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I might get some flack for this but i hate reading x readers and our S/O either cheats or they and YN are arguing and things get out of hand and they say some horrible to YN and then YN slaps them across the face. ITS NOT OKAY! I see this a lot with like Male characters and fem x readers. It doesnt matter what they said to YN it's not okay to resort to violence to them just because they are a boy. Alot of times in these story's they make it's out like the reader is defending herself ( not in a threatening position, but when the character and her are just arguing or is just emotionally hurt I am not talking about when the character is already being physically threatening) but in the end it's not okay. Because if they roles were reversed and The Female reader said hurtful things and the Male character and he slapped them itd be labeled domestic abuse. Sorry for my rant I just hate how its normalized in fanfiction.

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Hey I'm looking for a fanfiction I read a couple of month ago and I cant find it!

It's an Ushijima x reader and I believe it's called "dont call it a crush" but I'm not 100% sure I thought I saved it but i guess i didnt. I loved the story line. Incase that's not the name this is the summary from what I remember.

It was about YN going to shiratorizawa and she has a crush on Ushi but doesnt think he feel the same way. And shes FWB with Semi. I'm sorry im not more detailed.

If you know the story or the author please let me know!!!

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osamu x f!reader, atsumu tags/warnings. mostly angst, some fluff, assassin!au, amnesia, slight reincarnation au, blood, torture, deaths, kinda slow burn, i’m sorry atsumu, enemies and lovers synopsis. you are the daughter of a drug dealer, and osamu’s the assassin hired to kill you. except he can’t, and he doesn’t know why. but he’s going to find out through lost memories. notes. for @datech​ because she asked if i could do slow burn enemies AND lovers (this was hard but i hope you like it dia 🥺) hehe & thanks to @nikki–han​, @akaashirin​ & @iis4d​ for beta-ing <3

FIVE MONTHS AND THREE DAYS.

The voice in his head tells him to trust his instincts, his intuition. Whenever in doubt, trust the latter.

He can’t remember where he’s heard this from, but it’s stuck in his head, nagging at him right at this moment. 

It feeds his confusion to no end; the way his index finger rests on the trigger but he can’t summon the will to press down on it. This isn’t something that ever gives him hesitance, or not that he recalls for the past ten years. Killing is second nature to Osamu Miya by now, so what is he waiting for?

His target is lying unconscious in front of him, caught in the dark trap of a deep sleep, and no one else is around to stop him. This is what he was raised for, ever since he can remember, but there’s something about the way your eyes move beneath your lids, the way you’re so unprotected that in turn makes him want to protect you.

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Hey Guys I just want to say sorry to anyone who has put a request in for a wallpaper. I'm going through alot right now and having a really hard time but I promise that they will be coming. Again I'm sorry for the wait.

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I dislike how majority of tiktok has created the staple that Oikawa bratty whiny twink thats only thing is Iwa-chan and stereotype him that way. BELIEVE Me I love Iwaio it's my favorite ship in the show. I love their dynamic they make the perfect bestfriends to lovers trope I can read that shit all day. And this isnt about me complaining about top and bottom stuff because that shouldn't be the focal point of the character I just dont like that it feel like they've put him in this tiny box of this is all he is when hes such a complex character there is so much more to Oikawa than that and its just suck that on that platform its seems that's all they want to view him as.

when someone grossly misinterprets your fav and somehow it is popular and somehow more well-liked than their complex canon personality and storyline

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WHO’S YOUR DADDY? | part three

ft. oikawa/iwaizumi x fem!reader

tw: language

wc: 2.9k

part one. | part two.

Not even once did it occur to you that you would have the dilemma of inviting a good friend aboard your home. Well, if it wasn’t Iwaizumi, you would’ve been up and about inside, tidying the living room and making refreshments. But it’s Iwaizumi. And the question still hung heavy in the air: What is he doing here?

When he finally looked up to meet your eyes, all the years that you haven’t seen him punched you right in the guts. The college boy you have met and remembered became just a phantom of who he is today.

His fierce yet kind eyes were the same. And the filled out muscles on his biceps and chest told you that he never once faltered when working out. He wears a fitted black shirt, perfectly hugging the chiseled muscles of his body, and his frame would definitely make GQ models sweat in awe. Clean and hot. You couldn’t remember him looking this hot, though.

“Kino,” you called for your son, eyes never leaving the man in front of you, as though if you’d blink, he would take away your baby boy, “Go to our room.”

Kino glanced at the unfamiliar man in front of him before heeding your command. Finally, the door from your bedroom door closed.

“Come in.”

