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[nishoyoo]

jjk characters as social media influencers

a/n; tysm @milktyama​ for betaing! ily rinnie <3

GOJO SATORU; TIKTOK

This man acts like a frat boy on tiktok but old man edition. The only reason he’s popular is because of 1) his duality ー he is rumored to be ‘sexy but scary’ and yes he does do the e-boy transformations. 2) he has the body to back up his thirst traps. He is on straight tiktok, but dabbles in alt+ side of tiktok. Sometimes he also posts extremely wholesome videos of his students which all the kids will mention on their stories to tease him. The entire tiktok community was shook when they not only figured out he was a teacher but one who was hella rich. he refuses to flaunt his money on social media though, and gains an A for effort.  

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“𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐈 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨” 𝐰/ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬

feat. daichi, kuroo, bokuto, oikawa, ushijima, terushima & kita

a/n: I got inspired to do this from tiktok!😌 the relationships between y’all are playful/friendly/whatever you want! it’s also up to you if you want talking to mean like in general or like flirting👀

💬 masterlist 💬

🏷 : @crescenttooru @iwaizoom @mirakeul @kimkai-is-my-man @jeannie-beannie @camcam1617 @lvrkuroo @kookie-doughs @mellowknightcolorfarm @kiyoobi @toworuu @miyalove @hikariakaashi @kurooru @kei7ime @kookie-doughs @akinorii @haajiime @satosimp

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“hi everyone,” you gave your webcam a half hearted wave, noting the flood of inquisitive comments at your demeanor.

ynismymommy: omg queen r u ok??????

emilia.95: Have you been sleeping?

atsumus-leftballsack: bestie imma need you to invest in some concealer

a giggle pried it’s way up your throat, despite your attempts to stop it as you read the comments. yes, you were fully aware that you looked like shit however, you just weren’t expecting the viewers of your stream to be so... observant.

“holy shit guys, i’m okay,” you attempted to placate your vicious audience by giving them a (forced) smile and a small chuckle. “let’s just play, okay?”

you loaded up your game of choice (call of duty — you had a lot of aggression to work off) while making idle chatter with your fanbase. they seemed to have dropped conversation about your heavy eye bags and low enthusiasm in favor of more lighthearted topics.

just as you were starting to get into it, a knock sounded at your door. at first, you were tempted to ignore it but after a few moments of silence, the knocking started up again, more incessantly. your comments started to go wild, wondering who exactly was banging on your door at like 11p.

bokutos.bahamamommamilkers: tell whoever is @ the door to fuck off

shartyba3_420: damn slam me yn like [redacted] is slamming on that door

Greg_72: Hey, you can go answer that! We’ll wait <3

you apologize quickly before removing your headphones and scurrying over to the door. swinging it wide open, you’re met with bokuto.

and what a sight he is.

once bright, golden eyes were now dull and void, accompanied by dark circles that rivaled your own while his usually sunny visage was dampened by this metaphorical dark cloud that was hanging above him.

in other words, he looked like shit.

the both of you must look like quite a pair — you in your ratty, oversized hoodie and red sweats and him in his white t shirt and flannel pajama pants. after giving him another glance over, you repressed the urge to pull him into your room and into a hug, instead choosing to wrap your arms around yourself tightly.

“um, hey bo,” you started, unable to keep your eyes on his face. “i’m really sorry but i’m streaming right now. maybe we can hang out later?”

bokuto shook his head no, and your heart began to sink. you were just so tired and you didn’t have the energy to entertain or comfort the man at the moment without letting another piece of yourself crumble but you knew you didn’t have the heart to turn him away.

resigning yourself to your fate, you stepped to the side to let him into your room, making a mental note to shield him from your webcam while you brought him to lie on your bed.

to your complete and utter surprise, bokuto did not move, shaking his head no again before moving to grab something just out of your sight behind your doorway.

you were now thoroughly intrigued, shuffling closer to peek into the hallway, only to be stopped by a box being thrusted into your hands. you looked over the colorfully painted cardboard but it gave you no indication as to what was on the inside and glancing at kotarou gave you no help whatsoever.

“what’s this?” you voiced your confusion while weighing the box in your hands, the confusion only amplifying when you discover the box is suspiciously light. you’re shaken from your investigation when bokuto throws another object in your hands, this one significantly heavier.

looking up at him, you’re taken aback by the emotion swirling in his irises, his mouth finally parting to speak. “i’m so sorry,” kotarou’s voice, while gravelly from disuse, was sincere, a slight quiver being found underlying his words. “i- i know i never said it but i just want you to know that i-i care about you and that i am so sorry for ever hurting you and making you feel like you were less than. y-you’ve helped me become myself again a-and i can never thank you enough.”

