house gets quiet and gentle, Iwaizumi gives Oikawa a call.

“Do you want to come over?” He asks softly, one arm wrapping loosely around his middle. “Most people have gone home. There’s…” He pauses. “We have some orange juice left. The kids can’t drink the rest. It’s yours if you want.”

Oikawa takes a moment to respond. “I’ll be over in twenty minutes. Want me to bring anything?”

“We’d be happy if it’s just yourself,” he says, and he wishes he could blame the tenderness in his voice on intoxication. 

The orange juice in the main refrigerator is situated with some of his other liquids: almond milk, sweetened tea, and a few bottles of water. There are vegetables in one compartment, and a packet of grapes is haphazardly squished in with his egg carton that’s turned over on its side. It’s been more organized, but parties tend to throw things into disarray. Not only that, but Matsukawa’s kids had clearly been rooting around for his cheese sticks again.

All of the other liquids are in two accessible coolers on the back porch. He didn’t want any of the condensation or melted ice getting on his living room rugs, and besides, most of the guests enjoyed the light decorations and cool air his backyard provided. Thus, where the people were, the drinks followed.

Only four people remain in his house, not including himself. It’s hardly a party anymore, but he knows that doesn’t necessarily matter to Oikawa. Iwaizumi honestly hadn’t fully expected him to accept the invitation. Their conversation about the party beforehand had led to a tentative maybe , and only then if it was nearing the end and everyone was relaxing on the alcohol. Iwaizumi promised him at every invitation and every outing that he would be there in case he felt that the pressure was getting too much, but Oikawa refused each time. And each time, Iwaizumi let him do so without a single complaint.

It wasn’t Iwaizumi’s choice to make. He could only be there for him if Oikawa decided he was ready to try going out again.

He joined the four other men in the living room. Hanamaki is sipping from a beer, but it’s the same one he had an hour ago and still isn’t close to finishing. Bokuto and Akaashi lean on each other on the big coach, with Bokuto spread-limbed to take up as much space as possible. Though Bokuto drank quite a bit, he handles his liquor well and finished his last drink a while back. He keeps animated conversation, but surprisingly, the edges of intoxication seem to be dulling his boisterous tendencies rather than enhancing them. The last of them is Hinata Shouyou, who drinks from his third glass of water and makes the most noise in the room in his conversation with Bokuto.

“Is he coming?” Hanamaki asks, his voice hopeful as he sets his beer to the side. Iwaizumi confirms, and Hanamaki adds: “Good. That’s good.”

And it is good. While Iwaizumi would never judge Oikawa for staying home, that didn’t necessarily mean he wouldn’t have felt a shimmer of disappointment. This is his celebration party for getting the job for the men’s national volleyball team, after all, and he wants to share part of it with the person who made him fall in love with sports medicine in the first place. He wouldn’t be here without Oikawa, and he doesn’t want to celebrate without him.

Oikawa was the first person he told when he got the good news, obviously. And, obviously, Oikawa immediately sobbed his eyes out. It’s been a long, long journey for them. Even if Iwaizumi teased him relentlessly for his reaction, he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t feel the same torrent of emotions coursing through him that threatened to make his eyes water, too.

Despite all the pride he feels for himself and what he knows Oikawa feels for him, too, they are haunted by the bitter current running under them. Even though they both have worked so hard their entire lives, only one of them has reached his dreams. The other had to quit before he crossed the finish line.

Iwaizumi’s enjoying the company and contributing to the ever-present conversation when Oikawa steps into the living room twenty-five minutes after their call. He’s dressed smartly in a blue blazer, black pants, and the brown-rimmed glasses he hates but Iwaizumi loves. Before he has a chance to greet his new guest, Hinata jumps up to slap Oikawa’s back.

“It’s been forever! Glad you could make it!” He exclaims. It has been forever for Hinata. Their last in-person conversation had been back in Brazil; their correspondence since has been made completely of text messages and Twitter reposts. From the stories he’s heard, he knows that Oikawa was a huge help to Hinata when he was feeling homesick and trodden in South America. Hinata has been trying to meet up again, but their lives were too conflicting until today.

Oikawa laughs lightly. “Congrats on the national team, shrimp,” he says. “Never doubted you for a second.” Hanamaki coughs to mask his scoff, and Oikawa sends him a glare.