You picked up some of Kino’s toys littered on the floor while Iwaizumi roamed his eyes around your little apartment before making himself comfortable on the couch.

“Coffee? Tea? What do you drink?” asked you, still not looking at him and pretending to fix the pillow on the couches.

“It’s okay, Y/N. I’ll be on my way in a few,” he said. Even his voice has become more mature. As if it came deep from his throat. “I just have a few questions to ask.”

That’s your turn to look at him. Right now, you were beyond scared of what questions his pretty mouth would ask. You realized that you haven’t prepared yourself for this moment. Even though you believed you did. “If it’s about my son,” you muttered, putting emphasis on the word my, “I don’t know if there’s something that’d interest you.”

Iwaizumi looked at you as if it’s his first time seeing you. His thick brows were knitted together, lips compressed in a thin line. “Kino? Is that his name?” Iwaizumi took one step closer, you held your chin up. “Yes. It’s about your son, Y/N. And I know there are a million things about him that’d interest me.”

He looked pissed. For whatever reasons, you have no idea. Is he mad that you kept your son away? God, what is he here for?

“Alright,” you said, making your words as succinct and clear as possible, “Ask away.”

“Does Oikawa know this?”

“Why does he need to?” was your immediate answer. You knew you were fooling around. Because Makki has recognized your son, Iwaizumi did too, with just one glance. That was how hard Oikawa’s genes were. He didn’t even leave any for you, besides the color of Kino’s hair.

Iwaizumi seemed as though he was trying to remain placid, but all he wanted was to scream. “Y/N. Oikawa is my best friend. I grew up with him. I know exactly what he looked like when we were kids.” He glanced at the door leading to your bedroom, to where Kino is. “And the little boy inside that room— he is Oikawa, Y/N. When he was five years old.”

What do you do now? Do you cry? Do you deny it? God, deny it? In front of Iwaizumi? Who has known Oikawa since they learned how to walk?

“Don’t… don’t tell him,” were the only words you managed to say.

Iwaizumi leaned back on the couch, as if all the boulders inside his chest has been lifted off. He took your words as a confirmation of what he came here for in the first place. And for that, he could breathe again. “How and why, Y/N? How did it happen and why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you tell Oikawa? Is that why you never answered my calls? Texts? E-mails?”

Yes. You blocked him years ago. After you gave birth to Kino. “I was scared. Both of you were doing so well with your lives and I didn’t want to sabotage that.”

He made it look like he has a hard time understanding you, for his confusion only deepened, etched through his face like vivid paint on a canvas. “One call,” Iwaizumi said, low and certain, “One call. And I would’ve flown back for you. You know that.”

“That was the point, Iwa.” His name felt foreign even to your own tongue. How long has it been? “You would come back. And what would happen, then? You would be tied to a responsibility that could either trample your dreams in the end. I didn’t even know who was the father before I gave birth to him.” Iwaizumi’s shoulder twitched back, he opened his mouth then closed it again. You shut him down with another statement, “He was conceived when we spent the night together. You, Oikawa, and me. The three of us.”

“W… what?” Iwaizumi stammered. His handsome face falling into utter bewilderment. When you kept looking at him with confirmation burning in your eyes, Iwaizumi’s shoulders sagged once more. He ran his hands through his face, the heels of his palm pushing on his closed eyelids. “I’m so sorry, Y/N— fuck, I’m so sorry.”

The words swirled in the air. Along with the apologies that he couldn’t specify. Despite that, you knew them already. He was apologetic for not being responsible enough. He was sorry for jumping into his lust in his own volition, not thinking through the consequences of his actions.

“Don’t,” you spoke in a determined yet soft voice. He didn’t need to beat himself because of it. It was in the past. And if that didn’t happen, you wouldn’t have Kino now. The latter petrified the shit out of you more than anything. “It was a mistake, yes. But I didn’t regret it. Not even once.”

“Neither did I,” he confirmed, “But you had to go through it alone. For that, I’m sorry.”

“That was a choice, Iwa. You don’t need to burden yourself because of it.”

The both of you were quiet for a moment. Before you remember one of the important things you should ask him. “How did you find us?”

Iwaizumi lifted his gaze towards you. “Makki. He told us he saw Oikawa’s five-year-old twin in a daycare center.” Of course. Fuck Makki. “I asked him where, so he told us the name of the school. The name hit something inside me. I knew I’ve encountered it somewhere before. Then I remember that one time, when I visited one of your social media accounts with a new account. You checked in the same school.”

You cursed at yourself inwardly. A simple mistake. A simple post. Who would’ve thought that because of that, Iwaizumi would fly towards your front door in a blink of an eye?