a shuddering breath left his chest as he trained his eyes on the ceiling before looking back at you with watery eyes. “you don’t have to forgive me. i-i’d understand.” you opened your mouth to respond, to rebut, but you were cut off by his strong arms, wrapping you up in a tight hug.

you couldn’t keep yourself from melting into his hold, a small ounce of stress leaving your body at his words but the bulk of it remaining. he’s just apologizing because you’re the only girl who’s shown him an ounce of kindness, the voice in the back of your head whispered.

as bokuto pulled you in tighter, you stiffened, the voice getting louder and more constant. the man holding you didn’t miss the way you tensed and hesitantly removed himself from you, his hurt written plain all over his face.

kotarou gave you a weak smile and another gentle apology before turning and leaving for his room. you already felt guilt creeping up your spine for not holding him the way you thought you should but you quickly pushed the feeling down, knowing that you wouldn’t have gotten the rest you deserved if you’d done so.

letting out a deep sigh, you shut your door and moved back to continue your stream, not before gently setting down the 2 colorfully decorated boxes on the bed, a small smile creeping across your face at the sight of the gifts.

your stream ended pretty shortly after, your mind unable to focus on the game — it was getting borderline embarrassing how often you were dying to the point you were worried your sponsors would pull out of supporting you.

with a soft smile and goodbye, you collapsed on your bed, mindful not to crush the boxes. while you were extremely exhausted, you knew you wouldn’t be able to go to sleep without examining your gifts’ contents.

you decided to open the heavier box first which yielded bag after bag of your favorite chips, candies, and drinks. you knew your mouth was gaping unattractively but you couldn’t help it. this was... way too much.

at the bottom of the box was a small note, written in bokuto’s somehow endearing chicken scratch. it read, “hi yn!!!! this is for when you get hungry :) i know i didn’t let you eat any of my snacks for a long time so i thought it would be nice if i bought some for you!!!!! i hope i got these all right :( i asked atsumu for help!!!”

a choked chuckle escaped your lips and it only amplified as you continued to the end of the note. “p.s. don’t worry about not finishing it all!!! i can always help you ;) p.p.s. also you’re so pretty!!!! don’t not eat it because you don’t think so too <3”

wiping your eyes that had become suspiciously misty, you set down the slip of paper and reached for the second box.

you couldn’t keep the gasp from coming from you as the cardboard overflowed with tiny slips of paper. with shaky hands, you unfolded the first paper, the tears overflowing over your lashline before you could stop them.

you are loved :) - akaashi

“fuck,” you whispered, swiping at your face before clumsily reaching for another, and then another, each note making you cry harder than the last.

you are beautiful!!!!! never change!! - bokuto!!!

you’re really cool - kenma

you are so kind and i owe you the world - sugawara :)

you’re sympathetic, observant, and intelligent. - sakusa.

you are patient (even when we don’t deserve it) - kuroo

yer my angel <3 - tsum tsum

there were a ton more but you promised yourself you’d read them all later, your emotions getting the better of you. you’d rather not wake up with puffy, swollen eyes and a headache so you decided it would be best to close the box and finish it all later.

laying back on your bed, you expelled a deep breath of air, not realizing just how tense you were. you’d been living on edge with the guys for at least a month now and it was really starting to wear on you.

without being able to fully trust them, you knew it wouldn’t be long until you crumbled under the pressure.

you glanced at your phone before sighing again (it really was that kind of day, wasn’t it). maybe it was about time to give dr yamada a long awaited call.

℗ poker face

you are loved :)

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an - ooweee first single apology down, 4 more to go!!! also the box of papers came from everyone (obv) but they still gotta give their individual apologies hehe which shall come in the future <33 sorry this took so long KSJD i hope u enjoy!!! don’t forget to feed me <333

taglist - if your name is in bold, i cannot tag you

@boosyboo9206 • @geektastic84 • @elianetsantana • @trashy-simp • @infinitebells • @6mattsun9 • @suhkusa • @sazunari • @kotarosbabygirl • @fucktheworlddude • @insomniacwreck • @calumsfringe • @saltylettuce • @chai-blu • @al3x1ss • @hawksyoongi • @syndellwins • @jooleuuh • @amberalisa • @kissungjae • @liberhoe • @tetsurocore • @animeoverdosee • @duhsies • @saikishairclip • @afire24 • @premiyagi • @kit-kat428 • @doctorspencereid • @daphnxy • @kyomihann • @maer-333 • @sinoflust19 • @peteunderoos • @peachiikichu • @iidanotlida • @yongboxerrr • @kac-chowsballs • @tanakaslastbraincell • @memorableminds • @risjime • @starry-magicshop • @sugavwara • @smuttyanimeslut • @kiwibirbs-library • @haijkk • @airybnb • @crybabygumi • @iwaisa • @decaffinatedtealover • @notameera • @kawaii-angelanne • @rintarovibes • @urlocalsimp

the rest of the tags will be in the replies!!

