#aone angst

[romaevelizz]

Hope your still mine ˖ ࣪⊹

Various! x Fem!reader

Inspired by Pretty little birds by Sza

˖ ࣪⊹ he sat In front of his desk doing his assignment his focus on them as you watched from the other side. It was weird the feeling that you’ll both be graduating soon. That you won’t see each other every day because of school, the sickening feeling of being accepted into different universities. Having to possibly work long-distance relationships.

The nightmare of breaking up because of that, living far away and not being able to work a relationship, the fights, the stress. That you wouldn’t be with him for the rest of your life that all of the talk of having a future might have just been talk… “I can feel you staring..”

You didn’t say anything just watched him you could feel your self starting to cry. All of it being so overwhelming, that maybe just maybe he won’t be yours anymore, that all of the memories and moments you’ve created and shared we to be forgotten. That he’d give up on you, that your ‘difficult’ nature would get rid of him even after all this time. That he’d get tired of you.

His eyes finally left if paper meeting your teary eyes, his brows frowning “love what’s wrong?” He asked his hand coming to cup your face whipping away stray tears that slipped down your face. “Common talk to be baby..”

“Please don’t give up on me..” you sobbed, “please..” his eyes filled with concern and he moved you close to him. “My love what makes you think that I’d give up on you, ever.” He asked his attention fully in you now.

You could only shake your head, nothing really just these intrusive thoughts that haunted you because you did want to be with anyone that he was the person you could only see yourself with ever. “I don’t know..” you muttered a frown plastered on your wet face.

“Hey, hey listen to me, just because we’re graduating doesn’t mean I’m gonna leave you. I dosent mean that if we go to different universities I’m not ever gonna take a train to come see you even if I’m traveling across the country. That I won’t call you every chance I get, hell I’d transfer schools if needed no matter how hard it is. No matter how angry we get at eachother I’d be right by your side once again. Because every day I wake up, every time I go to sleep I hope in the morning you’ll still be mine.” He spoke in full sincerity.

God his heart broke that you thought he’d ever give up on you because he may not be as open and giving to others but lord with you. With you it’s different his mindset is heart is so open, and he doesn’t want that with anyone else how could he? When you were right in front of him.

You were perfection no matter what. He pulled you ups to his lap your arms wrapping around his neck and his lips kissed your neck and shoulders softly. “I don’t want anyone but you.”

“I am yours, as you are mine. I plan on growing old with you I’m in it for the long run alright? Because I wanna be with you..” You nodded “I wanna be with you to..” you muttered lips meeting his the kiss filled with such love.

“I’ll find you no matter what.”

Tetesuro Kuroo, KENJI AKAASHI, WAKATOSHI USHIJUMA, Kiyoomi Sakusa, DAICHI SAWAMURA, Asahi Azumane, Toru Oikawa, HAJIME IWAIZUMI, Tobio Kageyama, KEI TSUKISHIMA, Takanobu Aone, Satori Tendo, + ur Fav!

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Imagine you started to catch feelings for Rin Okumura and everybody confused your attitude thinking you like Yukio.

content: a lot of fluff, slight angst, school oriented, best friends to lovers, tsunderegirl! x dumbass guy! | warnings: none! | pairing: reader x rin okumura

You don’t know where or how, but you fell in love with Rin.

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— At first sight:

Everything where just laughs and fun when he was around you. You loved his bad jokes. The wrinkles in his face when he showed you his canine smile ¡! A/N: Holyfuck

then he started to bring you every morning breakfast cuz you’re too distracted and lazy to do your own

in the beginning, the gesture surprised you but after Rin continue making you the lunch

it became a tradition

Continue with the topic of school…

Everybody knows that Rin sleeps like a rock

You go every morning to his room, and you scream “TAKE OUT YOURE ASS FROM THAT BED” to waking him up

Taking a “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU” in response

At this point, Yukio is taking both of you out of the room so you can arrive early or mid-early to the class

Both of you assist at the same class of exorcist, but since you’re in different desk you’re in charge that this boy doesn’t sleep and pay attention

It’s a caos over there, you’re throwing him paper airplanes or if you have the chance to stand up, you pinch his arm in the way

Bon is always helping you cuz both of you share the same rudeness with Rin

When the class finally finish, both of you like to choose the long way to talk about anything and everything

After all, Rin is a gentleman, and he always, ALWAYS, walks you at home so you can arrive safe

Finally, when you arrive to your home, Rin hugs you in a gesture to say goodbye

IS IN HERE, WHEN YOU REALIZED SOMETHING IS GOING ON

In the moment his arms closed you to his chest, you started to feel an extremly nervousness and shyness

You were so schock that you didn't response to the hug, i mean, it wasn't weird at all, but your feelings catch you by surprised.

