#//lmk if you want me to change anything bby

[irzaozer]

closed starter @samiraxiyer

location: escape artist

He grinned as he watched Samira fiddling with the lock on the ancient Egyptian sarcophagus. Stepping closer to peer at the hieroglyphic clues etched into the stone walls of the tomb-themed escape room, Irza offered some encouragement. "You almost got it." When the lock finally clicked open, he lifted the lid, revealing a series of intricate symbols inside. Tracing his finger along the patterns, Irza furrowed his brow in concentration. The symbols looked familiar. "I think these might be constellations," he said aloud, glancing up at the star-painted ceiling. An idea formed. "Maybe if we align them correctly, it'll reveal the next clue." As they worked together to decipher the celestial map, he smiled. Solving puzzles with her brought back memories of their study sessions back at Stanford. "I'm really glad we could do this. It's been way too long since we had a chance to hang out and catch up."

[ishanigarcia]

closed starter @camilamoreno

location: her house

Ishani pushed her glasses up, squinting at the recipe book while Camila chilled on the kitchen stool. Her new reading glasses were taking some getting used to, but at thirty-four, she had to admit defeat to aging. Taking a quick break, she peered up at her best friend and said with a cheeky smile, "Hey Cam, do these make me look distinguished? Like some hot professor who'd make students actually want to show up to class?" The question came out half-joking. It wasn’t the aesthetics that mattered. She really needed the glasses. Before she gave in and got her vision tested, she was practically running around blind. Admitting defeat and saying she needed glasses was probably something she should have done a long time ago. “Anyway, did you miss me while I was on vacation?” Her mental breakdown and hospital stay was kept a secret. She didn’t want anyone feeling bad for her, let alone her best friend.

[7077070707]

bsd characters and what visions + weapons i think they would have in genshin impact

feat — dazai, chuuya, kunikida, kenji, yosano, kyouka, atsushi, akutagawa (all seperate)

warnings — manga spoilers(?)

a/n — this took so much longer than it needed to. ALSO, why did i only just find out that BSD SEASON 4 WAS ANIMATED?? WHAT??

also do ya'll want me to make a part 2, with the hunting dogs, decay of angels.. and like other characters?? lmk if you would enjoy that!!

i think DAZAI would definitely be a hydro catalyst 😭. first of all, his iconic suicide book is very fitting and would be the catalyst. with hydro, it just suits him,,, also including the fact that he’d probably attempt to drown himself with it every few seconds. also, y'all, take a quick few seconds to imagine him having an attack animation similar to KOKOMI'S. he would sooo move around like a little mermaid, splashing his enemies for shits and giggles.

i also think he would be more of a support character, temporarily nullifying his opponent’s abilities and then switching him out for the dps. of course since his power is so op, we can’t forget the special hydro cooldown that lasts for an eternity 😍.

CHUUYA, i believe, would possess a pyro vision. along with either a polearm or a sword but im leaning more towards him being a character who attacks quickly with a polearm. also, his idle animation would totally him being super dramatic with him twirling his hat around and having his cape blowing in the wind.

i feel like his attack animations would be really aggressive with half of his monologue just yelling, lmao. countering dazai, he would be a dps which makes him the perfect character to be paired with him - including the constant vaporise reactions. (they’re soulmates, your honour).

next, we have KUNIKIDA. he is definitelyyy a geo catalyst, and you can’t change my mind. his little ideals book would of course be his catalyst. other than the fact it fits his whole colour aesthetic, i think contracts and ideals are similar in one way or another — with the strict sense of there being order, hence why i chose geo.

referring to his overall abilities in the manga, his whole thing is being able to create anything and it’s quite resourceful. i see it as being a supportive ability as he has limits, so naturally his place in the party would be support. possibly even sub dps? let’s say the more constellations you have of him, the easier it would be for him to be built as a sub-dps.

KENJI (the best char and my bby) would have a dendro vision, and his choice of weapon would be a claymore. he’s a farmer and dendro is quite literally nature and shit. claymore, because it fits him the most out of all the weapons and additionally, you’ve definitely got to be hella strong to even wield one and his ability IS super strength… so there’s that. just imagine him happily swinging around a claymore with zero effort at all.

i honestly think he would be a really versatile character… maybe like bennett? for example, healing could be one of his passive talents, or it could come from his burst. like you could either build him as a healer/support or a damage dealer. i’d say his main role would be sub-dps with a long cooldown as in the manga, it’s canon he has to be hungry in order for his ability to work — which means that he’d have to wait. 

YOSANO would be a cryo claymore. honestly, cryo just fits her vibe really well. manga spoilers, when she was in the port mafia with mori she was definitely going through the most traumatic points in her life which lead to her feeling unloved and abandoned due to the treatment she received from mori and the overall environment of where she was forced to work — so that’s my explanation for cryo. yosano is usually seen holding this big ass knife, and a claymore is a bigass sword, so naturally i chose her to wield a claymore as it has the closest resemblance to her canon weapon that she uses.

of course, her having a healing ability in the manga makes her the healer of the party.. who would’ve guessed!!! one of her movesets would probably be something where she has to damage the teammate she’s healing and then heal them straight afterwards. idk if it makes sense, but let’s say she places something that gradually removes the character on the field’s health, and when their hp reaches a certain point, the object will burst and heal them + the whole team (including herself). it’d be kinda dumb in game but thats all i can think of lol.

ignore how long this is, yosano is a very complex character - and if you guys want, i wouldn’t mind doing a character analysis of her, or anyone tbh.

KYOUKA would be a cryo sword user. the sword is self explanatory — with her ability being a phantom who wields a sword. for the cryo vision, her ability is called ‘demon snow’ so naturally i would pick that. not only does her ability associate with the cold, ice, etc… but judging from her past and personality, i’m even more confident in picking a cryo vision.

she’d probably be a main dps and her moveset would be similar to razor's, with the wolf thing appearing and attacking alongside him in electro. i’m imagining demon snow appearing from behind once you press her burst and attacking simultaneously with her, embedding the enemies with cryo. ALSO, she’d definitely have an alternate sprint, like ayaka’s because she's just cool and majestic like that.

okay, realistically RANPO would not have a vision 💀…bc like, yk, the whole fake ability thing LOL. but for the sake of this, i’m gonna say he would have an anemo vision, paired with being a catalyst user. my reasoning for this is that, firstly, anemo is simply the most fitting for him out of all the elements BUT also, anemo characters are very… whimsical. and ranpo is basically the definition of whimsical. (anemo characters are just better) 

for catalyst, ranpo is a lazy fuck and it’d be funny to imagine him just standing in the middle of the battlefield throwing out long ranged attacks and whooshes of wind from a single position on the arena. from this, he would most likely be a support character and POSSIBLY… a sub dps. it would get more plausible the more constellations you’d have of him. also, i CANNOT imagine this man wielding any type of weapon 💀. just think about him flailing a sword around or struggling to pick up a claymore. my man is a PRINCESS.

omg also, i just came to a realistion. he'd basically be a heizou <3 ..but successful. 

ATSUSHI would be a pyro sword user. THIS DECISION WAS REALLY HARD.. but he’s just got that fire in him, you know. i also thought about labelling him as a cryo user, judging from his past, but it didnt really fit him and besides - hes a passionate guy; about the detective agency, fighting and all that. 

him being a sword user is mostly just the process of elimination, and it isn’t that bad of a choice either. being a sword or a claymore user would work for him, but ultimately i chose a quicksword because… he’s just a scrawny little guy. (ignoring the fact that he can literally turn into a ravenous beast)

AKUTAGAWA would be an electro bow. his rashoumon is super cool, and it looks sort of electric. ALSO, him being electro, goes so amazingly well with atsushi being pyro. the pyro and electro reaction is overload and it sort of creates a big knockback explosion, WHICH FITS THEM SO WELL? they have clashing ideal’s and powers, and they’re also on like, opposing sides — but in the end it makes sense, and it works for them. also one thing, i love how they’re literally designed to be a pair. in the manga atsushi has a black streak in his hair, contrasting aku’s white ends. i wish bones added that to his design <;/3

anyways, i was going to choose either bow or catalyst for him, but in the end i chose bow. i can imagine his ability to look somewhat similar to some of sara’s animations, and besides i think he would really rock being a bow user anyway. however, i dont think his skillset would be RELIANT on it, like ganyu. he would be more like venti, his worth mostly coming from his normal attack and burst.

[ilovecleo111]

hi i know you mentioned that you prefer manifesting over void but i’d love to know how you got in and what you manifested! It warms my heart that you discovered the law at such a young age! If you have talked about your void story/journey before i’m sorry i couldn’t find it! Can you please link it or just tell me how you got in and what you manifested? I’d really appreciate it!!

Hi bby! I haven't talked about my journey before so you won't find anything here.

When I first learnt about loa it was 2011-2013 so I didn't have any guides or things like that all my knowledge were from witches and Neville's books. At the time, loa was linked to spirituality, and witches dominated that scene. I also didn't have subliminal or meditations specifically for the void, so I had my work cut out for me.

I used Neville's specific words on the void to get in. I lay down and kept perfectly still (which is very hard for a child with adhd) and I repeated "I AM" and "I AM FACELESS AND FORMLESS". This didn't work the first few times and I misinterpreted his words, didn't live in the end and a whole lot more yada yada. But after 4 months I entered the void.

Here is the stuff I did manifest, from what I can remember:

My desired body (I had a lot of image problems because of my family 🙄)

A different look (I was insecure about my melanin because of some gross little kids so I changed my hair and skin, but I changed it back don't worry 💓)

A new family (You don't even wanna know the shit I had to deal with)

2 dogs and a cat-

Robux

Y'know that game cooking mama- I really wanted new meals 💀

Intelligence

A diary that could grant anything I wanted- it's pink and I still have it

A rich family

New friends

and that's all I can remember really, so that's probably most of it!. If you want to know anymore, lmk!!

[sgnwooyoung]

✠* ~attaboy

          senior year || @sgnxseungah���

          hesitance. that’s all he felt at first upon being dragged along to the mall, his own lack of money often kept him away from such places. outside of window shopping, just to kill time, he wouldn’t be caught dead here. though he supposed he could suck it up for the sake of seeing seungah’s smile, would go to the ends of the earth for her in that moment, and it wouldn’t be an uncomfortable thought. 

          it didn’t, however, surprise him that they’d found themselves approaching a make-up store. the harsh lights were what gave it away at first, as they walked closer to as much, hand in hand. felt terribly out of place in its wake. the colours and the like capturing his attention thereafter. people seemed to stream out of it as though make-up shopping was something bound to go out of fashion, though he supposed it made sense. cosmetic beauty was all the range, people often going out of their way to enunciate as much. 

          wooyoung simply found himself pulling her closer to his side as they entered fully. hadn’t the slightest idea what item was used for what, and how it was applied. had never used it before, had never set foot in places that mimicked this scenery. 

          “baby, what the fuck is contour, and why does it all look the same?” it was a question drawn from curiosity, as idle fingers reached over to inspect the product closer, turning it this way and that, as if doing so would provide him a better answer. he was sure his cluelessness would be amusing to her, and perhaps that’s the reason he egged on his own reactions to as much. 