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dilf! osamu ₍ᐢ.ˬ.⑅ᐢ₎

+ messy hcs on how osamu is as a dad (sexy dilf..)

dad bod osamu.. hhh droolinf pls marry me osamu!!!

listening to: me & my husband by mitski

- dad bod osamu is confirmed!! i swear it is canon (by me) but really, as i mentioned in my last osamu post, he has the softest tummy and beefy arms (>﹏<)

- you guys have a cute babygirl while he’s in his 30’s, and she is definitely the sweetest thing ever!! she has his hair ‘n eyes ;( she also got his personality with a little mix of yours in there somewhere

- while taking your daughter to school, maybe kindergarten, all the moms drool over your husband, just a beefy man who has a lil bit of fat? perfect..

- he’s still at onigiri miya, and always brings his daughter along, maybe one day she will take over, but only if she wants to! he would never force her to do something she didn’t want to. ‘samu loves cooking for his family, sometimes he tries to bribe his daughter to do her homework with onigiri.... but we don’t talk about it.

- when osamu is in his 40’s, he’s gained a bit on his tummy, but you still love him either way, just squishing your face against him, still after all these years.

- he does get a few white strands, it’s barely noticeable though, and you think he’s cute, so he never dyes his hair.

- his looks + how sweetly he treats his family is just amazing. i just know he’s gonna be a good dad, and definitely lets uncle atsumu see your kids <3 and his kids bond with yours!! so cute >.< perfect family right here

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» FOUND FAMILY.

» a de-aged hybrid au.

summary » “for a woman in your early 20s, you’re pretty content with the course your life is on. although it’s messy and tiring, working as a sorcerer and exorcising curses for a living pays the bills well enough for you to have little complaints.

your life decides to veer right off of its set course when you discover a pink-haired cub abandoned on your doorstep.

it looks like your life is about to change drastically.”

pairing » familial!itadori yuuji & fem!reader. romantic pairing is undecided.

genre » found family trope, domestic fluff, potential angst and hurt/comfort.

warning » positively no canon compliance.

note » this is the way i choose to cope.

schedule » sporadic updates.

disclaimer » heavily inspired by the jjk tiger cub au series by @/lightningstrikes-art.

chapter one » found.

chapter two » help arrives.

chapter three » a decision.

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℗ poker face

starring - miya atsumu | miya osamu | kozume kenma | kuroo tetsurō | bokuto kotarou | akaashi keiji | sugawara koushi | sawamura daichi | oikawa toorū | iwaizumi hajime | sakusa kiyoomi

summary - as an up and coming youtuber, you thought it would be beneficial to join a content house with your old childhood friend meiko, but as time went by, you realized things were not as they seemed. with only 6 months left on your contract, will your housemates finally open their eyes and see how horribly they’ve been treating you or will you leave with a heavy mind and an even heavier heart?

genre - youtuber!au, college!au, ANGST, ANGST ANGST, literally cannot warn u enough it is so much angst, tiny bit of crack, eventual fluff, eventual choose-your-man endings, enemies to lovers type beat, reverse harem

warnings - hi yes ANGST, manipulation (not by you to the boys or the boys to you), ur faves are rlly mean at first, swearing, drinking, maybe eventual smut(?), just everyone sucks but you & atsumu lol, minimal fluff, not soft at first (it takes a minute)

taglist - CLOSED!

status - ongoing! updates everyday @ 12pm CT

profiles 01 || profiles 02

i. lol who asked

ii. not the tyra slander

iii. a crack in the facade

iv. movie night :/

v. evidence. please.

vi. too attached

vii. not helpful

viii. vacation!!!!!

ix. shattered

x. ick

xi. come quick

xii. tell me everything

xiii. talking it out

xiv. k fuck you meiko

xv. cigarettes and tears (tw sexual assault‼️)

xvi. whenever you’re ready

xvii. charmed

xviii. but... why?

xix. try, for him

xx. alone time :)

→ missing screenshots from xx ;-;

xxi. actual murder

xxii. a boy worth fighting for

xxiii. exiled

xxiv. stfu, jesus

xxv. insecurities :(

xxvi. a gift, truly

xxvii. did a number on you,,

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bonus content!

what everyone does (like their content lol)

official cum circle fits!! (by me hehe) beach |

official floor plans!! (by me lol)

official room aesthetics!! (also by me ahaha)

much better floor plans lmfao (by @/vixisti)

kenma dripped down (by @/anythingremotelynice)

bokuto dripped down w glasses (by @/tadaimari)