"What's going on? You're ears are red" he said.

"Nothing" you replied with a weird laugh.

"Really?"

"Yes, idiot, you can go now !!"

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— Now you're a mix of feelings:

Now, you're attitude was a whole change of 360° grades.

Seriously

the next morning he arrive to your house, you're too thoughtful to understand that Rin was explaining you his theories of Shura's class

"Y/N, did you hear what I said?"

"Huh?"

"You didn't listen anything I was telling you!" he screamed annoyed, passing an arm around your shoulders.

The gesture freeze you completely and Rin notices it.

"Y/N, you're weird since yesterday" he said getting close to your face.

< those red ears, again > he thought.

"I NEED TO GO, I'M GETTING LATE TO THE CLASS" you screamed and start running to the wrong direction.

Rin was so confused that he scratch his head a little worried about your attitude.

Meanwhile he was asking everyone of you're presence, you were hiding in the library, trying to clear up your mind.

"I know this will happen" you said, a little bit angry with yourself.

"Happen what?" Shura asks, behind you.

You scream out of your lungs reaching a lot of -pissed- attention.

"Holyshit, you scared me"

"It´s not my fault you're acting weird, all the class was talking about you"

"Stupid Okumura" you mumble.

"Do you mind if I ask what's going on?" Shura asks confused, taking a book of the shelves to distract the librarian who was watching both of you long time ago.

"I think I start catching feelings for Okumura" you finally said.

Shura was surprised that you we're too honest, but a fine smile trace her lips when she notices that you were a mix of feelings.

"And what's the matter you like Yukio?" she ask, pissing you.

"Yukio?" you ask confused, opening your eyes worried by that supposition.

Shura was going to say finally the name of the other twin, when the librarian kick you out of the place. Leaving a special group boys surprised by the talk, they already heard.

"There's your answer, Okumura" Bon said. "Y/N likes your twin brother"

If Rin was confused at first, now on he was shock by all the information he heard.

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— Nobody knews the talk Shura had with you, but your attitude with Rin was a holy change:

Rin and you can't talk freely as they do

You always are in your thoughts and Rin is the same as you

You think is necessary to confess your feelings but isn't that easy

You don't want to lose his friendship

And you don't want to be humiliate

in the past a bitter experience caused you to no longer like confessing your feelings

So...you didn't admit it, but you were afraid.

You are afraid.

In the other hand, Rin is confused cuz he understand you can like his brother, everyone loves him. He's intelligent, handsome and brave.

But he can't accept that you didn't have the confidence to talk with him of that topic

He thought you we're best friends

Now, you don't joke with him, you don't go all the afternoons for a ice popsicle, you make your own breakfast, you don't visit his room and stay all the afternoon talking about mangas and playing with Kuroo.

He feels out of orbit.

"Rin" you said, taking out if his thoughts.

"Yes?" he asks.

"I don't think is a good idea to continue bringing me home"

He stop walking believing he heard wrong, and a evident "HUH" is in the air.

"What the fuck are you saying, Y/N?" he ask angry.

"Language, Okumura" You said, furrowing your brows.

"Language, my ass!" he scream. "You have been acting strange for weeks except with Yukio and Shura, did I do something wrong to have this attitude of yours?"

"Rin, isn't something we can talk in the middle of the institute" you said, stressed that a lot of people was watching the scene.

"I DON'T MIND IF EVERYONE IS WATCHING, JUST TELL ME"

Now, everyone is paying attention and you're getting angry.

"I'll say it again, I'm not talking about this topic here. If you don't calm your shit down, I'll leave" you challenge him, holding tightly to the strap of your bag.

He gets close to you.

He watch's you directly to your eyes

Oh god, his eyes

For an instant, the butterflies in your stomach were raising, but the anger was stronger. And your eyes were getting crystallizing by the anxiety.

He notices it, and when he was going to say something to mend the situation, he heard those words that freeze him eternally.

"Don't talk to me ever again, Okumura".

"What?"