[crowblackdream]

try my luck || woojin & chaerin

i’m sorry. no, i’m not sorry || @chaerincirce​

          it had only been a little while since the two last saw each other. the incubus had a tendency to keep his distance from those he’d had previous flings from, if only to distance himself from possible repercussions. though he couldn’t stay away from this one, admittedly. as cruel as it’d be to corner her once more. after all, she was that one gang member he’d used for information to further his own career.

          he’d spotted her under the still of the night, walking passed side streets, to where he could only assume was her place. perhaps he should have continued his own journey to his own gang’s headquarters, but something in him pulled him towards chaerin. 

          it was with this in mind, he picked up his pace if only to catch up with her. only then did he extend an arm to wrap his fingers around her own wrist, to catch her dead in her tracks. maybe the grin he wore when she turned was out of line, as though he’d done nothing wrong at all. didn’t use and drop off the map as soon as he’d gotten what he wanted. “long time no see, huh?” was the only thing to come out of his mouth, joined by a step closer to close the distance between the two further, towering over her. 

[lgcxcharlie]

a thousand songs

@lgchyo

there were hundreds, if not thousands, songs that they could perform. that idea alone overwhelms charlie in a way that stops her from being able to shortlist songs. there’s something about doing these public events with friends and those she’s comfortable with that makes it less stressful for her. years back, she wouldn’t be caught dead in any public function like this -- but look at her now, stepping on the stage to be the center of attention. she could only imagine how proud her dad must be, that she stayed and started working on her dream on her own terms -- sort of. he wouldn’t be happy, however, that she’s getting distracted with her inner workings again, and not helping either of them. it wasn’t just her decision alone, but she wanted to pitch in too.

charlie continues to strum softly, humming quietly to herself as she chewed on her bottom lip, trying to make a mental list of songs that she knows they both might like. “i’m not sure if we should rearrange songs, or just perform them as is…” she tells hyo, pouting as she sighed. “i want to do some new arrangements, but we’d have to pick our songs so we’d have as much time as we can to practice and rearrange as many times until it’s perfect, right?” on top of mind, charlie knows this would be fun. the last time she had played with someone who she could relate to and who could relate to her was the cafe performance, and the preparation has been smooth sailing then.

”but~” she adds with a smile, putting her guitar aside and getting on her feet to stretch. “if we performed them as is… people can sing along with us, so i’m actually torn,” she continues, shoulders dropping with a soft sigh, sitting herself back down. “what do you think?” charlie looks to her friend with another smile. it was very unlikely of charlie to talk this much willingly, without questions she had to answer. and the fact that she’s being considerate of the audience may seem ominous. but it was her new year’s resolution to not be so closed off, and a performance shouldn’t just be about her experience, but others’ as well. “do i make sense? in my mind, i think i am… but i don’t know, what do you think? am i talking too much?”

[vcjunho]

ride the lightning || ft. jaesun

watch out || @jaesunvc

time well spent together, in large quantities as of late. since they’d taken the step to put exclusive title to their feelings, junho had made a point to prove just how much he felt for the other. often times through simply spending time together, not particularly engaging in anything specific, nor grand. but rather feeding off company, as if they couldn’t get enough. tonight was no different, despite the anxiety that came with the inevitable. the lurking of clouds, only just slightly lighter than the near pitch black of the canvas sky hiding behind overcast. half thankful they’d taken his car, rather than any other mode of transportation. it was this same anxiety that had him constantly leaning over the steering wheel, partially distracted eyes darting, fingers dancing to an uneven rhythm.

it wasn’t that he had a phobia of storms themselves, far from it. was actually fascinated by lightning. junho simply had a fear of loud, sudden noises. if he couldn’t predict it, it would more often than not, shake him to his core. guns were different, the sounds controlled or anticipated in the heat of the moment; adrenaline would often drown out the bangs either way. fireworks, weren’t different, for example--often sudden when not controlled personally. shuddering deep breath was taken, willing himself to calm down. though he was partially thankful he’d taken the time to at least look at the forecast before going out with his boyfriend. 

speaking of whom, with hesitant eyes, the younger occasionally looked over at jaesun. not to the extent of being entirely distracted from the road, couldn’t risk the other’s life in such a fashion, in favour of treating himself to visuals. no, he used moments of looking between two subjects, to calm nerves. outwardly fine, if one was to pay attention to anything other than his eyes, though internally, he felt like hiding in the backseat, and just curling up into a ball, until the storm would pass and he’d be safe to emerge once more. god, he was such a child sometimes. he simply hoped that he could control himself during the event. “honestly, i think you should hide yourself. you can’t expect me to drive when you’re sitting right there. i feel like i’m being teased by cake, all while being told i’m not allowed to dig in.” 

[idontblushsrry]

Love Language|| Jujutsu Kaisen

“I wanna be fluent in your love language. Learning your love language.” 

A/N: If you didn’t guess from the tagline this is inspired by the song love language by Kehlani. I’ll probably do more of these with different shows and what not because why not. If I missed anyone lmk and I can make a part 2. Also please tag spoilers appropriately esp for manga readers, that being said spoilers for the prequel? manga on Yuuta’s part.

Characters: Itadori, Fushiguro, Kugisaki, Maki, Inumaki, Okkotsu, Gojo, Nanami, Sukuna

Warnings: said it b4 but spoiler warnings in general but esp on Yuuji, Yuuta, and Maki’s parts

Plot synopsis: The 5 love languages; physical affection, quality time, words of affirmation, gift giving and acts of service, and how each jujutsu kaisen character shows their love and affection for you. Ft. a gender neutral reader!

Word count: 2352

Itadori Yuuji

Love Language: Quality time and physical affection

Ok listen-

So for physical affection, Yuuji’s just that kind of person

He is all about giving to you

He’s holding hands with you if you’re ever walking anywhere, and if you’re not a hand holder pls pls pls let him hold your pinky he likes the reassurance

No but seriously he loves to hold you like yall could be walking in completely opposite directions and he’ll try to find some way to hold onto you until the very last second

And even then he’s all ‘:( babe imy’

‘Yuuji we just talked 2 minutes ago’

Another way he shows his love is through quality time

I think for him this is the biggest thing overall, esp as a jujutsu sorcerer bcus you never know yk but also because you’re important to him

Like remember how he literally went to occult club so that he could get out of school in time to go visit his grandpa...ye :(

He also loves finding dumb touristy things to do with you while in Tokyo or anywhere yall go together on a mission 

If you get together before he died and came back then that time he had to spend away from you literally killed him

Like my mans was goin THROUGH it

He almost considered spoiling Gojo’s secret

When he sees you again, he’s not gonna let go for like a solid day

Fushiguro Megumi

Love Language: acts of service and words of affirmation

This boy loves you so much

He loves to tell you all the things he loves about you when you’re alone

But he’s a little awkward with his words sometimes, hence where acts of service come in

He’ll immediately offer to hold your things, run to help you train or study, and if you’re cold? He’s fully prepared to never see his jacket again

Also he can’t cook but he’s fully prepared to suffer hearing Sukuna and suffering through Yuuji’s antics if it means he can learn how to make your favorite food

He also will surprise you by making you a playlist of all the songs that you’ve had stuck in your head and sends it to you randomly out of the blue one day like ‘thought you might like this’

However the best of both worlds is when he leaves you little notes throughout the day or sends you texts asking if you need anything or just encouraging you to keep going 

Negl he’s lowkey the president of the Y/N support club bcus-

You need anything? It’s yours

Cravings? Sad? Angry? What do you need bby, I’ve got it for you

Also he’s totally the type to be like you need help fuckin this person up? 

Also before yall started dating, Fushiguro was a mess

He was constantly asking to spar with you and go on missions, basically anything he could do to be near you  

End of the day, Fushiguro loves you and makes sure you know it whether it’s through his actions or his words

Kugisaki Nobara

Love Language: physical affection

So, she’s not the best with words, she tries but like someone help her bcus she is LOST

Like when she had a crush on you she was like “c��mere dumbass i wanna give you a hug”

In fact, she still is like “c’mere” but now you are dating :)

She loves you though and at first she doesn’t really know how to show it 

But one day you both come home from training and you just look at each other like ‘yeah today sucks’ and yall both just held each other for the rest of the day 

After that, she decided that she wants to do that with you but like always

She’s holding your hand, kissing your cheek when you go shopping, etc. etc.

She really loves to cling to you because she always has this fear that maybe one day you’ll get killed or just disappear so she figures might as well hold onto you for as long as we’ve got

After missions, she’s running up to you and if you aren’t prepared for the tackle, you’re probably gonna fall

On dates too, like if you guys have to meet up for a date, she’s tackling you

On the subject of dates...

She doesn’t mind PDA, and while she might hold your hand or arm so that you don’t get separated

She also doesn’t mind wiping food off your face and eating it, only to then kiss the spot on your face the food was previously at

She will split her shopping load between the two of you, however she will be slightly pouty if she’s carrying more than you (she then cheers up when she realizes she can do more shopping to “balance” the two of you)

In private she’s very cuddly and kissy which honestly isn’t that bad until it gets hot

At which point she’ll just say turn on the ac or convince you to walk around in a tank top (or something like it) so that she can continue holding you

Tbh she prefers the big spoon, but if she’s ever upset you let her be the little spoon >:(

All in all a very loving girlfriend who tries her best to show how much she loves you by glomping you at any given moment. 

Zenin Maki

Love language: acts of service and quality time

So you’re telling me that Maki wouldn’t immediately go out of her way to make sure her and her s/o can spend as much time together as possible?????

Like she’s super observant (which can cause her to be a bit harsh, see Yuuta) but she can always tell what’s bothering you

So if you’re upset that you haven’t been spending enough time together due to her being out on missions or otherwise busy she’s immediately running to finish her stuff and spend time with you.

((She’s very sorry, but on the bright side she brought your favorites!))

Maki is also an acts of service type

This mostly ties in with her kind of direct action way of thinking

She thinks she’s slick but you can always see her sneaking around to do small things like grabbing your laundry for you and folding it

She’s very much like if you love someone, you gotta prove it

Overall, dates with her are very intimate and personal to the two of you

Like she’ll take you to a frog pond you landed in during a fight once

Or you’ll take her to a street fair that serves this exclusive food that Maki mentioned wanting to try 

However, Maki shows her love through quality time and acts of service and while she does receive love from these to a degree, she is very much a words of affirmation gal

She’s not insecure in her day to day life but she has her moments, everyone does

Sometimes, she’ll feel like shit and a failure and all she wants is for you to say that she’s doing amazing and that she’s a great girlfriend.

Inumaki Toge

Love language: Physical affection

Because of his curse, he can’t exactly express how he feels about you through words

He does text you frequently throughout the day (I’ll have to do a hc abt that someday)

But he’d prefer not to be on his phone to communicate if you’re right in front of him

So he does the next best thing and just smothers you in physical affection

He loves kissing you the most

Like he could spend hours just kissing you if you let him (please let him)

But in public, he gets if you’re not a big fan of pda he’s willing to tone it down as long as he gets kisses later in private

He’d still prefer it if you held his hand or linked pinkies maintaining touch in some way

Also, unrelated, but it means so much to him if you try to understand his sushi language

He knows realistically the foundation of any relationship is communication so already he’s at a disadvantage because of his curse 

But if he sees you like take notes after he says something or start to need him to text you to translate, his heart is swelling

Like ‘omg this person loves me enough to learn a whole new language <333′

Another tangent but before you were together he was struggling so muchhhh

Like how does one express their feelings for someone without words?

If you’re Inumaki, you buy some flowers and text said person to meet you at a cafe

It took an embarrassingly long time for you to realize it was a date, but once you did, you ever so gently linked pinkies with Toge

Okkotsu Yuuta

Love language: words. of. affirmation. 