“I also visited the profile of the school. They have this album of their family day. I saw you with little Oikawa. And I told myself, what are the odds? What are the fucking odds, Y/N?”

“That’s how you… completed the puzzle?”

He made a sound through his throat. “Yes.”

Silence.

You don’t have any word left to say. To think that you have been careful all this time, only ever posting pictures of Kino in your private Instagram, and Iwaizumi easily had the inkling that you had a son with a simple picture.

“You do know that Oikawa needs to know this, right?”

You snapped your head towards him and away from your thoughts. He does. But you don’t want to. “What makes you think that he would accept Kino? He’s hated me all his life.”

Iwaizumi looked affronted by your sudden outburst. He looked at you, hard. “I know he would accept him without a word, Y/N. That’s why you have to tell him. But if you don’t, and he came back— because you know he will— then he saw Kino, not even I could tell what he would do.”

For two more years, you have managed to keep Kino away from Oikawa. Not that he knows about him, and not that he searches for him.

You have successfully coerced Iwaizumi to keep it as a secret. Until you knew what to do and what to tell his best friend. He said he won’t meddle in the situation if it’s not needed, since you are still Kino’s mother and you have all the rights in your hands to reveal his existence to Oikawa or not. But he never failed to remind you of the consequences of keeping your son away from his father.

Time and time again, it shows. Those damn consequences. Kino would ask you about his father, with tears in his eyes, about who he was and what does he do for a living. Every time he asked, your heart would be torn in two because then, you had to lie again.

However, because of Iwaizumi’s comfort, Kino’s questions has been kept at bay. He stood as an uncle Kino ever had. If he didn’t have training with the Japan Volleyball Team, he would always visit Kino and play with him. It was fun when he was still five years old. Today, he gained two years of his life. And if you thought that he couldn’t be more ‘Oikawa’, you were wrong.

Sometimes, it makes you angry— their frightening similarities. Oikawa might as well gave the color of his hair to Kino too. Iwaizumi notices that, too. He never failed to tell you how similar they look like.

Mattsun and the other former members of Seijoh VC doesn’t know about Kino, proving Iwaizumi’s loyalty to his promise that he won’t tell anyone.

Nowadays, you have busy days ahead of you. The Olympics has just started. And you would’ve been over the roof because of elation, if not for the fact that Oikawa is back. The devil is here. And he would ruin your life if you let him.

The moment you saw him in the monitors, your legs shook. Everything you have prepared for your inevitable meeting went crashing down like a landslide. His hair was much shorter now. Other than that, you couldn’t tell if something in him truly changed. And you hated your stupid heart for rejoicing that he was back. Just a hands’ reach away from you.

Everytime Kino would sit with you on the couch to watch the Olympics, you would always have the remote control beside you. Ready to click in to another channel if as little as Oikawa’s hair strand would appear in the television monitor. Luckily, not much media companies has their eyes on him. Except for one.

“You’re from Seijoh, right?” Your boss smiled her luxurious one at you, her hands placed and folded together neatly over her table. You knew she has you caged like a bird and there was no escaping her eagle eyes.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Still, you held on to that possibility that she wouldn’t send you away to interview Oikawa. From what you have heard, he denied the few attempts of rival media companies to interview him. Because of the reason that he didn’t want to be interviewed along the other monster volleyball players. Something’s never changed.

You departed your boss’ office with a heavy boulder on your shoulders. What did you expect when you stepped a foot inside that god forsaken office? That she would have you covering the Olympics? No. She doesn’t trust you that much. But in this, she does. You have at least five days to have a one-on-one talk with Oikawa Toru. Argentina’s volleyball superstar. And the most famous alumni of Aoba Johsai.

“Perhaps this is the right time to tell him about Kino,” Iwaizumi suggested one night. Which earned him a sharp look from you.

“I thought I’m ready,” you began, eyes far away. Both of you have decided to drink in your apartment, after Kino retired to bed. If you have someone you could talk to about your work, it’s Iwaizumi. “But— damn, he’s here. He’s here, Iwa.”

“I told you. He’d come back.” He shrugged, tossing his own beer bottle to drink from it.

“Have you seen him?”

Iwaizumi gulped down the contents of his bottle before answering, “Of course. And I’d be lying if I didn’t perspire like a bitch in front of him. You owe me one, though.”

“Yeah. I know.”

“I didn’t drink much when we’re together. Even the others finds it odd. I told them I’m a trainer now. But you know Oikawa. He pressed me for reasons. Thank fuck I’ve stopped myself from saying Kino’s name.”