He moves to settle on the ground beside Iwaizumi’s feet, resting his back on the arm of the chair. One leg splays out while the other curls into his chest, the metal knee brace making a small, audible click with the movement. Iwaizumi doesn’t pretend to not notice it; he runs his fingertips soothingly over the back of Oikawa’s neck, and Oikawa relaxes marginally.

The conversation is a little stilted and awkward at first, but that’s to be expected. He acclimates quickly to the natural ebb and flow of the conversation once he grasps their dynamics. And though Iwaizumi and Hanamaki make an active effort to steer the conversation, Hinata ends up asking the burning question. His smaller stature makes it harder for him to sober up, regardless of the fact that he’s now on his fourth glass of water. 

“How long have you been sober?”

Iwaizumi is the one who tenses, his fingers stopping where he was absently playing with Oikawa’s collar. Oikawa doesn’t show much of a reaction. He smiles and answers: “A year, as of last month.”

Hinata grins brightly at him. “I’m really proud of you, man.”

“Thank you. It… hasn’t been easy. But, you know,” Oikawa inhales, “I’ve never been good at backing down from a challenge.”

The faint tension breaks under the joke, and their laughs turn back into easy conversation. A few minutes pass. Oikawa slowly pries himself off the ground. “I’m going to get something to drink. My mouth feels like the Gobi desert and my skin will break out if I get dehydrated,” he declares before sauntering to the hallway.

When you have known someone for as long as Iwaizumi and Oikawa have, you develop a kind of sixth sense. They are tuned into each other in a manner that no one else is, as if their nerves are wired to feel the other’s physical and mental receptions rather than their own. There is nothing that outwardly indicates any kind of distress at all. Hanamaki doesn’t even notice anything off until Iwaizumi gets up to follow Oikawa several seconds later. Their eyes meet. Hanamaki raises his eyebrows curiously.

“I’m also thirsty,” Iwaizumi says lamely, not really trying to hide his true intentions. Akaashi kindly asks for a glass of water, and Hanamaki lets him leave without a word.

He finds Oikawa leaning his lower back against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed over his chest. Iwaizumi doesn’t say anything; just opens the refrigerator, pulls out the plastic jug of orange juice, and pours it out into a glass cup. He had set them all out for easy access to the guests. Only five remain.

Oikawa takes the cup when Iwaizumi hands it to him, staring at the orange liquid with a carefully neutral expression before taking a sip. “Thanks,” he says, and it’s nothing like the polite gratitude he gave Hinata when the spiker congratulated his sobriety. It’s two decades’ worth of pain and struggles for an attainable dream, only for it to lead to more pain and shattered goals. It’s the four years he couldn’t go a day without alcohol; it’s the year and one month he hasn’t let a drop grace his lips.

Then Oikawa sets the orange juice on the counter — an open invitation. Iwaizumi steps forward, wrapping his arms around Oikawa’s back and bringing him in close. Oikawa buries his nose into Iwaizumi’s neck, and his heart beats a little too fast; Iwaizumi can feel it against his own chest.

“What is it?” Iwaizumi prods gently, pressing a kiss to the crook between Oikawa’s neck and shoulder.

He doesn’t get an immediate answer, though he doesn’t need one.

Last month wasn’t just the anniversary of Oikawa’s sobriety. It was also the one-year death anniversary of Matsukawa’s wife, killed by a drunk driver.

Matsukawa had been at the party for a little while but had to take his kids home before they missed their bedtimes. He’d wished Iwaizumi well, and Oikawa, too, if he decided to come.

There was no bad blood between them. Oikawa didn’t kill his wife, and Matsukawa doesn’t blame him for struggling with addiction.

Oikawa’s hands tighten on his shirt.

A year and a month ago, Iwaizumi had called Oikawa to deliver the news. He’d been drunk at a bar, which hadn’t surprised Iwaizumi. He had just hoped he had a safe way home. Then Oikawa started cursing out all of the bartenders who’d served him in the past four years. His speech was slurred, and he’d stumbled on his way out of the bar. Into the phone, he swore off alcohol through choked-back tears.

I’m done. I’m sorry. I’m sorry!

A week later, he’d shown up to the funeral with Iwaizumi, completely sober, his hands stuffed into his pockets to hide the tremors.

“You smell like your awful shampoo,” Oikawa says. Iwaizumi knows what he’s really saying.

You don’t smell like alcohol.