He’s literally so sensitive please tell him you love him regularly

In return he’ll be sure to tell you how much he loves you too

He knows that he can’t really be there for you as much as he’d like but he likes to let you know that he’s thinking of you

Doesn’t matter the time, if you call, he’s answering

If he doesn’t he’ll cry he’ll immediately call you back and is apologizing for missing your call

You assure him it’s no big deal but the man has his volume turned all the way up and changed your ringtone to one specific for you by the time you’ve even said hey

Aside from that, he really is sensitive

He’s been through a lot especially with Rika as well as growing up alone and bullied 

So for him, it’s everything to hear that you like having him around and don’t think he’s too much or anything like that

Of course, he gets better with time, trusting you and having the confidence in himself to not need constant assurance

That being said, if you ever just whisper in his ear, “I love you, Yuuta.”

That’s not your boyfriend, that’s a puddle of love on the floor

(Maki, Panda, and Inumaki had a field day when they saw him, Fushiguro now questions if Yuuta really is a respectable 2nd year.)

Gojo Satoru

Love language: gift giving and quality time

So Gojo doesn’t exactly get to spend a ton of time

Between missions, him beefing with higher ups, and you and him playing parent the baby sorcerers yall don’t exactly get time to go out much

In which case Gojo tends to default to two options:

He’ll either go the extra mile to try and spend time with you 

Whether that be an at home date where he tries and fails to surprise you with a home cooked meal

Or a date out at a restaurant or cafe (which you tend to visit after his home cooking efforts)

OR he’ll bring you various souvenirs from his missions

He loves to spoil you, and if he could he’d probably bring you back a whole store’s worth of stuff

But alas, airport security regulations

Anyways, he loves to spoil you especially if he can spoil you with sweets because it benefits him in two ways 

He treasures all the time you spend together, and he does try to overcompensate for his absence with gifts

Despite your assurances, it’s kind of a guilty pleasure at this point (just let him, trying to argue just goads him on further)

He doesn’t only buy you small things, he enjoys buying you outfits

And he especially likes seeing you in them 

Kento Nanami

Love Language: acts of service

Y’all remember the episode where he killed that curse that was bothering that baker lady?? Yea that

He’s literally such an acts of service boyfriend it’s not even funny

Before you got together, he would memorize your coffee order and bring you a cup pretty much everyday like clockwork

Now that you’re togehter, he wakes up before you so h=that when you wake up there’s the smell of coffee throughout the house

When you come out of you’re shared bedroom and he’s just scrooling through his phone like “mornin’”

Of course you already made the bed and ironed his clothes because relationships are give and take

And then when you leave for your jobs in the morning, he kisses you and holds the door open for you

He’ll draw a bath for you if he gets home before you, if you let him join or not is up to you

Also, if you ever get sick, he’s actually the best

Like he isn’t the best cook but he can heat up soup and tea

He’ll run to the store while you’re asleep and when you wake up, there’s like a whole tray of food in front of you and he’s like ‘it’s important to eat and drink so your body can heal’

And when you inevitably fall asleep after eating and taking medicine at his insistence, he tucks you in and clears away the dishes, exiting with little more than a kiss to your head

Ryoumen Sukuna

Love Language: gift giving and acts of service

So like Sukuna never says he loves you...ever

But he does notice if someone or something’s making you uncomfortable, and if so, said entity’s head will be presented to you later that day

You also just so happen to be the only person he can tolerate being around him for longer than 20 seconds

He also loves to give you jewelry, he likes seeing you adorned in something from him

He also isn’t gonna just handle all your problems for you, he will push you to become stronger by training with you 

He’ll also expect this energy to be reciprocated, as long as you’re pushing yourself to be better, he’s content with that

(He wants to see you grow because he’s scared that if he ever gets caught lackin one day you’ll end up dead)

He’ll never tell you or admit it, but Sukuna truly does care for you and hold you in a regard that he doesn’t have for others

So be grateful jkjk

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Sleepy Bois Inc x FranBow!Reader

In-game AU

Part 2/? PT.1

Plantonic!SBI x Young!Reader

(10/11 years old)

Headcanons

Genderneutral reader (they/them) 💜

INFO; If you haven't played or seen game play of Fran Bow then you can skip this if you'd like. If you don't care then go ahead.

Summary; Basically if you've seen/played the game you should know how this goes, you take place of Fran. So you go/went through the same things she did and you still have Mr. Midnight. This takes place while Fran is still in the mental hospital and then got teleported near the SBI.

If I get any info wrong, I'm sorry! I rewatched Markiplier's game play so it shouldn't be way off.

P.s not everything is described the same.

(^ art by sunquids on twt)

CW/TW: mentions/includes of cussing, food/not eating properly, screaming, murder, death threats(?)

First Impressions

Philza

Was terrified honestly-

Thought you were dead at first

Mans was just walking around with his son when he heard a thud

Was 1000% not expecting a kid and a cat

Even worse when he tried to get closer the cat got defensive and swatted it’s claws at him

And when you woke up-

Oh boy-

You barely acknowledged him and picked up the cat

Which btw, the damn cat changed so quickly- it perked up and was all happy and shit

The sudden anger to happiness gave him whiplash the poor guy

Then when you started crying which that scared him to

But either way he wanted to help you

Blame the father instincts ig-

He saw the way you looked thinner and not in the way as in ‘I was born with a fast metabolism/naturally like that’ but in the way of ‘I haven’t gotten proper food in a while’

(Btw if you are a plus-sized reader, the same goes for you. I don’t want to specify anything, especially body types. But he could tell you haven’t eaten actual food :) bc we all know that asylum food is shit)

He also saw the way you lowkey gaped at his wings but shh-

^ Lowkey feels prideful about it but you didn't hear it from me-

He really tried to approach you as calmly as possible to not scare you

Can I also mention that when he saw how dull your eyes were he felt his heart shatter

He also physically winced when he heard you speak for the first time

Honestly got lost in thought with a bunch of concerns, worries and shit

Final Thoughts;

Thinks you're absolutely adorable

Wants to punt whoever left you here

Lowkey scared of your cat

Technoblade

At first did not care

Like at all

Also thought you were dead at first

Still didn’t care

But the more he examined you when you first met

There’s something about you that kinda…

Clicked?

Idk

But yeah

Was ticked off when you talked back but also impressed

Like he’s Technoblade, The Blood God.

Usually whenever he makes eye contact with people- especially kids

They cower, scream, panic and ect.

But you didn’t waver

But either way, he’s still very skeptical.

Will absolutely stay on guard with you around

Unless you don’t give him reason to

If the some of the voices are right

He will dropkick murder you

So just keep quiet about it for now, okay?

He actually kinda finds you interesting

He doesn’t know why, he just does

Maybe it’s your mannerisms but eh

Just watch yourself around him

He’s so stiff and stern around you to the point that you think you won’t wake up the next morning

Final Thoughts;

Still really iffy about you

Get's the most ill vibe from you

Wants the voices to stfu about how 'cute' you were

TommyInnit

Ima be completely honest with you-

He screamed.

Like as soon as he made eye contact with your bloodshot eyes

He just full on screamed

You don’t know what you did to scare the poor teen

But I guess you’ll never know

And ima be honest with you again

He doesn’t either.

Maybe it was the way your eyes bore into his when he first saw you

Lowkey thought you were half dead or a zombie or some shit

You just looked so…

Dead…?

You kinda looked like a doll to him

He’s not a fan of dolls

Will he apologize for screaming the first time ya’ll met?

Because that is lowkey rude to do-

Yes but actually no-

He feels bad but he’s got to much of a stick up his ass to apologize directly

But he’ll make it up to you one day

I hope-

But other than that

He’s happy to not be the youngest one around tho

Final Thoughts;

Still thinks you look like a creepy doll

Gets this vibe from you but can’t put his finger on it

Lowkey wants to take you out on an adventure and maybe introduce you to Tubbo

Wilbur;

He was actually in his room chilling

Practising his guitar for a new song he wrote

He was vibing

Then he heard a scream

Thought a cat or smt was being murdered

So he rushed downstairs expecting a dead animal or shit

Turns out it was just his younger brother

Was gonna scold him but he saw you and your cat

That btw, you were holding him in such a cute way and looked at him with these doe eyes

Mentally, emotionally and physically awed

Your farming his aw’s hold on a sec-

He’s in love omg-

Please he’s already thinking about doing sibling shit with you

He knows his dad will adopt you even if he said ‘They're staying here for a while before they go back home.'

Wil knows that’s a lie and you’ll be staying here for a lot longer

With your consent ofc

Either way finds you adorable, smol and just

You’re baby

To him, you’re baby

Final Thoughts;

You're baby

Wonders if you like music

But also gets a weird vibe from you

Bonus;

The Voices

Oh boy-

So many different opinions

Some want you dead

Some want to hug you

Some want your cat

Some hate your cat

It’s all a mess

But let’s focus on the positive ones-

A lot of them are still chanting ‘protecc tiny bean’

Some are talking about you, others the cat

‘protecc tiny beans’

Is now what they decided to chant

They love you bby dw

Even the harsher ones, they love you

They just don’t show it

For the ones who really want you dead and shit

They’ll warm up

At least I hope so

But they don’t get the chance to say more mean shit like wanting you dead

Because those voices are getting attacked by your fans

Yes, your fans

They’ve nominated themselves as your fans

Yes, they do fight for who’s the number one fan

Final Thoughts;

If Philza likes you then they do (for the most part-)

Protecc tiny beans?

Protecc tiny beans.

Feel free to submit suggestions for this series! Could just be headcanons, reactions to ___, or anything!

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original ask from nonnie: Hi! Can I request fluffy headcannons for Denki and Kirishima where the reader is a night owl or get very hyper at night?!?

-> find part one here <- this prompt is so cute and i had to do a pt 2 😌

headcanons for bakugo and midoriya for: a hyper night owl! [pt 2]

Katsuki Bakugo

this man sleeps at 8:32 pm what do you expect

bakugo is usually pretty big on getting his sleep, but if he knows that you’re hyper and your sleep schedule is effed up,,,

...it’s effed up.

Bakugo probably first tries to hide the fact that he cares and hands you some warm water, “just go to sleep. it’s not even that hard.”

but you’re just being this adorable little puppy, bounching up and down and you’re just like, “i’m sorry, who’s she? who is sleep?”

bakugo first shakes his head and decides to try to sleep on his own, but he keeps hearing you bounce, and that lingering feeling in his head to go talk to you and drag you into bed makes him get up

(healsolowkeyjustwantscuddlesfromyoubecausehehadabadday😭😭)

“Uh, Bakugo? didn’t you say you wanted to go to bed earlier? you have a bunch to do tomorrow, i’ll be okay!”

“you’re going to get sick and it’ll be annoying to take care of you if you don’t sleep. come on, extra.”

i saw this on another blog but he def calls you “my extra” and that makes me so SOFT EEEEEEEEEE

bakugo LOVES cuddles, especially since he wasn’t that big on hugs or touches as a kid

he loves cuddles from you especially, and will literally hold onto you for as long as he possibly can

will he ever admit it out loud? no

BUT will this adorable pomeranian hold is arms out like a lil’ baby since he’s exhausted, and open his arms out like an angry embarrassed pomeranian with arms open for hugs?

yes omg 😭❤️

if you say no, will he start crying internally and/or burn the entire house down?

of course

man’s so touch-starved, he will literally do anything for your cuddles

he literally does not want to admit that he doesn’t feel comfortable sleeping without you by his side 🥺🥺

bakugo leads you into bed and turns off the lights, and can i just say, he’s such a softie when he’s sleepy

he was already tired when he went to go pick you up, so at this point, almost the moment his head hits the pillow, he falls asleep

*puts on sunglasses* BUT NOT FOR US NIGHT OWLS

WE HOOT INTO THE NIGHT AND SCREAM “CAW CAW BTCHES”

his hand will be delicately caressing your cheek, and he’ll be saying absolute nonsense since he’s so tired, “you smell... like flowers. nice flowers.”

you laugh, “is that so?”