^^ finished bokuto!!! (also by @/tadaimari)

wind nonnie’s love letter to yn <3

adam driver meme (by @/snoozeless)

memorableminds meme dumps one & two

rated e’s fanart baddie fit & swimsuit

hehe funny meme submission (by @/anarchybaby)

suga’s cum jar (by @/fl0ating-on-a-star)

meme dump!! (by @/justanother2dsimp)

tsumu’s dinner fit (by @/peachiikichu)

tsumu lookin FINE (by @/anythingremotelynice)

masc poker face fits by @/halethemenace one

the boys’ dinner fits (by @/moooonyyy)

kuroo’s beach fit (by @/aozorasannn)

hehe meme dump!!! (by @/sakusasonlywife)

omi’s dinner fit (by @/tsukkiholicc)

bo && yn (by @/a-mi-nion)

kenma’s beach fit (by @/chocolatiernerd)

tsumu cleaning mc’s wounds (by @/kiwibirbs-library)

sakusa cleaning mc’s wounds (by @/anythingremotelynice)

sakusa & mc drabble (by chai anon ((SO GOOD)))

meiko & iwa as tana & jake (by @/snakeygurl)

cherry wine cover (by @/toshis-switch)

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memories were a fickle thing. oikawa was never one to dwell on the past but recently, that’s all he’d been doing.

ever since most of the house suddenly... removed themselves from meiko, tooru had had more time on his hands than ever before.

he filmed his videos, maybe went to go pester iwaizumi a bit (when he didn’t have his hands full with management), and then waited for that one day a week where he got to let loose for a bit and drop his inhibitions.

kyōtani and yahaba were the best companions for the job — kyō was intimidating and mean looking which scared away any creeps and yahaba tended to be funny and sarcastic which alleviated any possible tension that could’ve crept up.

all in all, they were a great trio, perfect for distracting one another from whatever was going on in their lives.

of course, they had to deal with kyōtani’s inadvertent panty-dropping but with a couple of snide remarks from tooru and yahaba, they were golden.

oikawa enjoyed his time with them, because when he was out there, in the club surrounded by his friends and other drunk, sweaty people, he didn’t have to think. he didn’t have to remember.

he didn’t have to think about why meiko seemed to be so keen with his best friend and not him. he didn’t have to remember the countless times he cried himself to sleep because he just wasn’t good enough, why wasn’t he ever good enough??

but now, the object of his pain and inferiority was coming with him, invading his last safe haven where she didn’t exist. his escape door was closing and as dramatic as he felt, he knew that this would be the end of something, something he genuinely cared about.

tooru sighed, his eyes falling upon his face in the mirror. he looked great (obviously), but something akin to regret and fear swam in his brown orbs.

ugh. that’s so not what he was going for. more glitter?

of course, the answer is always more glitter. digging through his makeup drawer, oikawa pulled out one of his more extensive (and expensive) eyeshadow palettes along with his blending brush and opened it up, spreading a hefty amount of turquoise glitter across his eyelid.

a loud knock sounded at his door, jolting his hand and sending a streak of pigment smearing across his cheek. “fucking hell,” tooru muttered, placing the brush and eyeshadow down before opening his bedroom door.

out in the hall stood meiko, clad in a way too short, way too slutty, hot pink dress, uneven fishnets, and 6 inch stilettos that she could barely walk in.

internally, oikawa was cringing at the foundation crumbling by her bright red lipstick and the concealer flaking around her black eye but he kept it together, too tired to deal with her bitching about his response to her appearance.

instead he stepped aside to let her into his room, her eyes trailing all over his (clearly superior) outfit as she stumbled into the doorway.

“is that what you’re wearing?” oikawa suppressed his eye roll at the question as he nodded, moving back towards his mirror to wipe off the stray glitter from his cheeks.

meiko scoffed, plopping down on his bed like she owned it while running a hand through her tacky extensions. “okay but isn’t the glitter a bit... much? like, you aren’t gonna get girls that way,” she tittered, tapping her acrylics on tooru’s 800 thread count bedsheets. “like, i love the lgbt or whatever but you look like super gay.”

oikawa tensed in front of the mirror for a split second before reaching down and grabbing his lipgloss just to spite her. “oh do i? funny how i just happen to be a member of the lgbt or whatever and just so happen to also be attracted to men. funny how that turns out, huh?”

he could hardly keep the venom out of his voice, earning him another annoyed scoff and an eye roll. “i said no offense.”

no, you didn’t, tooru thought, but he didn’t bother voicing this, knowing that in the end it didn’t matter. he could never be just the guy she wanted (macho, tall, big arms *cough cough* iwaizumi) and to be frank, he was kind of tired of trying.

“are you ready to go?” he asked, pulling on a couple rings and throwing on his chains and necklaces. a quick glance over to miss newborn deer revealed her picking her thong out of her ass and he internally groaned.

this was going to be hell.