“Insult my shampoo again and I’m breaking up with you,” he replies with no bite. Oikawa starts to sway them to the slow song playing from Iwaizumi’s speakers.

They are missing a lively conversation. Hinata and Bokuto’s voices rise again, and Hanamaki laughs loudly. “It’s so hard,” Oikawa whispers underneath the laughter and late-night joy.

“When have you ever let that stop you?” Iwaizumi whispers back.

This is the first party Oikawa has been to in a year and one month. He hasn’t allowed himself to be this close to alcohol. He named a certain phenomenon as personal pressure, an intense desire to fit in even when nobody is actually telling him he has to. It’d be worse if someone did try to give him something.

I don’t trust myself to say no , he’d admitted. And I trust you, but. You know.

Iwaizumi hadn’t needed anything more than that. He’d seen the ways Oikawa had skirted authorities while knee-deep in his reliance, the places he’d hidden his bottles, and the lies that had flown from his tongue to keep himself afloat.

Life has a funny way of taking everything good and tearing it to shreds. Oikawa had his career going great for him. In Argentina, he played for a professional team and was working on his citizenship. Iwaizumi was proud and happy for him, even if that meant their friendship would be permanently altered to fit long distance.

They would likely drift apart and make new friends that they could be physically close with all the time. They would find comfort in it, eventually, and no longer be pained by the love they almost had.

Then Oikawa’s knee slid out of place and dashed his career in the blink of an eye. He moved back to Japan before he could complete naturalizing as an Argentinian citizen, and Iwaizumi returned from the United States with his master’s, intent on continuing his grad school education to work as an athletic trainer.

What he found in Japan wasn’t an Oikawa adapting to life as he had during his first knee injury in high school. He found an Oikawa who couldn’t adapt.

He bounced between one job and the next, unable to keep up his work ethic, and gradually moved into worse and worse apartments when rent became too expensive to accommodate his liquid expenses. His liver was failing. His skin was tinting yellow at his extremities and around his eyes. By official standards, he was a functioning alcoholic, but he was not a functioning human being.

Iwaizumi didn’t leave him in that whole time. Hanamaki and Matsukawa were there, too, filling in the gaps where Iwaizumi couldn’t. But nothing changed because Oikawa didn’t register that he and his relationships were being hurt by his actions. If Oikawa was in pain, then nothing mattered. He was used to that one way or another.

Seeing himself behind the wheel, that wheel, was different. It wasn’t himself and those closest to him anymore. It was his best friend’s wife.

Oikawa hadn’t been driving that day, but he could’ve been. He easily could’ve been the one who killed Matsukawa’s wife — a mother of two, a daughter, a friend, a human being. He’d driven drunk before. His plan could’ve been to drive to the park an hour earlier instead of hanging around the bar. He could’ve been the one drifting across the lanes, failing to see or think clearly in the overwhelming daylight. He could’ve been.

A year and a month is a long time. But, Iwaizumi thinks, it’s easier when he has people he can lean on. People he associates with positive experiences and times when all he had to worry about were the concerning amount of confessions he was receiving every week, the English test he couldn’t afford to fail, and whether or not he could beat the next high school volleyball team.

Oikawa shifts to lean his forehead against Iwaizumi’s. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Iwaizumi affirms, tilting his head up to kiss him on the lips. Oikawa’s wearing Iwaizumi’s favorite chapstick, the kind that tastes like Coca-Cola. “I’m glad you could make it.”

Oikawa exhales, his warm breath tickling Iwaizumi’s face. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

[pinknipszz]

hyping this up bc its a soft fic n the best person ever wrote it

YAHHHH HAIKYUU TAKE OVER!!

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1) what's your favorite fanfic of all time? the one you're thinking about almost every day

2) how can someone become a moot with you?

3) what does your dream date look like?

hello my darling nonie!!

thankyou very much for feeding my ask addiction, hehe i love answering them in between bursts of writing :3

now lemme answer!