“yeah,” and he snuggles in closer.

OR OR OR

if you two both surprisingly can’t sleep, expect you lying down on his chest and bakugo stroking your hair, while you two just go on your phones

and every so often, bakugo will laugh and say, “look at this idiot” and show you an iconic tiktok

other times, 

Bakugo’s head is layed on your chest, and he’s just sleeping so peacefully

his breath is syncing with yours as you pull him in closer. 

dang, he’s actually kinda angelic when he sleeps

you obviously still can’t sleep, but watching bakugo this vulnerable is something that you’ll cherish forever

you plant a kiss on his forehead as you turn off the bedside lamp, at least trying to get 2 hours of sleep, which was better than nothing

but bakugo feels you moving, and thinks you’re gonna leave

so this precious boom boy just says, half-asleep, “don’t go, y/n..”

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

he’s the most vulnerable when he’s sleepy, so in a low voice, he’ll say, “i love you,” before falling back to sleep again

please cuddle and take care of this man, he loves you more than you may think

Izuku Midoriya

I think Izuku probably sleeps at around 11 every night, sometimes midnight on average??

this bby cares about you so very much, please remind him how much you love him 🥺

he’s not too much to usher to you sleep right away, but he does want you to get plenty of rest

expect an inspirational speech about getting sleep

“it’s important to get lots of sleep, y/n! getting sleep means that you’ll be strong enough to face tomorrow, and you can have more energy for the next day. that’s important! but...we must sleep for the right reasons. yes, that’s important. sleep isn’t just about getting attention or becoming famous, it’s about getting energy! you-”

the poor boy is sleep-deprived please give him a break

he also likes making you tea!! he will literally do anything to make your life easier

“i know you’ve been having a lot of trouble with taking care of yourself because of school... so i at least hope this can help a little!”

thIS PRECIOUS BOY WILL SHOWER YOU WITH KISSES

I HAVE SO MUCH LOVE FOR HIM IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY

he’ll literally give you kisses everywhere, and smooth out your hair and play with it

he’ll sometimes spray lavender that his mom gave him to help you sleep better

expect having a playlist of late-night songs

even though he does sleep kinda early, there are days when he just cannot sleep because the poor boy has one thing in common with all of gen-z, anxiety btch

he sometimes ends up venting, but hear me out, it’s the extreme type

he’ll literally say, “i’m so tired... you know? i’m tired of always waking up everyday to the same thing, i’m tired of forcing myself to eat, i’m tired of always having to do things i don’t wanna do and-

“sorry about that! i didn’t mean to change the mood so quickly!”

but nonetheless you give this boy the cuddles he deserves because HE’S SO PRECIOUS

he’s also an extremely good listener, you could literally talk about anything and he’ll acknowledge it right away

you’d probably sigh and say, “i don’t hate her, of course not! but it’s just-- her vibes, you know? her vibes aren’t right. she hasn’t done anything to hurt me, but still! i’m getting really bad vibes from her, so maybe we should stay away? no wait that justs sounds so mean, sorry! but what if she actually-”

you stare at him, “i’m sorry, was i blabbering too much?”

he’s half-asleep and-

he can and will shoot random nonsense and start blabbering

but sometimes it’ll be insanely cute and he’ll be so smooth

“no, keep talking,” he whispers. he will literally pull you into the softest hug and say, “your voice is...” he yawns. “your voice is really pretty, y/n.”

😭😭❤️

i had a really awesome time writing this ahh! this was honestly so cute, and if you’d like me to do any other characters, lmk bb! i also love making friends so please interact with me if you’d like me to love you aggressively becAUSE I WILL-

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why wont you love me // hrj [02]

pairing: renjun x reader

genre: friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, slight angst

wanings/notes: alcohol consumption (all parties are of legal age, drink responsibly!), mentions/symptoms of anxiety, mentions/signs of abandonment issues, jealousy, inspired by the song Why Won't You Love Me by 5sos

(warnings/notes are subject to change and updates if needed.)

word count: 2.1k

Renjun and y/n are an inseparable pair; they know each other like the back of their own hands. For the most part. Renjun keeps his true feelings hidden; y/n refuses to acknowledge their own. Both hold the fear of losing each other. But will one night out and a little too much to drink change everything?

a/n: hello part two is f i n a l l y here- sorry for the super long wait ;-; lmk if you want to be in a taglist ^-^

A week without Renjun and the boys proved to be a lot more difficult than you expected. On any other day, a normal day, you would have Renjun or Jisung on video call to keep you company whilst doing your work, cleaning the house, or just any other task. On any other day, you’d have a few of the boys lounging around your apartment, studying, doing project work, playing video games, spending their time in the comfort of your tidy home if they needed to get away from their own. Most of the time, it didn’t even feel like you lived alone.

Needless to say, with your main group of friends away on their trip, you were bored. With the boys doing their own trip activities, it was hard to get a normal, lengthy video call in. Procrastination was one of your biggest enemies in the deafening silence of your empty apartment. Without the company of your friends occupying your phone, and your current lack of self control, you were sprawled out on your bed scrolling through Instagram, your essay long forgotten.

You sat up abruptly when you opened Renjun’s story and were greeted with a photo of him and a shorter girl wrapped in his arms. Your chest tightened and at their bright smiles. You chewed on your bottom lip as you stared at the photo, the strange sensation in your chest growing. After a few seconds, you decided to close the app, the feeling (which, you concluded to be anxiety) building inside of you became overwhelming very quickly. You placed your phone face down on your bed and slowly laid back against the covers. You stared blankly at your ceiling and drummed your fingers on your bedsheets and chest.

A ding sounded from your phone and your hand flew to grab it. You hesitated to look at the screen though, unsure if you were hoping it was from Renjun or not. Ten seconds passed, and after a deep breath, you look at the message. A sigh fell from your lips when you read the contact name. It was from Jisung. You couldn’t tell if you were relieved or disappointed that it wasn’t Renjun as the anxiety in your chest continued to swirl.

bby chick <3: Are you busy rn bby chick <3: Can u vc bby chick <3: I miss you :(

You felt a pang of guilt for feeling slightly disappointed as you read the younger boys messages. You truly did miss him as well. The situation prior to his messages simply threw you off and into a frenzy of other feelings. Your fingers typed a response quickly.

: I miss you too :( : and no I am not busy, call me <3

It took no longer than 5 seconds for a video call from Jisung to pop up. After a deep breath to push down the previous discomfort within you, you put on a small smile and answered the call. The sight of Jisung’s face lighting up instantly when you appeared on his screen made your smile become more real, the photo of Renjun and that girl being pushed aside for the time being.

“Hii y/n!!” Jisungs voice was lively and excited. The setting sun shone a warm glow on him and the hotel wall. He waved to you, and you waved back.

“Hey Sunggie, how are you doing?” You asked. He didn’t hesitate to respond.

“I’m good, the guys and I miss you tons though! How are you?” Your chest tightened when he returned the question. It always broke your facade at times like this.

“I’m- I’m uh… yeah, I’m good.” Your feeble attempt at seeming okay was unconvincing as hot tears rolled down your cheeks with each blink. The uncomfortable feeling in your chest returned and your breathing quickened. Though your vision was blurred, you noticed Jisung’s expression fall into one of shock and panic.

“Wha- what’s wrong? Are you okay? Why are you crying?” He stuttered, reaching towards the camera as if trying to reach directly to you. You wiped your cheeks frantically with your sleeves and sniffled, a pathetic laugh falling from your lips.

“Yeah, I’m fine! Nothing is wrong, Ji, don’t worry-” Jisung cut you off gently. Tears continued to fall from your eyes involuntarily.

“Y/n… please don’t lie to me… you’re clearly not fine…” Your chest tightened more at the sadness in his voice. He didn’t like seeing you upset, it made him sad seeing his friend in distress. You tried to dry your tears again, but it was no use. With a quiet sigh of frustration, you ran your hand through your hair. There was no use in trying to lie again, your feelings were impossible to hide at this point.

“I- ugh. Yeah, you’re right. I’m not really okay- I’m sorry.” You looked down at your lap, fiddling with your fingers. Jisung furrowed his eyebrows at your apology.

“No!! Don’t be sorry!” He exclaimed. You glanced up at him and slouched further into yourself. Silence filled both of your rooms. You didn’t know what to say. You were embarrassed; your fear of being abandoned was consuming every bit of you with each passing second the longer you stayed in your head. Abandonment issues weren’t something you’ve ever talked about with any of your friends, there was never a reason to. Not until you saw that photo of Renjun.

The silence stayed for what felt like an eternity of being stuck in your own thoughts on a loop. No matter how many times you tried to tell yourself that Renjun would never just drop you out of the blue, the anxiety just pushed back. Part of you says “he wouldn’t.” but the other part of you fights back with “but he could.” It was a never ending loop; spiraling into yourself with no end in sight. Jisung snapped you out of your thoughts with a question that caused your cheeks to burn with anxiety.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You chewed on your bottom lip and tried to sort your thoughts before speaking. Tears began forming in the corners of your eyes again and they fell down your still damp cheeks when you blinked.

“It’s- ahh. It’s just- that photo of Renjun and that girl. It’s like, stupid but I think it was just anxiety saying like ‘oh Renjun found someone new he doesn’t love me anymore’ kind of-” The string of words fell from you lips quickly and in a mess, your insecurities growing and getting the best of you. Your voice cracked and you sniffled before taking a shaky breath and rubbing your eyes, giving Jisung the opportunity to speak. He was hesitant at first, his voice wavering slightly; he wasn’t exactly sure what to do.

“Hey- um- breathe for a second. Can you, uhm, can you show me the photo?” You nodded and picked up your phone to open Instagram. A feeling of dread grew in your chest and stomach as your finger hovered over Renjun’s story. With a deep sigh, you opened the story, the photo popping up on your screen. You stared at Renjun’s smile for a second before tapping on the small paper airplane icon and sending it to Jisung. You waited quietly as Jisung opened Instagram to see the image. You laid on your back and positioned your phone next to you so the boy could still see you when he returned to the call.

While you were swimming in your own variety of conclusions, Jisung stared at the photo you had just sent, unsure of his next words. He ran his hands over his face and through his hair, knowing that he could potentially make you feel even worse in one way or another.

“Y/n- oh my goodness. Okay- that’s not- that’s like Renjun’s second cousin. We just met her today!” You stared at your ceiling as Jisung returned to the video call.

“I… are you serious? Oh my gosh.” You groaned, tears beginning to fall faster again. Jisung frowned and furrowed his eyebrows, still hating to see you so upset.

“Yeah! Please don’t cry.” Jisung tried to comfort you as best as he could through a tiny screen. You sniffled and whipped the tears from your face, only for more to fall. He sighed softly, feeling slightly helpless.

“Look, even if that wasn’t his relative, I can assure you that all of us love you and we would never just up and leave you for anyone else. Renjun especially. y/n he…” He paused for a second, trying to pick his words cautiously to avoid exposing any secrets that weren’t his.

“You’re his best friend. He, of all people, would never, ever do that to you.” Your tears began to slow as you listened to Jisung, taking in everything he said. The external rationalization was reassuring, but the ache from the idea of losing Renjun continued to loom deep in your chest.

“I know that your anxiety clouds your judgement sometimes but if I can do anything to help at any time, please let me know.” He paused for a second, quickly realizing that you were keeping quiet.

“But if you can’t talk to me for whatever reason, try to remember what I just said.” You sighed softly. Jisung was really trying, and even though your thoughts continued to run wild, you were grateful for his efforts.