"Stay away for me" you said, finally. Leaving quickly, feeling your heart in your throat and your breath stuck in your chest.

Rin was going to chase you, but Bon hold him up, leaving him and all the class surprised by your mad attitude.

You used to be happy, calm, rude and angry as a normal person. But the attitude recently you show...was so cold. Nobody expect that of you. No one except Shura that knows your feelings.

A/N: this wasn't supposed to be angst, but hell yeah...

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— THE DRAMA FINALLY END, but you weren't assisting school:

Your mom didn't pressure you

She knew what happen in the past and she understood your attitude.

You were eating a little bit, but you missed the lunches Rin prepared you. You missed his jokes, his laughs, his eyes, him.

You were so annoyed by your own attitude.

You were out of your mind.

All your life you were honest with all kinda people, but when it's about love, you're totally a dumbass.

You're phone was turned off all the week and Rin was getting anxious about you.

Nobody knew what happen with you

All the teachers said you were sick, but Rin didn't believe that. He was going to run out of classes, when Shura stopped him.

"Hey, kiddo. Calm down, where are you going?" she asks, clearly interested in the situation.

"It's not of your business, Shura" he said. "AUCH! WHY DID YOU HIT ME?"

"Are you going to see Y/N, aren't you?"

He nod, feeling his cheeks warm.

"Listen to me, you little dumb kid" Shura started. "The reason Y/N has those attitudes was because of you. I didn't want to say something cuz I appreciate her, but if you want to know. . . ask her directly, not in front of the middle of the school, idiot" she scold him.

"Ok, I admit it. Was my fault, but I was so stressed cuz I heard you both of you talking and I-"

"Nosy" she said, hitting him in the head. "Be a man and go an see if she isn't throwing by the window, she's a little impulsive like some guy I know"

Rin went to Y/N house the faster as he can, that when he finally arrives, he was just blanked. He saw Y/N in the street too thoughtful petting a cat that he didn't notice that a happy smile was tracing in his lips.

He reached you in silence when you stand up, you hit with his chest.

"IDIOT, WHAT ARE YOU-" the words were in the air in the instance your eyes met.

All the mixed feelings you were carrying all those weeks were finally a war all over your body.

"Rin" you finally said. feeling goosebumps just by saying his name.

He didn't response. He didn't know what to do. He got closer to you and before you said something. He hugged you. He hugged you with a gentleness that you feel dizzy just by smelling his cologne.

"I miss you" he finally said, hugging you more stronger.

"I miss you too, idiot" said honestly, corresponding to the hug.

Now on, you were in the park. Both of you in each swing waiting patiently for someone who can break the ice. You breathed harder and watch your jet black hair friend lost in his own thoughts.

“Rin”

“Y/N”

You hit him in the arm in the middle of a joyful laugh after that coincidence that Rin couldn’t help to dedicate you a warm smile tracing in his lips.

“I’m sorry for being so cold to you that day” you said.

“You don’t need to apologize, it was my fault. I put a lot of pressure on you and it wasn’t correct to expose you in front of all the school” he said, resting his face in chain of the swing.

You sigh, nodding with your head. You stop swinging and leaned to him in a chance to express yourself the things that were in your mind for a long time.

And the reason both of you were in this chaotic situation.

“I need you to tell you something, Okumura” you started, feeling your blood rushing harder through your veins.

“Woah, why you need to be so serious?” He asked with a piece of playfulness in his voice.

“Just, listen to me” you supplicated, closing your eyes pretty nervous.

He opened his eyes bigger as usual and placed all his attention on you.

“I think, no, sorry” you inhale nervously.

“If you are trying to broke our friendship is not fun enough, huh” he joked, watching your hand in his arm. You hit him, again.

“RIN OKUMURA, LET ME FINISH”

“Ok, I’m going to say it now” you said. You breathe again and speak as faster as you can. “Im in love with you and I was to shy to say it cuz you’re my best friend and I didn’t want to break our friendship and now on, you’re watching me weird, what’s the matter?” You said the final phrase in a scream, preparing your feet to run for your life.

“What?”

“I’m not going to say it again” you said, covering your face with both hands.

“I thought you liked Yukio” he said shocked, not moving your eyes from you, contemplating how your hair falling in your hands that covered your face.

Rin was going to take your hands when you lift your head just to scream “WHAT?”