“this is hell!” oikawa yelled over the music to his two companions while meiko was conveniently lost to the bathroom — something about needing to “refresh her smell” before meeting kyōtani.

yahaba gave him a concerned look while kyō made an understanding hum, gazing out onto the dance floor with his drink in his heavily tattooed hands.

if kyōtani wasn’t one of his best friends and unfortunately entirely straight, oikawa would’ve definitely hit that and he completely understood why meiko wanted to but kyō was a hard nut to crack. he rarely took women from the club home with him because although he didn’t seem like it, he was a hopeless romantic, a sucker for domesticity and a ring on a finger.

tooru was once like that, long before meeting meiko. he wanted to be with someone he was comfortable with, who he didn’t have to worry about anything with so he could just focus on the little things but as time went on, he became more and more cynical.

everyone who wanted to be with oikawa, wanted to do so for his looks or his fame and once he finally found someone who he thought would actually be the one, she was pulled away to be with other people (he wasn’t enough to keep her).

“hey,” kyōtani’s gruff voice knocked tooru out of his thoughts, kyō’s hand coming to rest on his shoulder. “you think too much. stop.”

oikawa couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across his face, earning him a small smile from his fuzzy headed friend. kyō was a man of few words but he always knew exactly what to say to get tooru out of his head.

a gift, truly.

actually this whole place, these people were gifts and he wasn’t going to allow meiko, the wicked bitch of the west, take it away from him. not if he had anything to say about it.

besides, if anyone could crush meiko’s spirit, it would be none other than kyōtani kentarou.

℗ poker face

a gift, truly

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an - well! this ended up wayy more kyōtani heavy than i originally planned but i’m lichrally in love w him??? i couldn’t Not but anyways!! in case u didn’t gather it, oikawa is bi!!! v hot v sick && thus officially begins his arc!!! don’t forget to feed me <33333

taglist - if your name is in bold, i cannot tag you

@boosyboo9206 • @geektastic84 • @elianetsantana • @trashy-simp • @infinitebells • @6mattsun9 • @suhkusa • @sazunari • @kotarosbabygirl • @fucktheworlddude • @insomniacwreck • @calumsfringe • @saltylettuce • @chai-blu • @al3x1ss • @hawksyoongi • @syndellwins • @jooleuuh • @amberalisa • @kissungjae • @liberhoe • @tetsurocore • @animeoverdosee • @duhsies • @saikishairclip • @afire24 • @premiyagi • @kit-kat428 • @doctorspencereid • @daphnxy • @kyomihann • @maer-333 • @sinoflust19 • @peteunderoos • @peachiikichu • @iidanotlida • @yongboxerrr • @kac-chowsballs • @tanakaslastbraincell • @memorableminds • @risjime • @starry-magicshop • @sugavwara • @smuttyanimeslut • @kiwibirbs-library • @haijkk • @airybnb • @babierin • @iwaisa • @decaffinatedtealover • @notameera • @kawaii-angelanne • @rintarovibes • @urlocalsimp

the rest of the tags will be in the replies!!

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GIRLS — a three part drabble by @satis-fulminare

song: girls - girl in red.

word count: 834

yachi hitoka x fem!reader

cw: pining, struggles with coming out, some hurt/comfort if you squint, mainly fluff!

a/n: i never take fem reader requests. this was extremely self-indulgent and i just wanted to portray myself as y/n,, personality and looks-wise although i attempted to keep everything as open as possible with a fem!reader and all. i’ll probably go through and change the pronouns to they/them later but for now here it is! love you. please REBLOG if you enjoyed! thank you to everyone who proofread for me, i appreciate all you did. thank you. <3

Watching from afar was no easy feat. Neither was shyly creeping around a park with your loudmouth friends as you attempted to observe the girl across the way, dressed in dark clothing with thick winged eyeliner on full display. Complete opposites yet so drawn to one another.

How could one who thrived off Mitski and strawberries, one with an addiction to sunlight and reading poetry at dawn match with the girl who spent her time curled up in bed with a book or watching some gory documentary while working to make a hobby out of writing? They are so different yet so obsessively compelled to please the other. It was almost sickening to see the pout on Hitoka’s face as she watched Y/N move on to speak with another girl from their class, pursed lips curled up in a smile as she cackled at a joke made by the more extroverted group. It was genuinely painful to hear Y/N sniffle into her hand as she tried to convince herself that she was good enough for the innovative petite beauty that had her so awestruck, so mesmerized.

Yachi dreamt of dragging the leather-clad girl on romantic picnics and doodled pictures of her in her sketchbook that she wished one day she had the guts to show. Constantly thinking of how her lips would feel against her own, how skinship would be provided and what her love language might be. She wished it would be soft; wished that behind the leather and laughter there’d be a lighter aura. No walls, no guards, just Y/N.

Y/N on the other hand dreamt of giggly kisses and pulling the blonde into her chest for a comforting squeeze. Swinging hands back and forth while sipping strawberry milkshakes in harmony. It was inevitable, the pure infatuation with one another was settling. This wasn’t any atypical schoolgirl crush. Their thoughts were full of the latter, a craving they needed to satisy. This was, simply put, a first love, although they didn’t know what to do about it.