“Thank you, Ji. I really appreciate it. I’m sorry for all that; it was just a huge scare about my best friend leaving me over what turned out to be nothing.” You rolled your eyes at yourself. You jumped to conclusions and got upset over a misunderstanding; you felt foolish. Jisung perked up and was quick to validate your feelings.

“Oh! No, please don’t feel like you need to say sorry for feeling.” He frowned at you and played with his fingers. You pursed your lips and looked down at your lap. Silence lingered for a couple seconds before Jisung spoke up again.

“Um, okay. I’m sorry of this is a dumb question, but like- are you sure that was the only reason for your reaction..?” The question made you tilt your head and bring your eyebrows together in slight confusion.

“Uh? Yes? What do you mean?” Jisung turned away and scratched the back of his neck.

“Ah like, I dunno. The use of best friend- I mean like, are you sure you aren’t like, jealous?” Jisung turned his head down slightly, looking up at you with a careful gaze, nibbling the inside of his lip. Your eyes widened and you blinked a few times. Your lips parted to speak and you raised your eyebrows, but the words got caught in your throat. Why is this so hard to answer? You furrowed your brows for a second, regaining your composure enough to form some sort of coherent sentence.

“Oh- well I mean I guess maybe?? But no. What?? He’s my best friend and he’ll always be my best friend.” You tripped over your words as they came out in a mess. Your heart sped up and your cheeks warmed slightly. What is happening?? Jisung furrowed his eyebrows and tugged at his fingers as words began falling from his lips.

“Right- I’m sorry-” He started to panic, but you cut him off softly before he could ramble an apology.

“It’s fine Jisung, don’t worry about it.” You sent him a small, half smile. He chewed on his bottom lip and averted his gaze. Without letting the guilt-filled silence linger, you sighed and clapped your hands together.

“Enough about this stuff. Tell me more about the trip, what have you been up to?” You smiled softly. Jisung looked at you hesitantly and you nodded; an attempt at reassuring him. He took a second and raised his eyebrows before breaking into a smile.

“Well, the day after we arrived we just sort of slept in, but in the afternoon we went into the city...” You smiled as enthusiasm filled his eyes again, but his voice became mere background noise as you got lost in your thoughts once more. Jisung’s previous question coming back and lingering in your mind; “are you sure that was the only reason for your reaction?”

Renjun is my best friend. I don’t want anything more.

You did your best to shake it from consuming you, wanting to focus on Jisung instead. But the tiniest voice in the back of your mind repeated in a loop, Renjun is my best friend. I don’t want anything more. Right?

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disclaimer: updates will be stagnant. thank you for understanding :)

[muwur]

do u think u could write something fluffy for atsumu? :D (if not, bc he just showed up in the anime, futakuchi?) nd they/them pronouns pls :3 ty ty!!!

dating headcanons

✧ hc’s ✧ for atsumu and futakuchi

❧ gn reader

✎ 1.6k words

a/n: oml my first request fgrinffej thank u anon <3 been doing sum ~research~ and brainstorming snaccing and i hope this is okay ! >:) for u i shall do both ppl hehe. feel free to lmk if you would like me to redo or add anything, i wanna do my requests justice :*)

also i find myself gettin inspo at 4 am ofhfuohf i hope this is a bit fluffy, tho its a bit playful n snarky as well fnoggrefjf. also this took me so long bc i literaly got this whole other idea LMAOOOO but i find it more suitable as a separate piece so be on the lookout for that (nudge nudge itll feature atsumu ;) i got a bit carried away AAHA). here u goo

atsumu

✧ boi’s a tease

✧ on days he stays really late to practice so like?? most days LOL  you drop by a nearby eatery and pick up some fatty tuna (or something else, you like to change it up sometimes even if fatty tuna is his fave)  for him to munch on (gotta replenish your body!!)

✧ even though it’s for him, he’ll make you share the food with him as you both sit on a field nearby the gym

✧ likes to feed you but exaggerates it just to mess with you

✧ “say ahh, y/n” he coos with a smirk when he holds out some food from his chopsticks

✧ and just to mess with him back, you close your mouth around the piece, taking it from the chopsticks slowly and never breaking eye contact with him until after you chew and swallow

✧ “ah, that was delicious, honey” you smile cheekily

✧ rip atsumu, he malfuncc inside

✧ however

✧ fights you for the last piece of any food or snack you’re sharing

✧ “why even offer sharing if you’re just gonna hog it all”

✧ “you were just slower than me, that’s not my problem”

✧ in the end, he would definitely just let you have it. Only fights you when hes bored and wants to provoke you, which is often

✧ pretty affectionate in public. likes to ruffle your hair or place a head on your hand, no matter what height you are

✧ especially likes to do this when you’re annoyed at him, which kinda makes it not cute anymore and you just wanna punch him in the face

✧ as annoying as he could be tho you had to admit that your bickering could be quite fun he was definitely a caring partner

✧ is quick to take notice how youre feeling, liek:

✧  “hey, are you feeling okay?”

✧ “yeah im fine, why?”

✧ “you know you dont have to lie, right? you cant hide these things, anyways, i can just tell if something’s up. what’s wrong, babe?”

✧ pulls you aside to talk things out a little, then offers to spend some time together after practice  

✧ squeezes your hand as he walks you home, plants a soft kiss to your forehead before parting ways, and says goodnight

✧ he also notices any changes, no matter how small, in your appearances:

✧ *scrutinizing you* “what do you want, atsumu?”

✧ “did you do something different today? maybe like with your hair or uniform or something?”

✧ “o-oh, yeah, i did.”

✧ “hm. it really suits you, actually.”

✧ “oh, thanks. it’s such a small change, i didnt think anyone would notice--”

✧  “dont get too ahead of yourself, i didnt say it looked nice-- im kidding, im kidding!” he has to say in order to defend himself from your piercing glare

✧ lowkey highkey cant go long without seeing you

✧ so when he finally gets to spend some time with you, he’s even more touchy than usual

✧ you eye him suspiciously before saying, “you’re acting like you missed me or something”

✧  “yeah, i did miss you. something wrong with that?” he asks, burying his face in your neck as he hugs you from behind

✧ “yes, because its been two days”

✧ expect lots of kisses and hugs, though. mans is deprived and he gets what he wants (with consent, of course)

✧ makes sure everyone knows he’s there to stand up for you if necessary, which can be pretty intimidating

✧ loves it when you fall asleep on his shoulder. will take selfies with your sleeping face and show you later

✧  “you look cute even when you’re drooling all over my arm”

✧ doesn’t talk about how he sniffed or kissed your head when you were asleep. definitely doesn’t admit how he was whispering about how lucky he was to be in love with you asdfghjk

✧ was the first to admit he loved you

✧ it occurred after his team won a game to qualify for nationals. excitedly, you raced your way to meet him and tackled him in a hug. who cares if he was sweaty. “i knew you guys would win, and im so proud, atsumu.”

✧ he stumbled a bit and hugged back. he pulled away shortly to look you in the eye

✧  “y/n, i love you.”

✧ and all you could do was blush before he pulled you into a soft, yet passionate kiss

✧ surrounded by like. literally everyone lol

✧ osamu just fake gags in the background

✧ later that day:

✧  “sooooo do I get a reward for winning ? ;)”

✧  “dont push your luck”

✧ but you do spend the night just chilling at his place, watching a movie and cuddling, unwinding from a long day

futakuchi

✧ you met each other in class, bonding over how bored and sleepy you both were

✧ one day he started passing you notes and you went with along it until this class’s purpose in y’alls lives was just for goofing off and totally not to see each other’s smiles or be a bit flirty

✧ loves to mess around with you, but also thinks highly of you

✧ shortly after you started dating and met the boy’s volleyball team, moniwa asks you to please keep futakuchi in line

✧  “babe, please, you’re driving your seniors crazy”

✧ but ever since he became captain, you could sense that futakuchi seemed more responsible

✧ but poor bby was also wayyyy more tired than usual

✧ you poked his back with your pencil whenever you found him dozing off in class, just in time before he risked getting caught by the teacher

✧ you also nagged him about getting more rest and maintaining his health, doing things to help him out until he gave in and made a better attempt at taking care of himself

✧ unless you have other activities going on, you’d usually come by the gym to watch practice and then walk home with futakuchi

✧ you always bring him and his team snacks. they all love you, especially koganegawa

✧ “how are you and y/n dating, they’re so much nicer than futaku--”

✧ cant even finish his sentence before the captain smacks his head and poor kogane chokes on his snacc

✧ but les be real you also go to admire your manz

✧ on the walk home one day:

✧  “you hit a really good spike today”

✧ sheepishly scratches the back of his head, “oh, thanks. kogane’s sets are improving, so it’s getting easier to hit the ball”

✧ secretly loves and craves your praise

✧ futakuchi’s pretty down for pda. you two can often be seen walking down the aisles, hand in hand

✧ will also give you lots of pecks, especially on your cheeks and lips

✧ he also insists on helping you carry your things

✧ wants you to rely on him

✧ saw you shivering once and took his jacket off, draping it around you like nbd

✧ lets just say he wishes he coulda thought of that sooner dhqnwxhgergk  youre not allowed to look this cute

✧ but now you literally keep half his closet in your house cuz he always tells you to return it whenever you want

✧ could go on dates anywhere and literally have such a good time. the night market? y’all will share foods and play games the whole time. the park? he could go for a nice, relaxing walk, or if it’s at night, he’d love to lie in the grass and admire the night sky with you (as long as you hold hands lol). at home? would totally binge some shows or movies with you, has sour gummies n a blanket ready to share hog

✧ can be a tease, but will protect you at all costs

✧ glares at anyone who looks at you with interest (boi gets jealous)

✧ had to pull you into his arms and give you a kiss to save you from getting hit on by someone from a rival school. “hey babe, i’ve been looking for you. let’s head back, everyone’s waiting.”

✧ you happily follow him, not noticing how futakuchi looks back at his now sworn-enemy and sticks his tongue out at them

✧ he will fIGHT anyone who hurts you, is very overprotective to say the least

✧ always makes sure he knows where you’re at, starts to worry a bit if you’ve gone mia

✧ got reallly worried one time when he called you like 5 times and you didnt pick up!

✧ 20 minutes later his phone rings and he picks it up immediately. “hello? y/n? are you okay?? you haven’t been answering me for a while.”