“I never liked Yukio, how do you get to that conclusion?” You continue, showing your red ears and cheeks standing up of the swing and begin to walk from one place to another.

Now, he was embarrassed. He mumbled the response to himself and for an instance you need to get closed to his face so you can hear.

He instantly got red by the closeness. You were a mess too but your curiosity was more.

“That time you run like a crazy donkey, I told to the guys that you were acting weird. Izumo proposed that you’ll be in the library. So…all the boys went there and in the exact moment Shura was asking you what happen, we heard that you liked Yukio” he told you, watching how the iris of your eyes make smaller.

“Idiots. I didn’t even say that. Shura proposed that on purpose” you explained, bending down at the height of him.

“Well, that’s a relief…”he mumble, passing a hand over his hair.

You didn’t understand what he was trying to suggest with that reply. But you were standing up when he stopped you taking delicately your hand.

“Don’t go. You didn’t hear my opinion about your feelings”

“I know what you’re going to say and it’s okay, I don’t mind ignoring this and continue being -“

A soft pair of lips were in yours, stopping your speech.

"I was trying to say that I like you too" Rin smiled. He contemplate your reaction for a second. Your cheeks and ears were red as always. Your eyes were sparkling. And your brows were furrowed in a funny gesture showing your tsundere facade.

He was stunned by the way you looked and the way you looked at him.

Like a dumbass he leaned into you, again. Waiting for a kiss. Rin was telling you that with his eyes. But you tried to provoke him just a little.

"What?" you raised a brow crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"I'm waiting my kiss, I gave you one, it's time to give me one in return"

You looked at the sky being a blushing and erratic mess trying to concentrate

"I'm still waiting ~ " he sang, enjoying the view.

"Oh shut up, you idiot" you said finally closing the distance between the two of them, giving him a much more needy but still sweet kiss.

"Thank you, sweetie. I love you" Rin said, hugging you harder.

"I hate you" you said, laughing after the guy of your dreams make you tickles trying to give you a butterfly kiss.

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[ouroboros-hideout]

Election Day in Aonstadt of the Brainrot Republic! Per modern trend, we have just two candidates to pick from: candidate #16 In Dreams vs. #49 Nightfall In case of utter confusion, you can vote for both. Time for action!

It seems that my election documents have been lost in the post. I hope they arrived in time still. I couldn't forgive myself if my vote didn't count. Always blame DHL.

# 16 In Dreams 

Aon pulled her hood lower over her face, her scarf a little tighter, but not too tight around her neck to better shield her from the evening chill as she made her way through the forest, which she could already walk through blind, back to the mine. She had considered just sleeping on the old, worn sofa that was in her small container hideout, but had opted for the slightly more comfortable bed in the mine. She didn't regret it, as the cool air and the peace and quiet in the forest helped her to switch off a little. Today was not her best day. Her little forging projects that she always pursued out here when she had some free time didn't really bring her any joy today, but that's the way it was sometimes. Keeping frustration under control was far from her strength, but she had learned to find things that could at least bring her down a little. And a night-time cigarette was one of those things. 

She snapped her Zippo shut with a quick motion and put it back in her jacket pocket, took a deep drag from the cigarette and trudged on through the snow. 

“You got one for me too?”

She was startled by the sound of the all-too-familiar deep, gritty voice and turned around like a frightened deer. 

And there he stood. He was wearing his old Millitech coat, with the collar turned up but, as usual, not even zipped closed.

His rough features were relaxed and he had a wry but warm smile on his face. 

“Kurt? What the...what are you doing here?” was all she could manage at first. 

“Thought I'd surprise you.” He stretched his arms to his sides in a welcoming gesture and came closer to her. He took a quick glance at the cigarette Aon had dropped in shock and was slowly smoldering in the snow. 

“I am sorry, I almost was at your witch's hut as I saw your tracks leading back. It's a good thing I noticed it in time. If it had kept snowing like that, I would have gotten completely lost here. I really don't get how you navigate here. Everything looks the fucking same.”

She was still looking at him in disbelief, as if he were an apparition. It was out of character.

“But...just like that? Without telling me?”

“Would be a strange surprise if I told you first, wouldn't it?”

He had now approached her and stood just a few centimeters in front of her. Close enough for her to catch the scent of his aftershave and cheap cigarettes. His face became a little more serious when she didn't react.

“What's wrong? I thought you'd be a bit more happy to see me.”