1 - my fave fanfic of all time? hmmm.

this is such a big biiiig question. i have a lot of talented moots, and i have quite a few of their fics that i think about all the time. like @neptuneblue ‘cupid’s quiver’ and @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat ‘sometimes i long to eat you up’. any of @dollsuguru snippets i greedily scoff too lol. @pinknipszz heian era sukuna drabbles are little gemstones, the vibes are immaculate. ooo i also think of @bungalowbear ‘wolves of tokyo’ too, again because, VIBES!!

however my top one that takes up a lot of my thoughts is the series ‘the odyssey’ by @lovenona . i really take my hat off to this author and the series for getting me back into writing. the story is so brilliantly crafted, and the writing is absolutely astonishing and dreamy. adele took my brain to another world and needs to win a fanfic award ASAPPPP!

i have my fav art/fics under my favorites tag if you’d like to see more :)

2 - you wanna be moots?!?!? let’s be moots :3

honestly though i really don’t mind anyone reaching out to me, as long as we interact in a respectful way and keep it relatively light. please don’t be shy, i really hope i’m not intimidating hehe :)

and if you are too shy, plsplsplspls give me an emoji or something so i can assign it to you! then we can still chat and i’ll know it’s you (kinda, lol) (btw :3nonie if you’re seeing this, I MISS YOU WHERE DID YOU GO?!??)

helpful hint i guess – I LOVE TOJI!! in case you haven’t noticed already, i have a lot of toji brainrot hehe, so that is the way to my heart eheh :3 @tadabzzzbee is well aware of this hahaha

commenting your thoughts or how much you liked my fics really makes my day, and chances are i will instantly follow you if you’re consistently interacting with my pieces! because while i do notice my regular likers, but it’s people who comment that i really remember and am more inclined to follow!

3 - dream date?!?!?!

HMMMM!!! i suppose a picnic date on the beach, on a day when it’s pleasantly warm and i won’t be cold at all, so i can wear my pretty summer clothes. strawberries and fresh cream is a MUSTTTT!! ooo and fresh lemonade would be wonderful too hehe.

[pinknipszz]

awwee lily :’DDD my heart is FULL

[pinknipszz]

me sending in that ask as if it hasn’t been 7 months since i last published a fanfiction

where have u been twin

[pinknipszz]

when are you gonna write something new 🙄🥱

NOOOOO U GAGGED ME WITH THIS ONE

[faintrustle]

I wasn't expecting this kind of KIBUTSUJI MUZAN:

[pinknipszz]

no lie these pics r so..🤤🤤🤤🤤

[pinknipszz]

MY BIRD OF PARADISE

⤷ ambiguous time period (farmer’s daughter au?)

your daddy hates ryomen sukuna.

the bastard’s boy has grown into a bad man, so stay out of his way, he would say over television static with a cuban cigar wedged between his teeth. the bastard in question was sukuna’s own father, who had worked alongside your daddy when they had just turned into men so many years ago.

they had been close for a little while and even swore secrecy, but sukuna's father had screwed him over so badly that it’s been simmering under his skin since. you don't recall, but it was something about business.

men hold grudges far worse than women. you hear these words in the salon you frequent, and you’ve come to think that it’s true, because even when sukuna’s father never returned from the war, your daddy popped open a bottle of caillez lemaire and rounded off your allowance to the nearest cent.

you love your daddy. you truly do, even if his fusses over silly grudges that date back long before you were even born, but your intrigue, your naivety, can’t be helped.

because you sometimes hear sukuna's name in the wind. circling around the farmers’ market, floating high above green pastures, or knocking at your yellow-tinted bedroom window. when it does, you pluck it from the air and taste it on your lips, eager to understand the tall and troubled man living alone in his old-fashioned farmhouse.

as foolish young women do, you take every chance you get to catch another man’s attention: wearing thin cotton skirts and tight-fitted shirts, visiting his stall at the farmers’ market, buying a handful of pears (your least favorite fruit, but it’s the only thing he sells), and brushing his hand when he gives you your produce in a cheap plastic bag.

his inked face looks meaner up close, almost set in a permanent scowl, but there’s something else—a hunger—which you foolishly mistake for grief over a dead father. your heart aches for him as you leave, unaware that his own burns brightly with a desire so unbecoming for a normal man.

(masterlist) | (a/n: ur papa and sukuna's papa def had something going on/hj)

[pinknipszz]

this au is actually my baby

[ihopeiexplode]

Householdhusband!Sukuna x CEO!Reader (+ some dad!sukuna too)

A/N: idk how u guys like my word bcs ys there so many of u begging me to upload something 😞😞(ily guys!!!)

Householdhusband!Sukuna

Who absolutely refused to be a stay-at-home husband. Why should you be the one working when he's a perfect provider? Sure your gonna inherit a company but still!