With that, he earned a good smack from you. But the both of you only laughed it off. You owe him big time. He’s lying not only to his friends, but to Oikawa, too. His ride or die. That left a bitter taste in your mouth. You have to figured out how to tell Oikawa the truth before their friendship would be put in uncertainty.

Your hands were clammy as you handled the mic, the camera man steady behind you. The gymnasium was packed with people, and it’s somewhat suffocating to move. Especially when Oikawa is meters away from you, signing autographs and smiling for pictures.

He doesn’t notice you yet. Because you have debated whether to run the fuck away and resign instead of interviewing him for hours now. When you opened your eyes this morning, those has been your only thoughts.

Kino insisted to come with you in the gymnasium to watch his Uncle Iwaizumi. You begged your friend, Lisa, to come and look out for him until the game is over. They are on the side of the Japan court. Away from Oikawa. Still, that didn’t sit well with you. Even though the gymnasium is jampacked with people, there’s still the slightest possibility that Oikawa would see Kino. You had to take a few quick breaths to steady your nerves. But Kino was hell-bent in watching, and you didn’t want to turn him down. He grew quite fond of volleyball because of Iwaizumi.

When you look up, Oikawa was looking at you through the crowd of people. For a moment, you didn’t know what to do. You merely held his brown irises, like it was college and you weren’t keeping anything from him.

You were the first one to look away.

Your hands shot up to your hair. You combed and gulped, urging your cameraman to follow you. You really are doing this. It’s alright. Kino is away. He’s probably with Iwaizumi now. He won’t let him go. Not when his father is here, stealing the spotlight.

You stood face to face now. Well, no. He was looking down at you since he has managed to gain a few more height. His scent mixed with a faint smell of sweat whiffed your nose, pulling you back to the days that you would stand near him after every match to get a good picture, therefore allowing you to smell his after matches scent.

He built muscles just like Iwaizumi. His features have become more manly and dazzling. Too much for your fragile heart. He still has that soft aura around him, but you knew what lies within. A king who hates losing. What were you thinking, hiding his son away from him? He could blast you to shreds with his gaze alone. What were you thinking?

“You look good, Y/N,” Oikawa said, just enough for you to hear.

Oh god. You need a breather. A fucking nebulizer or an oxygen tank or else you’d die on the spot. His voice. You haven’t heard him for seven years. And you felt like crying. “T… thanks. You, too.”

“Let’s get this over with, shall we?”

You gave your cameraman a knowing look. Before smoothing out your formal dress and taking large gulps of air. “Alright. This will be quick,” you told Oikawa.

Looking at the camera lense, you began to open your mouth. “Good day—”

“Mama!” No. No. No. That isn’t Kino. He’s with Iwaizumi. He wouldn’t let him near you today. You made it as clear as a crystal that you’d—

“Mama!” Tears easily pricked the back of your eyes by the sound of Kino’s voice. Somebody. Please.

He was running towards you. With Lisa trailing behind him. There’s Iwaizumi trying to push the crowd away to get to your son. But he was unstoppable, running towards you with the brightest smile on his little handsome face. You froze.

“Mama! I got Kageyama’s signature!” he told you, waving Kageyama’s mini-jersey with his little hands.

It’s over. You knew it was. Because the man looming behind you was immobilized, too. Seven years of hiding, and it ended right here.

“K… Kino.”

With his brown eyes— the duplicate of his father’s— he looked up to see Oikawa. He had his eyebrows knitted together, nose scrunched up. Did he really have to do that nose scrunching now? He looked exactly like Oikawa that there was no room for denying now.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. He ran when he saw you,” Lisa excused. You couldn’t nod at her. Not even smile.

Iwaizumi reached the scene now. His eyes apologetic. Then Kino made a jump towards him. He easily caught his body with his strong arms. “Uncle Iwa, look!” The little boy rejoiced, brandishing Kageyama’s jersey. Iwaizumi gave him a quick and anxious smile before looking at his best friend, standing beside you.

You made the bravest attempt to look at Oikawa. He had his jaws pulled taut. Eyes never leaving your child’s frame.

No. Please. No. Look away. He doesn’t look like you. You had it all wrong, you almost begged.

“I’ve changed my mind,” Oikawa began, voice dead as a corpse, eyes transfixed to your son hugging Iwaizumi, “Meet me at my hotel room. Seems like we have so much to talk about.” Then his brown orbs slowly found you. Just like the old times, he looked at you with chaos brewing in those pretty irises of his. “Don’t we?”

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Denki Kaminari 💛

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Shouto Todoroki

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IZUKU MIDORIYA

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Aran Ojiro

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Given

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Itachi Uchiha ❤️❤️

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