She was petrified. “I...no. I don't know. You shouldn't be here.” Something felt wrong about that. 

“Why not.” His tone became almost angry and he took another step closer, causing her to back away from him without a second thought. She didn't answer. 

His shoulders slumped. A thick cloud formed in front of his face as he exhaled heavily, his warm breath hitting the cold night air. He averted his eyes, the pain the rejection obviously caused him clearly visible. 

“Alright. I get it. I'm sorry, I will go.”

He turned around again without further ado. Went back the way he had come, deep into the forest.

Aon woke from her stupor and hesitantly took a few steps after him. 

“Kurt, wait I didn't mean it that way. You really caught me off guard with that.”

He didn't respond to her and just kept walking.

“Kurt. Wait.” Her steps quickened, her shouting desperate, until finally she was running. But no matter how hard she tried, he seemed to be faster even though he was just walking slowly, his head still hung low.

“Kurt!”

Aon opened her eyes, looking at the far above shadows of the ceiling of the lodge. 

It was quite cold, the generator had probably broken down again. 

She straightened up, wanting to rub her eyes with the palm of her hand as usual, but was immediately startled by the unfamiliar feeling of cold metal that had normally only covered her fingers. She hated the new arms. 

The others around her, who had spread their makeshift beds on the floor, were still fast asleep. It must still be the middle of the night. 

She felt drained. Dizzy. The dream felt too real. 

She gently pushed aside the thick blanket, stood up and carefully stepped over Anna, who was lying next to her, so as not to wake her up. 

The control panel for the generator and all the electricity in the house was next to the entrance. Aon opened the hatch and scanned the device with her optics, trying to find the fault in the system, which should have been an easy exercise. But she couldn't get a clear thought. None of the connections looked wrong in any way, nor right. It was as if she had forgotten how a fuse box even worked. 

She sighed softly, rubbed her eyes again and decided to go outside to get some air. maybe that would clear her mind a little. Bring her down. 

But it didn't. The cold air, the quiet forest that surrounded them, the snow reflecting the moonlight. It didn't feel soothing anymore. Only lonely. 

# 49 Nightfall

Aon was sitting in one of the rooms that used to be used to monitor the processes in the mine. A long room, separated by a few doors, a large front window overlooking the massive processing hall. She had dismantled all the electronic waste from long outdated computers and other technical equipment that she no longer needed for her work and thus made it useful again, making the small separee a retreat where prototypes could be constructed and other more delicate projects were carried out, while in the large hall and at the other workbenches more of the daily, duller work that required less privacy was done. 

She had already spent the whole day working on a modification for a revolver that a customer had requested from one of her contacts in the Moscow black market. A big deal if she could convince them with her gimmicks and the model could be mass-produced. Next to her on the table stood a small music player playing her “Workshop Blues” up and down. A playlist with some of her favorite songs. 

“SISTER!!!” Greg shouted as he slammed his hands flat on the table right next to her and she involuntarily flinched in shock and dropped her soldering iron. 

“FUCK OFF, BOY!” she replied indignantly and looked up at the mischievously grinning man who had sneaked up next to her. “What the hell is your problem Greg...” she sighed, but barely able to hide the smile on her face. 

Gregori, who took this as an invitation, sat down cheekily on the table next to all her tools, shoving some of them aside and continued to stare at her with a stupid grin. “Have you looked out of the window?” 

Aon furrowed her brows, turned around and could only see her reflection in the tarnished glass. 

“What am I supposed to see? It's already pitch black.”

He stuck out his index fingers and pointed at his friend, “EXACTLY!” Suddenly his tone changed into something less euphoric and a bit calmer. “For real Aon. It's late, so you should take a break. The damn gun won't walk away during the night. You can finish it tomorrow.”

She, on the other hand, picked up the soldering iron again and continued where she had left off. “It's going well right now, I don't want to stop.”

He hesitated briefly, watching his long-time friend and mentor work on a tiny circuit board, before deciding to cut the power supply to her soldering iron by pulling the plug. 

“You should stop when you're at your best.”

Aon sighed, now really a little annoyed by her evening visitor, and glared at him fiercely. “And you? Have you done your chores today?” 

He hesitated. Put back his most charming and mischievous smile. 