✧  “ahh, yes, im sorry about that, my phone died :P”

✧ thinks the best cuddles are the ones in which you both end up falling asleep. also likes to admire your sleeping face totes not a creeper

✧ also loveloveloves to snuggle you from behind and bury his face in your neck and loves to just smELL you

✧ you told him you loved him first

✧ you were having a rough day when you heard a knock on your door

✧ opening it, you found a futakuchi giving you a small smile and carrying a plastic bag full of goodies. “i, uh, didn’t want you to be alone, so i thought we could hang out for a bit? just us two, your favorite snacks, and whatever else you want to do”

✧ touched by his gesture, you pulled him in by his jacket’s collar and gave him a long kiss

✧ after separating, you looked into his eyes as you cupped his face gently. “thank you, kenji. i love you. this means a lot to me”

✧ ejiufnicenjfdhksujsk he nearly melted in place

✧ later tries playing the pocky game with you, but then y’all forget about the pocky after your first round and stick to the smooching

[butgilinsky]

the treehouse // ph

warning; underaged drinking ig, angst

summary; you have to say goodbye to pope, and you don’t know how. 

word count; 3.5k+

not my gif! if it’s yours lmk so i can give you credit!

this is for @popeheywards pope appreciation week! i gotta give my bby all the love he deserves, so here’s day two (angst) of pope week(: 

this was your personal hell. coming to terms with losing the one constant in your life, the one person that had been there through thick and thin. losing pope was the one thing you were convinced you couldn’t handle, and now you were being forced to deal with the one scenario you hoped would never happen. 

you wanted to be happy for him, and part of you was, but there was a part of you that couldn’t let pope go. you couldn’t slap on a smile and send him off with a head full of positive thoughts. you couldn’t handle it. you didn’t know how to say goodbye to the one person that promised to never leave. 

sure, he wasn’t leaving leaving, but he wouldn’t be down the road anymore. pope could move to new york or all the way to russia, in your mind it was all the same. 

being states away meant you wouldn’t be able to walk to pope’s house after a bad day. you wouldn’t be able to show up to the dock on a good day, smile wide and ready to shift into a pout if need be to convince pope’s dad to let you steal him away. you wouldn’t be able to spontaneously invite him to dinner on sundays, or study at his kitchen table past midnight. 

pope was leaving, and you had to come to terms with that. 

and to top it all off, he was leaving at the beginning of the summer. his scholarship covered summer classes, a few of which he would need to obtain at some point, so he figured why not now? his excitement was too bright and bubbly for you to tell him that he couldn’t miss his last summer on the island. summer was the pogues’ time to let everything go, have nothing but the best time, and pope was going to miss that on top of everything else he was already going to miss once he was away at college. 

you shouldn’t have run off, you knew that. you felt a pang of remorse, the guilt clawing its way up into your brain the longer you sat in the old treehouse, knees held to your chest while you rocked back and forth. you hadn’t prepared for this day, and that was your own fault, but it made pope’s send off party harder than you could’ve ever imagined. 

the old pieces of wood had nails sticking up in different directions, the same stack of old books stashed in the corner next to the poor excuse of a bed. the trunk full of toys you gathered from the ages of 2 all the way up to 16 sat in its respective place, right beside the structure that was your makeshift kitchen at the ripe age of six years old. 

this treehouse was your safe space. it was the place that you could always run to when things were less than ideal. when your parents were fighting late at night, you were reading in the treehouse. when your older brother had been especially mean to you, you were hiding in the treehouse. when you failed tests or got into a fight with one of your friends, you could be found up in the treehouse the second after you returned home. 

anyone that knew you would look in the treehouse if you’d ever gone awol. it was your safe haven, your happy place. unfortunately for you, the treehouse was having an opposite effect on you today. 

for every memory you made in this treehouse, you’d made another one with pope. after second grade, pope was in here almost every time you were. you’d gotten in trouble more times than you cared to admit by simply being in the treehouse with pope past sundown. the two of you could hardly ever be pried away from each other, especially if you’d climbed up into the treehouse. 

there were pictures of the two of you everywhere, next to pictures you’d drawn for each other. there were book pages, ripped out and drawn on, all holding its own story and meaning. there were stuffed animals and blankets that one of you would bring up, usually gifting it to the other in a time of need. 

the makeshift bed, that was really just old pillows laid next to one another with a quilt thrown over the top, sat in the corner of the room. you could see yourself propped up in the corner, pope’s head in your lap while you read to him. 

he was fiddling with the rips in your jeans, pulling at the stray threads while your voice filled his ears. he smiled to himself, finding both your voice and the story of the march girls to be quite soothing. 

you’d been reading for upwards of thirty minutes, losing yourself in the words you were rattling off every now and again. you’d occasionally forget that you were reading aloud to pope, too invested in the story to acknowledge the boy fiddling with your jeans. 

pope’s smile was the thing that pulled you out of your makeshift bubble. his bright smile pulled you out of your trance, tearing your eyes away from the thing pages and over to his, the sweetest shade of brown you’d ever seen. 

“what are you smiling at, heyward?” he shrugged, his smile never faltering, ever when he turned his head slightly, enough to nudge your hand out of the way so he had a better view of you. 

“i’m just happy.” it sounded so simple. so mundane that it didn’t deserve any acknowledgement. 

you dropped it then, finding it to match the way that you were feeling. you were happy too, you realized. but that didn’t mean you had to talk about it. 

the pillow propped up in the corner, dressed in a blue case that matched the sheets on pope’s bed back in freshman year was a reminder of him. he had brought the pillow with him on a saturday morning, tucking it behind his back while he read over his biology notes. 

the dress you had on was a stark contrast to your usual choice of clothing. the planks of wood and makeshift furniture had never come in contact with anything above a pair of your dad’s old shirts and your older brother’s sweatpants. 

you were outshined moments later, the ground entrance of the treehouse swinging open to reveal the man of the hour. he had a soft smile tugging at his lips, a slight sense of pride in his eyes at the thought of catching you sulking up here. 

“you ran off.” he lifted himself up into the room, shutting the door behind him before finding his home by your side. “i was looking everywhere.” 

your shoulders slumped, suddenly guilt ridden at the thought of pope searching for you after you fled the scene. you wanted to stay, to be there for him in a moment of celebration for his achievements, but you couldn’t. you couldn’t be in a place where you had to be painfully reminded of pope’s departure every thirty seconds.

“i’m sorry. i should’ve said something.” he shook his head, the soft smile still present as his eyes dropped to his lap.

he bent his knees and pressed his feet into the floor, folding his hands together on the top of his legs. his eyes locked on his thumbs, twirling around one another as he collected his thoughts.

“i shouldn’t have expected you to stay. i should’ve realized you’d end up here at some point.” pope knew how you were handling this situation, and ignoring it was your favorite coping mechanism.

“i’m sorry pope. i couldn’t do it.” he should’ve known it was going to be hard for you, and though he had a rough idea, it wasn’t at all what he originally imagined.

he raised his arm, hooking it behind your neck and over your shoulder. he pulled you gently into him, while also moving towards you. your head tucked into his neck, creating a soft sense of intimacy in the slightly uncomfortable situation.

“the thought of losing you scares me.”

your words tugged at his heart, placing a weight on his shoulders that he couldn’t ignore. he wasn’t sure why it weighed on him so heavily, since it wasn’t anything he didn’t already know.

you’d expressed these feelings before. feelings of attachment, often paired along with a fear of losing said attachment. pope knew you were anxious to see how your friendship beat the odds of long distance.

“i know. i’m sorry i didn’t pick duke.” you raised your head from its place tucked into the boy’s neck, eyes wide with confusion as they looked at the boy.

“don’t apologize for making the best decision for yourself.” he had a sheepish look on his face, slightly embarrassed for apologizing. he knew you wanted the best for him, he just ignore the guilt he felt for not choosing what was the best for the both of you.

“you know that, just because i’m a few states away doesn’t change the way i feel about you.” and that, was the kicker for you.

truth be told, you didn’t know how pope felt. you didn’t know which side of the line he stood on. in your mind, you were in unmarked territory. you weren’t sure if you were going to be friend zoned, or if you were going to be top three on his never list. you were painfully oblivious to the fact that you were ranked at number one on pope heyward’s never list.

“i love you, pope.” your voice was soft, and it was hard to tell if he caught the true meaning of your words.

“i love you too.” it sounded so easy for him to say. almost like he had said it a thousand times over, like it was a common phrase to fall from his lips. it brought butterflies to your stomach, though you couldn’t sense the true meaning in his words.

you were determined to beat the odds with pope. you were going to thrive, despite the multiple states between the two of you, you were sure about it. 

you allowed pope to convince you to walk the short distance back to his house, joking about what his dad would say when the two of you got back. you swung your hands between the two of you, sometimes you’d twirl underneath your interlocked fingers. it was fun, but you mainly did it to see pope smile at you like there was nobody else he’d rather be with right now. 

it was true. pope didn’t want to experience life with anyone else. there’s not another person he would’ve rather spent hours up in a treehouse with, reading books both have you read three times already. he wouldn’t want to attempt to make dinner with, only for the two of you to burn something as easy as broccoli. 

it was you and pope, ‘til the end of it all. 

your arrival back at the heyward residence was anything but quiet, earning the attention of just about everyone in the room as you entered the home. you bit on the inside of your cheek, suddenly nervous that you were becoming a common topic of conversation, something you didn’t deal with all that well. 

“where were the two of you?” kie skated over to the two of you, an eyebrow raised while she placed her palms flat against her hips. 

her light, knowing smile was somehow comforting, and she spent little to no time waiting for an answer before she grabbed your hand and pulled you away from pope. 

“just have fun, okay?” pope said quickly, fully aware of kiara’s ability to pry you out of any situation you found yourself in. 

he leaned forward, after you’d silently promised him with a smile and a nod, and pressed his lips against the side of your head before following the sound of his name across the room. 

kiara’s eyes were locked onto the lazy smile stretched across your lips, though she wasn’t sure if you were aware how much you smiled when pope was around. she had noticed it years ago, picking up on the way that your eyes lit up when pope entered the room, or the way your smile widened every time he’d call out your name. 

pope was your person, anyone could’ve picked up on that. your parents picked up on it when you were too young to know what love was, and your friends picked up on it fairly easily. 

“someone’s smitten over a certain someone.” your eyes floated over to sarah, who held a suggestive smile on her face and two champagne flutes in her hands. 

she handed you one of the flutes, letting a laugh tumble past her lips at the sight of you shooting back the golden liquid. you felt better than you did before, but it was still a bittersweet feeling to be celebrating pope’s anticipated move. 

“someone’s just trying to stay put together until he leaves.” you casted a glance over your shoulder, pushing a smile to the surface when your eyes caught pope’s. 

his wink made your stomach do flips, the familiar feeling of butterflies flying around the enclosed space. you turned back to sarah and kie, noticing the change in their smiles. their once bright, adoring smiles turned to ones of sympathy, trying to mask their hurt brought upon by pope and you ignoring the obvious signs you sent one another. 

“are you going to be okay, hun?” kie’s hand found your shoulder, squeezing it softly in attempt to reassure you that everything would be okay. 

“i don’t think so.” you shook your head from side to side, staring into the bottom of your champagne flute. “it’s going to be ridiculously hard.” 

kie moved forward, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and pulling your face into her neck. to anyone else, it looked like an innocent hug as kie put on a bright smile. 

to pope, though, he knew it was more than a hug shared between friends. his eyebrows knitted together, worry etched into his features as he locked eyes with kie. her lips turned upwards in a thin line, silently telling the boy that you were, for lack of a better word, a mess right now. 

you had fun, as much as you could muster, for the rest of the evening. you smiled and engaged in pope related conversations when approached by someone new. everyone asked how proud you must be, being his best friend and the one that studied opposite of him since you two were children. 

you’d tell them the truth. you were prouder than you ever thought was possible, and you were happy to see him so happy. but you would miss him, that much wa obvious. you’d get an ‘aw’ and a hand that squeezed your shoulder or wrist in momentary sympathy. 

your eyes would lock with pope’s every once in a while, a soft smile tugging at your lips just before your attention was stolen away by another person. pope smiled at you the whole night, even when you weren’t looking at him. even when your head was on kiara’s shoulder and you knocked back champagne while sarah rambled off about her program at NC state. 

you found yourself outside a few hours after you’d come back from the treehouse. the breeze in the air cooled your skin down slightly, a nice contrast from how the sun felt just a few hours earlier. the thin straps on your dress allowed for the breeze to hit the skin of your arm, bringing light goosebumps across your skin. 

you’d emptied your last glass of champagne, setting the flute beside you on the dock. your hands gripped the fabric of your dress, keeping it out of the water while your feet moved the water around gently. 

“running off twice in the same day, y/l/n?” you smiled to yourself, shrugging your shoulders gently before casting a glance over your shoulders. 

he’d lost the jacket of his suit at some point throughout the night, prying his tie off a couple moments after. he rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, and you were almost certain jj had been the one to pop the first couple of buttons on his shirt. 