Y/N didn’t care if the world knew she was in love. It was painted in a way so subtle yet so loud. The way her eyes sparkled more when she woke up in the morning, the extra bounce in her step walking to first period, the way she tapped her tipped fingernails along her desk in anticipation as she stared at the classroom door, only turning away when a familiar blonde poked her head in and tiptoed to her desk in pure silence, captivating the female who now sat in the front row to get a better view of the beauty in front of her.

Hitoka’s love presented itself as a mere whisper, a flash of hazel, making a quick observation of the unusually chipper girl in front of her, taking note of her bright smile and crystalline eyes. The way she thought of Y/N after every meal, wondering if they had similar taste in food or wondering if she preferred cats or dogs whenever she passed an animal shelter. She thought constantly and daydreamt through volleyball practices about the girl she’d tried so hard to get off her mind.

Hitoka couldn’t tell anyone. She saw the judgmental stares and changes in posture some students gave Y/N in the halls as she passed by, rolling her eyes or flipping them the bird depending on her irritant mood. Yachi wouldn’t be able to carry the burden of being different from the majority at their largely cishet filled school.

Afternoons were the worst, however. She’d go home at night and curl into bed, doodling pictures of her and the leather-clad girl together, droplets staining the page as she sniffled, thinking about how pretty she’d looked in the button up shirt she’d worn just days before, making sure to keep the top few buttons undone to show her lack of strict uptight behavior.

All she’d ever wanted was to feel something that wasn’t under the wraps of the crippling anxiety that somehow killed her self-esteem greatly. That’s all she’d ever asked for; but how is it that every single time she finally feels something other than the great threat of fear or death, the nervous behaviors and overwhelming anxieties swallow her up once more.

Now, here she is, at the back of the class, fiddling with her pencil, eyes glassy as she imagined worst case scenarios of revealing her true identity to those she was close to. What was the worst thing that could happen if I spoke to Y/N, she thought, biting her trembling lip at a poor attempt to stop the panic rising in her chest.

“Hey, hey. You alright, pretty girl?” A figure leant over Hitoka’s desk, eyes naturally kind, brow knit in worry. “C’mon, let’s go in the hall, yeah? I can tell you’re pretty stressed, kay?” Winged eyes gentle as her hand met Hitoka’s.

‘Soft,’ Hitoka thought, panic beginning to melt, ‘Just like I’d pictured.’

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co-ed

pairing: shinsou x reader genre: college au!, drama, humor, fluff, tiny angst status: in the works  updates: mon, weds, fri 3pm EST  summary: when UA said they has co-ed dorms, you didn’t think they meant rooms as well masterlist | join the taglist

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only two pictures of sakusa kiyoomi smiling exist on the internet.

the other three hundred live on your phone.

“twenty-five.”

“is one-fourth of a hundred,” he immediately replies, looking up from the video of his last match against the adlers. the slightest smirk on his face challenges you to go on. you play this game every year: he pretends not to know (or care) that he has a birthday at all, and you have to remind him that despite what the tabloids say, he is, in fact, an aging human like everyone else.

grinning, you plop down beside him on the sofa and are immediately pulled closer to his side. “it’s your birthday, doofus.”

“really?” sakusa’s brows raise in mock surprise. “i had no idea.”

“shut up,” you laugh, giving him a light shove. naturally, he doesn’t budge – but a short and quiet laugh leaves his lips. “anyway, it’s time to pick your yearly instagram tribute.” the album, appropriately titled “omi :)” opens on your phone, revealing photo after photo of sakusa’s pearly whites (on a hiking trail on mount fuji, in a hotel room in paris, in the kitchen baking brownies…).

he sighs but the skin by his eyes crease ever-so-slightly. “can’t you pick for me?” though he’s never been a fan of having his face shown back to him, sakusa’s gotten used to the fact that when you want something, you usually get it.

(and that, maybe, he is kind of good-looking.)

“what if you don’t like that photo?”

“i don’t care.”

you study him skeptically. “i don’t believe you. sakusa kiyoomi? mister ‘can-you-make-that-black-and-white’? mister ‘no-face-pics-on-instagram’? mister –”

he laughs and covers your mouth with his hand. “baby, if you keep calling me ‘mister’ i might start thinking you have some secrets to disclose.” the grin on his face doesn’t disappear even when you pry his long fingers off your face.

“i have nothing to say except that you need to choose a picture for your birthday post… or else i’ll have the team decide for you at dinner later.”

it’s not that the rest of the msby black jackals are out to embarrass him every chance they get (though that may be the case for a certain blond setter) – it’s just that they all, with the exception of his captain, have a terrible eye for aesthetics. hinata still uses instagram filters, for god’s sake. grimacing, sakusa shifts so that the two of you can comfortably look through the album together.

none of the photos pique his interest. not even the one where he’s two thousand feet above the ground in a hot air balloon, which you were almost certain he’d pick. sure, he looks good enough in most of them, but something’s missing.

noticing the tension on his face, you give your boyfriend a soft nudge. “what’s up?”