Householdhusband!Sukuna

who didn't even know how to do a simple household task, so why not turn to uraume for help!! sure he brunt down the kitchen one too many times in the process but hey none perfect right!...

Householdhusband!Sukuna

who saw your apron in your closet and decided to use it despite it being too 'girly' for his taste, why did he use it? he loves how comfy and multi-functional it is, plus he also like how it reminds him of you (refer to the cover pic for the ref!!)

(thx rina for this hc!! ^)

Householdhusband!Sukuna

who actually turned out to be a good cook after countless trial and errors with uraume...did he like doing it? no.

(yes he does he just doesnt wanna admit it bc its sukuna duh!!)

Householdhusband!Sukuna

who always cooks your favorite desserts/foods when you had a long day at work, he sees you upset the moment you walk through that door? he's imminently rushing to the kitchen grabbing the ingredients he needs

Householdhusband!Sukuna

who loves bringing you a whole feast when u wake up on every Saturday and Sunday, you're one providing for him plus being a CEO is hard work so why not reward you for it right?

Householdhusband!Sukuna

who brought you the lunch you left on your first day of your job and the moment he stepped into the building, everyone thought he CEO instead of you, i mean he screams CEO vibes doesn't he?

Householdhusband!Sukuna

who hates being teased by jin whenever he comes over to visit, sure the first thing he sees is sukuna in the kitchen wearing a pretty pink apron...

"You look pretty in pink, matches your hair" "ill kick you out the house if i hear one more word from you" "Shouldn't it be 'y/ns' house seeing how she's the provider?" woah i wonder how jin ended up out side your house in the cold!!! wonder who did that guys!!!

Householdhusband!Sukuna + Dad!Sukuna

who somehow convinced you to have a child with him...how? no clue!!

Householdhusband!Sukuna + Dad!Sukuna

who always fight with your child for your attention, you could be back home from work and you see a little mini sukuna and a large sukuna running towards you, with the mini on your leg and the large on your right as they push and pull you from one side to another

(sukuna ends up winning cause hes up against a child why wouldn't he)

Householdhusband!Sukuna + Dad!Sukuna

who doesn't let ANYONE in 'his' kitchen mf like Gordan Ramsay in there, the kitchen is quite literally his sanctuary and won't let ANYONE in regardless of what you are to him, but maybe he'll make expectations just for you and you ONLY.

and guess whos blacklisted from the kitchen? no other than your child seeing how they always play around with sukunas ingredients every time he cooks

Householdhusband!Sukuna

who gets anxious whenever you try helping him cook.. what if you mess up?.. sure he appreciates the fact your helping but he rather do it himself so its quicker and perfect!!

"y/n...your doing it wrong." "move. let me do it." "you didnt put enough of it." "y'know what just go...the kitchen might end up burning because of you." thats alot coming from someone who burnt it down 22th times whenever he tried cooking for the first time....

Householdhusband!Sukuna + Dad!Sukuna

who surprisingly gets along with other moms when he started parenting sessions, he even got some great tips on how to approach you whenever your feeling down did i mention he turned out to be great at gossiping to? And of course Sukuna always updates you on the latest gossip despite not knowing who the gossips about anyway..

Now you have random beef with a girl named Eleanor..

"Wait so if shes upset I shouldn't try comforting or helping her?? How does that make sense??"

"trust us. It'll make things worse. Only help her when she asks to and only comfort her when it really gets bad...buttt when she's on her period there's some exceptions to that rule"

"gosh women so confusing for what reason..."

—

"did you guys hear about Eleanor??"

"which Eleanor?"

"the one who has a kid with her husband that isn't even his"

"eugh. Her... Could you believe she tried striking up a conversation with me while I was out shopping? Don't get too close to me woman don't wanna get infected by whatever Infection she has going on in her mouth"

"Right! Seriously that girl has some real bad breath..."

"did I also mention I saw her out with another man while shopping?"

"no way. Was it Tobias?.."

"Xavier."

"THE BROTHER OF HER HUSBAND OUT OF ALL PEOPLE??"

(based of an actual convo I heard while I was in the mall🔥🔥)

Householdhusband!Sukuna

who HATES. the submissive allegations he gets whenever someone finds out your the man and provider in your relationship

"hey Sukuna since y/ns providing does that mean your the bottom in bed??"