“Of course I did,” he finally said in the affirmative, interlacing his fingers and stretching his arms forward in the typical 'all done' pose, sighing in satisfaction as if he'd had a long day of hard work behind him. “I was even fast enough to practice the guitar. You should really come down with the others so I can show you.”

“Mhm, a real all-rounder. You can do the quality check and play the guitar on the side. If I get up now and go downstairs, I'll see the guns packed and ready to go, right?”

“Maybe you'll come and see me tomorrow. BUT THEN everything will really be ready.”

“You're lucky I really like you a lot, Greg.”

“I know. I love you too, sis. Thanks for not tearing me apart and making a weapon out of me yet.”

She cracked at the last sentence and let the already cooled off soldering iron fall back onto the table. “Okay, whatever,” she said afterwards, pushed her chair back, stood up and pulled the young man, who often behaved more like a little boy, from the table. “Come on, at least show me if you can finally play the solo from Nothing else matters. It sounded pretty good today.”

“You heard it?”

“Greg, why do you think I like sitting up here in the surveillance room?”

[olath124]

Hello, Spaghettitown! This is not Kurt Hansen! In S-town, I keep your business safe as long as you abide by my rules. First — 40. Pet for SilVio. Second — 44. Cheap for Kvio. Last, but not at all least — 12. Candles for Viaon. Sounds fair to you? I thought so!

40 for SilVio

Pet

Johnny's laughter echoes in Violet's head: 

“So your fuckboy has a pet shark… and now you have one too!” He keeps laughing as Violet watches the two sharks peacefully swimming in the aquarium.

“You haven't heard the worst of it!” She turns to Johnny with a desperate look in her eyes, “He keeps saying that he had put them together, so they'll start a big family with thousands of little sharkies!” she covers her eyes with a hand, “and then he watches me with ‘that’ smile”.

Johnny makes a grimace observing the sharks:

“Ugh, Vio! Please don't make me puke!” He covers his mouth with an overly theatrical gesture.

“You tell me. I'm already nauseated by this whole shark obsession!”

44 for Kvio 

Cheap

“Ok. You wanted me to change for once. Here it is.” Kurt’s smug big smile widens as he takes a turn to show Violet his entire outfit.

She can’t hide it: The slight tightening of her jaw and the line between her eyebrows clearly reveal what she’s thinking.

“The boots are nice…” She tries to salvage the situation.

“They are the usual boots”.

“The shirt pattern… Is interesting”. He pinches the dark brocade shirt, opened on his chest, smiling again:

“Isn’t it? It’s royal”.

“No, Kurt. I’m sorry. It looks cheap. As the buckle. Where did you find that stuff?” She sighs shaking her head.

“A shop”. He frowns, crossing his arms.

“To think that you have such an amazing taste when you chose clothes for me. What happened here?”

He grumbles starting to unbutton the shirt:

“Jago usually shows me some alternatives. I choose between them”.

“Ah. I should have imagine that”.

Poor Jago!!!

12 for Viaon

Candles

Violet is sitting on one of the couches in Aon's cabin. Next to her on the couch, an open box, with the few things she brought with her from Dogtown. Photos of Kurt and her when they were kids, from the last months, a snow globe with a picture of them taken from their last trip here, a half-consumed candle. The one he used to explain to her how different their way of feeling was.

She picks it up mindlessly, leaning it on the fireplace in front of her to lighten it up. She observes carefully the puddle of melted wax forming in the cavity around the flame.

Then drops the hot wax on her scarred palm, where the ballistic implant used to be. 

He reacts quickly, the pain makes her flinch:

“See? I feel so much more than you here too, now”. She whispers, turning to the picture in the snow globe.

“That's enough.” Aon’s voice forces her to turn. She didn't even notice exactly when the woman entered the room, “a few days of mourning it's ok. But you've been in this state for a whole week and the guy isn't even dead”. Violet raises her eyes on her with a lost and terrified gaze.

“Up. Now. You'll change. We'll go outside for a walk. I've had enough of this pity club”.

“I don't want to…” Violet complains with a whiny voice.

“Oh, I don't care! Up! Or I'll physically shake some common sense into you!”

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iron wall.

featuring: Takanobu Aone x f!reader

contains: some angst to fluff to smut, happy ending!!, tattoo artist!Aone, social anxiety!reader, thigh riding, fingering(ish), missionary, NOT an accurate representation of getting a tattoo (call it creative liberties)

word count: 3.7k

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You’re so excited for your first tattoo. So excited you could throw up, in fact. Oh wait, no, you’re terrified.