“i don’t like any of these,” he admits, running a hand through his curly hair.

“wait, am i overstepping? i’m sorry, babe, i thought you –”

“no, of course not,” sakusa interrupts. “i really don’t mind. never did. i’m… thinking.” the living room is silent as he thinks and you watch his expression for any clues to his thoughts. none of them reveal themselves. suddenly, he sits up and unlocks his phone, opening up his camera roll.

and in his ‘favorites’ album, he finds what he’s looking for.

it’s a picture of him smiling. it’s not the best quality and he’s certain it’s a screenshot from a video that one of his teammates took months ago, but this one’s special. it’s not just of him – it’s of you, too. you’re on a yacht in the mediterranean, kissing his unmasked cheek as the sun sets behind you and he’s grinning so widely that he’s almost unrecognizable.

“this one,“ sakusa says firmly. he looks over at you and chuckles. god, look what you’ve done to him. he’s a mess. a smiling mess. “post this one.”

(there’s no better mess to be.)

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miscellaneous !

fan art; #f4n 4rt

genre angst; #g.4ngst

moodboards; #m00db0ards

au coffee shop; #c0ff33 sh0p

matchups; #nena gets matched up

haikyuu!! !

team inarizaki; #in4riz4ki !

suna rintaro; #rintaro.s

osamu miya; #osamu.m

atsumu miya; #atsumu.m

ginjima hitoshi; #hitoshi.g

kita shinsuke; #shinsuke.k

team karasuno; #k4r4sun0 !

tsukishima kei; #kei.t

hinata shoyo; shoyo.h

kageyama tobio; #tobio.k

asahi azumane; #azumane.a

tanaka ryunosuke; #ryunosuke.t

team sejoh/aoba johsai; #s3j0h !

oikawa tooru; #tooru.o

matsukawa issei; #issei.m

iwaizumi hajime; #hajime.i

kyotani kentaro; #kentaro.k

team shiratorizawa; #shir4t0riz4w4 !

tendou satori; #satori.t

goshiki tsutomu; #tsutomu.g

ushijima wakatoshi; #wakatoshi.u

team nekoma; #nena’s nekoma !

kuroo tetsuro; #tetsuro.k

kenma kozume; #kenma.k

yaku morisuke; #morisuke.y

lev haiba; #nena’s hubby lev<3

team fukorodani; #fuk0r0d4ni !

bokuto koutaro; #koutaro.b

team date tech; #d4t3 t3ch !

koganegawa kanji; #kanji.k

aone takanobu; #takanobu.a

xtras!

sakusa kiyoomi; #kiyoomi.s

hoshiumi kourai; #kourai.h

team schweiden adlers; #schw3id3n 4dl3rs !

team sendai frogs; #s3nd4i fr0gs !

team msby; #ms8y !

haikyuu!! smau; #hq.sm4u

hcs w multiple characters; #v4ri0us

my hero academia/ boku no hero academia !

todoroki shouto; #shouto.t

katsuki bakugou; #kastuki.b

midoriya izuku/deku; #izuku.m

my hero academia smau; #mha.sm4u

soul eater !

main 8; #m4in 3ight

attack on titan !

eren jaeger; #eren.j

armin arlert; #armin.a <333

jujutsu kaisen !

itadori yuuji; #yuuji.i <3

kugisaki nobara; #nobara.k

megumi fushiguro; #fushiguro.m

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DARK RED M.LIST

y/n is head over heels for kirishima eijiro, a boy at their school, when they already have way too much on their plate. with the not so helpful help of their best friends miya and sori, they manage to make it out of this hell, but at what cost?

pairing: kirishima x gn!reader

genre: realistic lower/middle class hs au, angst portrayed as comedy

warnings: underage drinking, suicide jokes, smoking, language, casual mentions of teen pregnancy, sexual discussions, etc.

status: ongoing

updates: mondays and thursdays, 3/4 pm CST

a/n: while the reader IS the main character, miya and sori also get their own story arcs and shit, and maybe there'll be a sequel for them.

☆ moodboard — off. dark red

♡ intro — new chains, same shackles.

♡ ep. 1 — that just isn't empirically possible.

♡ ep. 2 — a war criminal, a pyromaniac, and their pet fish.

♡ ep. 3 — how the fuck do you suck dick on accident?

♡ ep. 4 — now declared baby free!

♡ ep. 5 — the higher i get the lower i sink.

♡ ep. 6 — my cinnamon apple.

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@lucyheartfilias-wife here is your bokuto fluff babes!! hope you like it !