“you look a lot more relaxed.” you smiled at the sight of him, seemingly more comfortable than he had been at the start of the day. 

“when you tell the same story over and over again, it starts to feel like you’ve never known how to do anything else.” pope sat beside you, bending his knees and placing his feet flat on the dock instead of over the edge like you had been doing. 

“i’m going to miss you.” your voice was almost lost to the breeze, whisking it away into the night where nobody else would’ve heard the gentle promise. almost. 

“you’re not losing me, you know? i’ll miss you every single day, i don’t think i’d be able to go a single day without hearing your voice.” it was meant to reassure you, honestly, but it didn’t have its desired effect. 

you were scared of the empty promises. you were scared that he would say all of this now, but the second he found a new person to study with, a new person to create lifelong memories, you’d be a distant thought in the back of his head. 

what you didn’t know, is that was physically impossible for pope heyward. there wasn’t a chance that he’d be able to forget about you. you consumed him, and he wouldn’t have had it either way. 

“promise?” you whispered softly, turning to face him with a desperate expression etched into your features. 

he smiled, holding out his pinky and waiting for you to interlock yours with his. when you did, he brought his closed fist up to his mouth, kissing the side of his hand and smiling when you did the same. 

“you couldn’t shake me if you tried.” pope teased gently, nudging his elbow into your side and making you sway in your spot. 

“i’d never try to shake you.” the sincerity weighed heavy in your chest, like you’d just admitted a secret to the boy that he was never meant to hear. 

“good, then we’re on the same page.” he smiled widely, pushing himself onto your feet and stretching his hands out towards you. he smiled at your confused expression, and the way you placed your hands in his anyways and allowed him to pull you up to your feet. “let’s go read about the march sisters.” 

“we don’t have to read little women, again. we can-”

“we’re climbing up into that treehouse, and we’re going to read little women. end of discussion.” you knew he was only suggesting the novel because it was your favorite. he found the story interesting, sure, but he didn’t care for jo or amy as much as you did. the only reason he’d committed some of the dialogue to memory was because it made you happy when he’d read it aloud to you or vice versa. 

so you let him take your hand and made the walk back to your house, climbing up into the dimly lit treehouse. the only light in the room came from an old lantern your dad had given you. you weren’t sure how the light bulb still worked, since you were sure you’d never changed it before. truth be told, pope had changed it a few times if he noticed it flickering or dimming overtime. 

you tucked yourselves into the same corner of the room, your head in pope’s lap while his eyes scanned the thin pages. his right hand held up the book, using his thumb and pinky to turn the pages when it was time. his left hand laid gently on the side of your face, his thumb moving back and forth over the soft skin of your cheek. 

your eyes would flutter shut, a soft smile gracing your lips while you listened to pope’s soothing voice. he’d pause every once in a while, losing himself in a trance when he’d glance over at you. 

neither of you planned on staying up there all night, and pope really should have gone back home at some point, seeing as he only had one more day to pack before he drove across the country with his parents. but when the sun rose and your dad climbed the latter, expecting to see you curled into yourself on the bed of pillows, he caught sight of the two of you.

your head was still in pope’s lap, turned towards him with your knees brought close to your chest. pope was leaning against the wall of the treehouse, his left arm draped over your side while the other held the book open and away from you. 

in your dad’s eyes, along with pretty much everyone else on the island, you and pope heyward were going to be alright. you were going to beat the odds, and distance wouldn’t phase either of you.

you could only hope that held true 

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[shotosprincess]

When he loves me — Iwa ♡︎ Oikawa

LISTEN TO: “ CLOUD 9 “ — BEACH BUNNY

ART: UNKNOWN ( i found it as a sticker on picsart since i couldnt find any good iwaoi screencaps so if yk who the artist is plspls lmk !! ty !! )

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pairing: iwa x oikawa

summary: iwa shyly plays oikawa a song he wrote on a whim ,, and years later ,, after they fell apart ,, oikawa attends one of iwa’s concerts and hears their song,, the song,, once more .

genre: angst + fluff !! <3 ugh i love oikawa my bby but i absolutely love him and iwa together sm too ajjdjjf

a/n: 3am writing for comfort innit (•̀ᴗ•́)و smhsmh it’s lowkey so dramatic ?? idk why i was feeling so melancholic ?? but i live for the yearning anyways lmao <//3

“ Hey...wanna...hear something I’ve been working on? “

Iwa’s voice shifted to one of a far softer tone, unusually uncertain of himself as he gripped the bedsheets beneath him in an anxious hold, turning away from Oikawa whilst a deep vermillion blush tainted his shy-stricken face.

The hazel-haired setter lifted his mouth into a gentle smile, skin mirroring a similar red to Iwa’s. His head lolled to the side, and Iwa swore he felt something flutter within him. The fist which he clutched the bedsheets within closed even further.

“ Sure, Iwa-chan! “

A hard gulp. Iwa swallowed his nerves down, fingers hovering over the strings of his freshly-purchased guitar, hesitant. Trembling, even.

Light wisps of brown swept just over Oikawa’s eyes as he put down the volleyball he had been mindlessly spinning, and covered Iwa’s hands with his own. He looked up with a reassuring grin, deepened-honey gaze colliding with one of the enchanting midnight sky.

“ It’s okay. It’s just me. But of course, you don’t have to play if you don’t wan— “

Iwa swats his hand away. “ Of course I wanna, dumbass! “ He barked.

With a frustrated huff, his fingers find a home amongst the sound as they begin to delicately strum the translucent strings. His eyes fell closed, lost in the music, albeit fairly cliche, as he wordlessly played the song which was most special to him.

For what reason it held such a cherished place in his heart, he did not know. Not truly, at least. Admittedly, he had written it purely on a whim, clutching onto the fleeting remnants of a foreign euphoric high. The crazed rush of fingers furiously clacking against the keyboard filled the silence of his room, lasting well into the evening. He had so much to say, so much to express, and yet it was only through the words appearing on the screen in which he could ever hope to communicate it.

He had never even planned on sharing it. After all, it was merely a crappy, rushed song put together purely by the rawness of an unknown emotion, and during ungodly hours of the night out of all times. It was nothing special, really.

To him, at least.

And yet in a hushed, timid tone, he began to sing:

“ I don’t wanna seem the way I do...but I’m confident when I’m with you... “

Oikawa’s lips parted in sheer awe. The delicate swirls of the instrumental blended flawlessly into the angelic quality of Iwa’s singing. His muscles tensed. He shook it away.

What the hell is this? Was he...nervous? No, no, it can’t be. This is Oikawa-fucking-Tooru we’re talking about!

He could do nothing but stare intently in a silent adoration as he allowed his heartbeat to meld with the smoothness of the melody, sweeping him out of Iwa-chan’s bedroom and into a whole other universe entirely. One where there exists no pain, no sadness, no fear. One where tears dried before they could even splatter upon the ground. One where everything was happy and perfect and...good.

—

IWA

Five years have passed, yet I miss him all the same. If anything, the ache has only grown to, somehow, prove itself increasingly unbearable over the time we’ve spent apart. My stare falls upon my guitar. Not the new one, which is this modern, flashy model with a bold red design, but my first-ever guitar, boasting its worn-out strings and dulled body. The hole in my heart digs itself impossibly deeper.

We had dated not long after that night—the night I played my song to him, and suddenly it became our song. We would whip it out like a handy party trick whenever we’d hangout with the rest of the team, and it was...nice to say the very least. Well, while it lasted, of course. Highschool love, teenage love, is constantly fleeting. Temporary. That was my philosophy at least, until Oikawa Tooru appeared and changed everything. I disregarded every sense of rationality, and all for the blissful rush of romance which he offered. The sneaking out, the small notes snuck into each other’s lockers, the way he draped his jacket over me when I got cold, the tender kisses shared in a darkened room.

I loved it. All of it. And when I lost him, I missed him too. All of him.

I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised, though. After all, teenage love is but a transient feeling, is it not? I had to drill the reiteration of my old motto back into my head when we split, so that I may never allow myself to yield to the temptations of love, or at least the attractive promise of one, ever again. Eventually, we had to go our separate ways. He pursued volleyball, and I chased relentlessly after a different growing passion of mine, though honestly rather unexpected; music.

And now here I am. Sitting backstage at my own show, waiting patiently for my cue. My foot taps a random rhythm against the floor as I mentally debate with myself whether or not my choice for the opening song truly was the best option.

I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?

He might be watching.

Fair, but would he even recognize me? Does he even remember me at all? I mean, it’s been so long...

I think he’d remember something as sentimental as the song you first played him. I mean, you were the first guy he ever dated.

Yeah, keyword: “ dated “. He’s probably moved on by now.

Shit, do you think he’s found someone new already? What if he brought them to the show?

Nah, nah. That’s highly unlikely. Impossible, even. The latter, that is. It’s not exactly that popular of a show.

Right, you’re right. So there’s nothing to worry about. Hakuna-fuckin-matata, right?

I suck in a sharp breath as the lights come on, laughing dryly.

Hakuna-fuckin-matata.

—

OIKAWA

My hands fiddle with one another as I push my way past the busy crowd to find a spot amongst the front row. A cheery girl with astonishingly-saturated red hair and an almoat-overwhelming brightness about her, greets me. I scoff, amused.

A fangirl, no doubt. Charming.

“ Oikawa! Ohmygoshohmygosh, Oikawa Tooru!! Hi!! I’m—I’m— “

I glance at the front row, which is only a few steps away, as her blubbered words start to blur together. I laugh.

“ A fan, right? Want my autograph or something? A picture, maybe? “

Her eyes light up vastly and she begins to bounce up and down with the same enthusiasm I’ve noticed to be common among practically all fangirls.

“ YES! Ohmygosh, yesyesyesYES!! “

My grin widens as I click my blue pen, which I carry around for autographs ( oh, the pains of being famous ), and hurriedly sign my name on her collared shirt. It was a fairly pretty garment, I’ll admit, but at this moment I didn’t really care, and I’m sure neither did she, judging by the way she squealed excitedly and took a spam of what had to be a million-and-one selfies with it.

I finally find a place among the jumping people at the front, taking in the atmosphere. The lights dim, and brighter white ones turn on in their place.

The show is about to start.

—

IWA

“ Hey, everyone. I— “ The mic whines with feedback. I wince, wrapping my free hand around it and trying again.

“ I’m—I’m opening with a song that’s very dear to me. I wrote it way back in highschool, but it’s always stuck with me, kinda like a safety net...of sorts. I uh, hope you enjoy. “

Shit, why am I being so damn awkward? I’ve never been this awkward before a show. Maybe it’s because of that damn opening song. Oh well. Too late to back out now.

Irritated, I push the thought away, wetting my lips as the drowning claps and whoops from the crowd cheer me on. My hand hovers just over the strings. It’s shaking. No matter. I close my eyes, and imagine him holding them. Him encompassing my hands within the warmth of his, just like he did all those years, which were now lost in the past. Him looking at me, him telling me it’s okay. Him.

I breathe all my nerves out.

Him.

And I begin to play.

The awkwardness melts away almost instantaneously as I pour every dripping ounce of my heart out into the song, the music swelling wildly with every emotion I had forced in for the dreariness of these five years. My eyes shoot open when the chorus hits. I feel like I’m king of the world.

I catch a familiar set of eyes. Richly brown. Deep.

Oh shit.

My breath hitches when I realize who they belong to; Him. His. He-

No, no, it couldn’t be. Could it?