"jin stfu you should NOT be speaking.. acting as if Kaori isn't the provider..."

"that's a different story..."

"this is why I should've eaten you in womb."

"I don't like that joke seeing how you actually almost ate me in it.."

"exactly.

[⛩️] @: Likes & Reblogs R appreciated! ^^

Permanent Taglist: @megumisfave

[pinknipszz]

sorry ive been MIA gang😭

BUT IM FLYING BACK HOME THIS FRIDAYYY

[satorisoup]

UWAHHH i found this super cute picrew so i had to start a lil tag chain !! ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝

tags <3 ( no pressure )

@dira333 @lowkeyremi @verahella @y2kuromi @lu-naes @omitea @sweetfushi + anyone else who would like to join !!

[blueberrisdove]

This is soo cute! Thank you for the tag! ( ´ ▽ ` ) @tazumii

No pressure tags : @gojoroui @angelsrcute @chuuyrr @dreamf1uxx @sugutiva & any one who would like to join!

[sugutiva-deactivated20250130]

ty for da tag ruka! 💘💘

🏷️: @cockaiine + @sugulani + @ohsuguru + @gorehsk + @rosesaints + anyone who wants to join!

[ohsuguru]

is li shen suguru's favourite kitty ???

tagging: @ohimsummer @kentovertime @satoruwiki @screampied @lxnarphase @teddybeartoji @starfaez @sttoru

[ohimsummer]

THANK U LI SHEN FOR TAG MWAHHHHH 😽

I am not immune to the call of the cow hybrid 👁️

NP TAGZ :3 @staryukis @teddybeartoji @lvminy @blkkizzat @bunny-xoxo @sugu-love @risuola + ANYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO :33

[teddybeartoji]

EEEEEEEEEEE THANK U SUMMYY AND THANK U @ohsuguru FOR THE TAGSS<333333

SOOOOCUTEEEE I LOVE ITT>:3333

no pressure tags: @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat @mossmotif @dollsuguru @sugulani @natty-whines @13curses @fyorina @lovedazai @forest-hashira @cloudwisp @jasonsmirrorball <3333

[dollsuguru]

THIS WAS SO CUTE HEHE FANK YEW MICKEY :3

tagging: @chwoso @storiesoflilies @mikichko @connorsui :3

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heheheh thank you for the tag my cutie kairo <3

tagging: @pinknipszz @bungalowbear and anyone else who would like to join :3

[pinknipszz]

i tried making furina since i pulled her recently, but it also vaguely resembles freminet????? or am i insane

@mania-sama do this too😛😛 (ANYONE CAN JOIN AS WELL BTW)

[luvrodite]

tag game!! saw this picrew and decided to make one of myself because it’s so cutie :((

no pressure tagging: @teddybeartoji @flowerpotmage @theold-ultraviolence and anyone else who would like to do this!!

[teddybeartoji]

YOU'RE SOOO PRETTY WHAT THE FUCKK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCKKKK SUDDENLY MY NAME IS JASONN PICK ME CHOOSE ME LOVE MEE RO MY DARLINGG ILYYYY!!!!

eehehehe kitty!mickey>:3333

no pressure tags: @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat @staryukis @lxnarphase @neptuneblue @mossmurdock @ohimsummer @dollsuguru @ffsg0jo @tojilvrs @entirelysein-e @yuta-nation <333

[dollsuguru]

THIS WAS SO CUTE & FUN HEHE <333 TY FOR THE TAG MICKEY :3

tagging: @storiesoflilies @mikichko @connorsui @hayakawalove :3

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KAIROOOOO!!!! BESTIEEEEE thankyou for the tag heheheh :3 ily so much and i love the vibes of your pic xo

no pressure tags: @neptuneblue @bungalowbear @pinknipszz @ffsg0jo and anyone else who would like to join!!

[pinknipszz]

sigh lily u have no idea how much i LOVE these

anyways i tried to make padparadscha from hit manga series houseki no kuni

@mania-sama DO THIS NEOW🤬

[ffsg0jo]

i'm not the moon, i'm not even a star

eid mubarak to all those that are celebrating :)) i wanted to do a quick event for eid because it's a really special time for me, and i want to spread the happiness and joy with everyone.

this event is open to everyone and anyone, regardless of whether you celebrate or not !! so please feel free to join in on the fun <33

SUN

[selfship drabble - mutuals only]

bask in the warmth of the sun with a drabble, featuring you and your fictional other. don't forget to bring water to stay hydrated, and lather on some sunscreen!

to receive a drabble, please send me the following in an ask: your selfship (from jjk/bnha/haikyuu/aot/kny), your hobbies, your dislikes, and 3+ selfship headcanons. feel free to be as detailed as you want <33 (if you're stuck you can talk about how you met/your favourite things to do together/a memorable moment etc). your asks will NOT be posted and will be promptly sent back to you after drabble is posted.