Morning

bokuto kotarou x gn! poc reader

fluff imagine.

Bokuto’s aurous colored irises fluttered rapidly behind his closed eyelids as he tried to cling on to the minuscule bit of sleep left in his system, not wanting to accept the fact that his body was naturally awakening. He mewled in indignation, adjusting his figure so that his exposed skin could hit the cool parts of his satin sheets, most of the fabric was balmy and clammy from the constant twisting and turning Bokuto endured rapidly throughout the night. His legs curling and elongating, toes making jarring contact with your drowsy body beside him, startling you from the pleasant dream you were entranced by. Of course, Bokuto had no recollection of these events, for after he spent his time tossing and turning, he returned back to his restful state, his chest heaving gently while drool trickled down the side of his chin. You eventually drifted back into sleep, your mind going blank as you carefully wrapped your arms around the males sturdy waist, his back muscles contracting ever so slightly under your touch.

Now, it seemed as though Bokuto was the first to wake, which was not unusual as the male awoke as soon as the sun broke past the horizon. He yawned delicately, raising a hand to gingerly wipe the dried spit that was resting against his plush cheek. He snarled in disgust, brushing the excess spit on to the shriveled up sheets below him, then proceeding to raise his opposite hand, harshly wiping his now closed eyelids. After taking a moment to gather himself, the side effects of sleep now almost completely wearing off of the hyperactive male, he pivoted his head to face your sleeping body, his owl like irises softening at the sight of your snoring frame. He watched as you breathed deeply, your lips slightly parted in order for you to expel the incoming air out of your body. Your bonnet was vaguely covering your eyelids, the purple fabric shifting to the point where it was almost completely removed from your forehead.

Bokuto smiled, his eyes twinkling like fireflies drifting along the night sky as he carefully raised a palm, pushing your bonnet slightly upwards to sit right above your brow. Sensing his movement, you groaned, instinctively shifting your body to move closer to his, basking in his natural warmth. His fingers grazed against your lips, relishing in the soft feel of them, wishing you would wake up so he could place them against his own. As though the universe could hear his thoughts, you finally emerged from the depths of sleep, eyes blinking slowly as you adjusted to the dully lit room. Bokuto continued to rub his palm against your cheek as you peered upwards at him, slightly smiling at his flushed expression. “Morning.” You finally spoke, your voice scratchy and horse as you cleared your throat, trying to lubricate the area with saliva.

Bokuto’s smile grew impossibly wide, his cheeks tinted a light shade of pink as he leaned down ever so carefully, placing an inept kiss upon your forehead. Cupping both your cheeks in his hands, he gently squeezed them together, causing your lips to pucker up cutely. His silver hair brushed against your scalp, making you giggle softly as you gazed into his eyes which were filled to the brim with love. His lips parted ever so slightly, his voice gruff as he spoke his first words of the new day. “M’glad you’re the first thing I woke up to.”

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sentences they say that’s just- lord.

fem! reader

a/n: i’ll do a girls version later

izuku:

“come here baby, you can sit on my lap since you’re having a bad day.”

“you’re so pretty princess.”

“please don’t look at her like that. she’s taken.”

“hey. hey look at me. i’m not going anywhere.”

“may i have a kiss? you look stunning.”

“let’s work together to get your grade up :)”

“i need to train later but i’ll make it up to you!”

bakugou:

“come here dumbass. i kinda sorta missed you today.”

“fuck you look good.”

“did u eat?? you fucking idiot, go and eat the food i made you.”

“c’mere.”

“i don’t like how that persons looking at you.”

“dumbass.”

“let’s go train together.”

kirishima:

“jesus christ you look amazing sweetheart.”

“i cant believe i have you all to myself.”

“my precious precious girl. so beautiful.”

“hey get your head in the game! we’re training here sweetheart not day dreaming.”

“god just kiss me already.”

“missed you today.”

“please don’t touch her :)”

denki:

“baby!! ahh you look so beautiful today!”

“oh u wanna kiss do you? come get it angel face.”

“marry me someday. i think you’d look cute in wedding attire.”

“let’s go out. ik it’s 2am but pls i wanna drive somewhere.”

“shit you’re just so hot it’s ridiculous.”

“good luck on your test today babe! you’re gonna nail it :)”

“oi. she’s mine alright? stop looking at her like that.”

todoroki:

“my love, what do you want to eat?”

“come on. i’m not done spoiling you yet.”

“endeavor if you ever even think about touching her, i’ll kill you with my bare hands.”

“i don’t think that’s a good idea honey.”

“i always thank your mom and dad for making such a beautiful human.”

“come on love, let’s go on a date. sounds good hm?”

“don’t look at her like that. respectfully.”

“well damn, you look amazing baby.”

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the first two sets of a haikyuu x animal crossing thread i’ve been doing on my twitter! 

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ac!kuroyaku

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