It felt too real, as if I’ve somehow managed to reduce his very existence to nothing but romanticized self indulgent daydreams of what we once had, woven into the vast vagueness of song lyrics with a naïve hope of what could’ve been. And now here he was, at my concert of all places, for god knows what reason. The colourful lights fell upon his face in the most flattering manner, though admittedly I suppose anything would be flattering on him either way. But under this light especially, at my concert, he looked nothing short of perfect. Of lovely.

But of course he was. This was Oikawa-fucking-Tooru, after all.

The chorus hits with a sharp accent. I belt with all that I am, for the boy who took a rough sketch of a dream and made it reality, for the boy who found an unmatched sense of home among those of his highschool volleyball team, for the boy who wound up so foolishly falling in love with his best friend. For him, for my fans, but most of all, for me.

“ But when he loves me, I feel like I’m floating, when he calls me pretty, I feel like somebody— “

I maintain eye contact with him. It’s scary, burning holes into my tattered soul, which I had pieced together so carefully with cathartic lyrics scratched into the pages of creased notebooks. I’m secretly scared that his gaze will somehow break it all down again. But that’s when I finally understand; it’s him. This, this song, it’s about him. It’s always been about him. There will be no one else, could be no one else for me. That...sheer elation, the unfiltered emotion which sparked this song to begin with—I understood now. That was love. More specifically, love which my chest held for Oikawa. It’s as if I’ve been harshly disillusioned to see what I’d been unconsciously denying all these years, seeing him here. It’s always been Oikawa. How could I not have known? After all, I’m constantly recalling the day he held me in a tight embrace after one of our best matches, happy tears staining my damp jersey as he whispered in my ear the praise I’ve subconsciously always wished to hear.

“ You did good. “

Though it seems painfully mundane, simple to anyone else, it was...different, coming from his lips, hearing it in his voice. I took that compliment and kept it close to me for all eternity, immortalizing it within the varying notes of this song. I stare right back at him with a newfound fervour, an unknown intent, a epiphanic strength.

“ Even when we fade eventually to nothing, you will always be my favourite form of lovely. “

His eyes widen.

—

OIKAWA

My heart clenches as Iwa freely powers through the rest of the song. But during this moment, it feels as though it was created solely for us. As if the universe, as if fate itself had decided that despite the harshness of this world, and every little force fighting to keep us apart, this one moment, if anything, was ours. Truly ours. Our song, our moment. Ours. Time suspended itself indefinitely as the onyx hearth of his gaze finally met with mine. Unexpectedly enough, it stayed there.

And everything fell into place.

The song didn’t take me to a paradise without tears, or pain, or sorrow anymore. It took me to a place with Iwa in it. I realize now that...I want the tears. I want the pain. I want the grief. I want the good and the bad and the light and the dark, so long as I can have Iwa there with me through it all. I want him. All of him. I’ve want to love him enough to love his “ unglam “ moments and his admirable aspects all the same. I want to be there with him through every body-wrecking tear, every hearty laugh, and every glimmer of happiness. I want to be able to see the face he makes during a scary movie, to open an umbrella for him during the rain. I want to see the sunlight glow upon his cheek, I want to count the stars with him until I fall asleep. I want everything about him, for to me, he is everything. And it’s this song...this damned song which brought it all back.

It was ours. And I realize now...it was about...me. I mean, I’ll admit that I’ve always been a little more on the conceited side, but how could you deny it? It had to be. It had to. Had to. I wanted it to, at least. I wanted it to be about me so desperately, it sent a cold pain through my chest. A single, lonely tear falls down my cheek as the crowd around me erupts into a sea of laughter and off-tune singing from the audience.

What if it wasn’t? I mean, you guys broke up. You told him you moved on. Yes, it was a lie to lessen the pain, but he didn’t know that. What if it was about someone else completely and you’d just been an idiot this whole time? What if—

The concert comes to a close much faster than I thought it would, much faster than I would’ve ever wished for it to. I don’t know what I’m doing, what I’m thinking, but my legs move before I even have a chance to question them. I’ve always been one to think before acting, hence why I’m such a star on the court, but this time, my emotions seem to be taking over. I don’t know what’s come over me, what this unusual, hot feeling is. It’s exciting and intimidating all at once, and I hate it because I know what it must be. In a hot flash, I find myself standing at the door of Iwa’s changing room. How many bodyguards I must have recklessly shoved out of the way to get here in the blur of adrenaline, I don’t even want to begin to think about.

My hand freezes over the door. “ Iwa “ is engraved in bold gold letters with a deeply-etched star sticking out at the bottom. Taking a deep breath, I knock frantically.

“ I-Iwa-chan? It’s uh...it’s Oikawa. “

—

IWA

I pause in the midst of buttoning up my shirt. A solid three are left undone. But his voice...how could I ignore it? Ignore him? I haven’t heard his voice in what feels like eternity, but I’d be kidding myself if I had said I’d forgotten it. The constant yearning was always so irritating. Such a pain. At least it made for decent music, I mean, I’ve been booking shows. But alas, one problem before another.

“ O-Oikawa? “ I slowly pace to the doorknob as I twist it open.

Holy shit.

It is him after all. He hasn’t changed a bit. He remains the charming, handsome man I remember him to be, even after all this time has passed.

“ How’d you get—why are you here? “

“ Iwa, there’s...there’s just...there’s something I need to ask. “

“ Huh? “

“ That song...our song.... “

“ Shit, right! I, uh...sorry. I didn’t ask you about it because I honestly didn’t expect you to show up at all. It’s been what, five years? “ I stumble subtly over my words, rubbing the back of my neck.

He turns away sheepishly. Almost...longingly, even.

“ Yeah...it has. “

He clicks his tongue.

“ Who, uh...who was that song about? The curiosity’s been eating at me. “

A heat rises to my cheeks. A pause.

“ I—It—Ugh, fuck it. “

I’ve never been the best at talking directly to Oikawa, not since I realized that what I felt for him extended to something past the bounds of friendship. So I decided to do the only thing I knew to do in that moment—show him instead.

My lips crash against his as he slams the door behind him. The palpable tension between us is shattered immediately, and everything is faded out into insignificance. All that matters is the man in my arms, the man I’d been longing so desperately, so hopelessly for all this fucking time. I kiss him against the smoothness of the door, hands immediately trailing to his soft locks. I twirl and twine them as I see flashes, bright hues of heaven itself. His lips upon mine are the most perfect fit. His touch is painfully intoxicating, and I show him, wordlessly, with an unparalleled fervour—just who the song was about. He melts into it, matching my energy with a foreign sense of passion.

—

OIKAWA

“ Do you think...the universe is gonna try to separate us again? “ I ask softly, voice barely even a whisper. Tears wet my lashes at the very thought of being without him again. For those five years, though I was living my dream...it didn’t feel complete. Not without him. I blink them away aggressively, focusing on the night sky above us. My head is resting in his lap, and we’re simply...existing together beneath the curtain of darkened pools which hung above our twined bodies.

Iwa strokes my hair nonchalantly as he interlocks his fingers with mine. “ Of course. It always will. But we found each other didn’t we? And even after...even after this life has passed and we’re reduced to nothing but ash, I’m convinced we’ll meet again. One way or another. “

He tucks a straying tuft of hair from brushing my lashes.

“ Even then...even then you’ll still be my favourite form of lovely. Or whatever. “ He scoffs at his own over-poetic response, looking away with a tiny smirk.

“ Okay, Mr. Songwriter! “ I tease, nudging his side in a playful manner.

He rolls his eyes, bending down to kiss me once more.

For the first time in a long time, I feel complete. I’m on cloud 9.

[ellie-sande]

izzie- an in-depth character study to end all slander towards my child 🥺🥺

at this point, my role on this fucking shit hole of a site is to psycho-analyze every fucking complex queer character/relationship (see my euphoria rant here if ya want), so what better and more relevant pRoBLeMaTiC queer character is there to analyze than izzie no-last-name??? nONE

i have been seeing absolute SLANDER for my bby girl izzie from both the straights and the gays, and like, i understand why, i just think that viewing izzie as problematic or terrible completely invalidates her characterization on the show?? they be like: oh my goaaaddd she’s so emotionally manipulative?? or what the fuck? she was comfortable being touchy with her before, what’s changed?? or shE’S noT the SaMe as LaST SeAson?? and tbh, all that??? absolute bull imo. so imma break this down and talk about each point.

oh my goAAD she’s so emotionally manipulative

i guess i get where this stems from, which is from the fact that she appears to be extremely volatile (and to an extent, i agree), but in my opinion, izzie is one of the most fucking real characters on the show. why??? because SHES AN INSECURE, ANXIOUS, AND SELF DESTRUCTIVE LITTLE BITCH. everything that she’s done that’s hurt casey either comes from a place of insecurity or anxiety. for example, the reason that home bitch goes all the way awwwfffff on casey’s man is two-fold: first, because she’s jealous (obviously) and secondly, because she genuinely feels protective of her friend. in that same vein, i think that evan standing them up really fucking set izzie off because she’s this incredibly driven person with a certain set of morals and goals, which are all nonexistent in evan (in her opinion), therefore making her believe that casey could do better and be with someone that pushes her to make strides. a part of her is probably thinking, what’s this bitch doing with this dumbass when she could be with me instead?? someone that wants to grow with her and push her to do better. like, what am i missing asjdf;ajsdf;. as for her tomfoolery at the party, i’ll get into that under another point :)

what the fuck? she was comfortable being touchy with her before, what’s changed??

siiiissssss... this one i dont get at all?? like the answer is obvious: internalized homophobia + fear of breaking the norm and ruining her future. in general, there’s a huge difference between het girls holding hands and cuddling all the time to a fucking couple doing those same things?? the actions feel different and are generally percieved differently by the public, so the natural response is to feel a bit anxious about pda at first, which was casey’s reaction. PROBLEM IS, izzie the dumb bitch obviously has some internalized homophobia, what with the whole “i don’t like to broadcast my personal life” bull, so things get a shit ton more complicated. ADDITIONALLY TO THAT, when we first meet izzie in season 2, it’s very obvious that she’s driven and ambitious because she doesn’t want to end up living the same life as her mother, so anything that she percieves as a threat to that future, including being seen as the other because of her socioeconomic class, makes her anxious, and fair enough. i’m sure her original plan was probs to fall for a guy and be a fucking boss ass couple and in general prove her mom wrong, but then, GAY just came out of nowhere. and then, there’s the stigmitization of queer people in a predominantly heterosexual environment, so of course as a member of an all girl’s team, there’s probably fear of being ostracized, and that fear could be heavily rooted in being emotionally abandoned by her mom. so what i’m trying to say is that she kissed that guy after getting a little hot and heavy with casey because a part of her thought that her being out, even to a small circle of people, could demolish all of the work that she’s done to appear as one of the crew, which made her anxiously and impulsively act out. but, when she saw that casey was implicitly giving her an ultimatum between ending things and staying together, she decided that casey is WORTH IT. she’s WORTH taking that risk to her and that’s fucking fanfic shit right there. 

shE’S noT the SaMe as LaST SeAson 

she is the same as last season, y’all just had a year to imagine what a more fleshed out version of her character would be and forgot that she’s always had a lot of issues over the one year hiatus. NEXT. 

in general, i think that atypical has created a relatively complex character, and just like casey, we have to work a little bit to put together the pieces of WHY she acts the way she does. WHY does she appear so hot and cold?? and that’s definitely not everyone’s cup of tea, but i think you can still appreciate what the writers were going for when writing this relationship, regardless of whatever flaws you may see in the way it was executed. 

if y’all want any more analyses on casey, izzie, or atypical, lmk! writing this shit is my crack :)