[6/10 slots left] - ik it can take long to write an ask for feel free to ask me to save you a spot :))

MOON

[appearance matchups - followers only + off anon]

the moon envies you, hearing their whispers of your beauty spoken into the starry night. they seem truly entranced by everything about you. if only you knew how much they admired you.

to find out who your secret admirer is send me the following in an ask: your pronouns, nickname, a picture/picrew of you, a fandom (jjk/haikyuu/bnha/aot/kny), any characters i should avoid, gender preference, and lastly 3 of your likes and dislikes. asks will NOT be posted and will be promptly sent back to you after your matchup is posted.

[6/20 slots left]

STAR

[headcanons/drabble - open to all + anons welcome]

the night sky is saturated with glistening stars littering its entire surface. galaxies and universes are hidden amongst these, waiting to be discovered and found. are you ready to explore?

to request headcanons/a mini drabble, please send me the following in an ask: a character from any of the fandoms i write for (jjk/hq/aot/kny/bnha), an au you want me to write, or a short scenario, and type of reader (fem/gn). i WILL be posting these asks, so feel free to use anon if you'd like.

[no slots, feel free to send as many as you'd like until 20/06/24]

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[pinknipszz]

oh my gosh this sounds so fun and clever! <3

[mania-sama]

okay i don’t have the means of explaining it right now, but i entirely, 100%, agree and am elated by the decisions gege has made in chapter 261 regarding gojo.

and i really do mean it. there is something so pitiful, so perversive, so human, yet so vulturous in the entire situation; to drain yourself of your blood and life to keep the needy satiated, yet when you are dead, they eat your liver and gnaw on your bones

[pvrando]

Very long Sukuna

I really have no idea what came over me to draw these but I had to do it, and now you have to suffer the consequences He heard Uraume unwrap food packages

[pinknipszz]

LMAOOO

[pinknipszz]

kayaking is my calling

[mintmatcha]

sukuna is this bad boy womanizer that claims that he'll never settle down, and then you happen and BAM. he's in your shared kitchen, heating up a bottle for your baby so you can get a bath and a glass of wine

he's like. wait how the fuck did THIS happen?

[mintmatcha]

he was hooking up with you solely because the way your pussy churns when he fucks you hard, but now he's dressing your son - HIS son- for the day? and he's hoping the next baby is a girl??

[mintmatcha]

"where'd you put my fucking balls?"

you turn on the faucet and cup the water to your face, rinsing off the lather of your nighttime routine. sukuna leans his shoulder against the doorway, soapy baby bottle still in hand. his white shirt is soaked through, the dark, thick lines of his tattoos peeking through as it clings tight to his skin.

"What balls?"

"My fucking testicles," he growls. even with that snarl on his face, he's looking good tonight, just as he always is. "Because you clearly have them in your purse or something."

You bark out a laugh and his sneer just gets deeper.

"You neutered me." He flings the bottle in the air and suds fling across the room. You squeal and shield yourself from the spray. "I'm in the kitchen washing fucking baby bottles!"

"Ugh, not well though!" You wipe away the suds from your arms. "This is still soapy!"

"That's not the point!" Sukuna pops a hand on his hip.in a surprisingly sassy pose. "I used to be a bad ass, cracking skulls, snorting coke-- fuck, I used to churn your pussy good all night, every night."

You stick out your tongue and grimace in disgust. "Ugh, don't say churn, it makes it sound like you were making butter in my vagina."

He rolls a shoulder and mumbles under his breath, "Something was creaming."

"That something was you." You point to the door behind him where your son is sleeping. "I told you to pull out."

"You and that demon pussy destroyed me." Sukuna laments. "You've domesticated me! Collared me! Ruined me!"

You just return to your face routine.

"Fine." You pump out a bit of moisturer. "Never ask me for another kid then."

Your husband is halfway across the room before you finish speaking. "Wait, hold on."