The tattoo studio does nothing to soothe your nerves. It’s a small space, seeming all the more cramped for artwork covering every inch of wall and shelf space. You try your hardest not to shrink into yourself.

And then your tattoo artist steps out and a year of social aversion therapy dwindles into nothing.

Takanobu Aone is one of the best artists in the country and you’ve been so, so lucky to get a spot with him. You researched hard, not trusting your first tattoo in the hands of anyone less than perfect. When you saw Aone’s portfolio online, you knew he was the one. Beautiful linework and sweeping designs that seemed to mould to the person’s body. You fell in love with his art.

But his portfolio didn’t have any pictures of him. So when he steps out and greets you with a silent nod, you nearly shrivel up on the spot.

Aone is scary. He’s tall, broad, and – unsurprisingly – coated in tattoos. A seemingly permanent frown is etched on his face, his ice blonde hair cut short. But it’s his eyes – it’s like he’s glaring at you.

“Sorry,” you squeak out before internally scolding yourself.

Sorry?? What are you apologising for? No one’s said anything yet!

If Aone’s confused, he doesn’t show it. He only gestures to an intimidating-looking chair, fitted with an overhead lamp.

Your hands shake so you clench them into fists. You can do this, you tell yourself. This was the whole point of your tattoo. On wobbly legs, you make your way over to the chair and sit down.

Aone looks down at you. You look back up at him. When neither of you says anything, he twirls his finger in the air.

“Oh!”

Idiot, you think to yourself. It’s a back tattoo – he needs to see my back.

You turn around, your chest pressed against the back of the chair, as Aone sits behind you. Even without seeing him, his presence is so large that you feel it. You take a shuddering breath as you hear the buzz of the needle and squeeze your eyes shut.

The tattoo hurts, like a relentless, stinging scratch against your skin. But honestly? You thought it would be worse. Still, the nerves haven’t dissipated yet, and nausea swirls in your stomach. Especially when you feel Aone’s hands on your skin, resting against your back as he works.

“You’re doing well.”

Aone’s voice is so sudden and unexpected that you nearly jump. It takes a second for you to register what he’s said but when you do, warmth rushes to your cheeks.

“Th-thanks,” you stammer out.

“Will music help you to relax?”

His voice is deep and smooth. You’re glad you’re facing away from him because you don’t want him to see the blush in your cheeks just from listening to him speak.

You tell him your favourite songs and he sets up a playlist. By the time he starts up the tattoo again, you are feeling more relaxed. It helps that you don’t need to look him in the face, that you don’t need to mould your reactions to what you think is right. Every so often, Aone will let you know how well you’re sitting for him and each time, it makes your body feel like it’s on fire.

By the time he’s finished, you’re nearly dizzy.

Aone must notice because he offers his hand to help you stand. You take it, gratefully, but keep your eyes averted, too embarrassed to look him in the face.

“First tattoos are hard,” he says solemnly and you’re glad he thinks it’s the tattoo that’s had an effect on you and not him.

Aone hands you his card as you pay up. It has a list of tattoo care instructions as well as his phone number and socials.

“Any problems, contact me,” he says.

You finally look up at him. What you had thought had been a glare before now looks completely different. Aone’s eyes are sharp but they’re kind, his face serious but concerned. Under the intensity of his gaze, you find it suddenly hard to breathe.

You want to thank him, to tell him you’ll be happy to contact him if anything comes up. To say anything normal at all.

But an iron wall wraps around your chest. You don’t want to say anything stupid or embarrassing. So you give a short nod and leave without saying anything at all.

*

It’s only a few days before your tattoo starts to itch. You diligently cream it as Aone’s card instructed you but the position of the tattoo means you can’t reach all of it. There’s a patch in the middle that’s neglected and so, so goddamn itchy.

After all the research, effort and money spent, you desperately don’t want your new tattoo to heal badly. But you have no one to ask for help. It’s your own fault, you know. You’ve spent the years since you left home for college isolating yourself from everyone. Too worried about saying the wrong thing or doing something embarrassing. Too concerned over whether people are laughing at you instead of with you.

And now you’re stuck with an itchy tattoo that you can’t fully reach.

Aone’s card sits innocently on your desk, almost taunting you. It takes another two days before you gather up the courage to tap out a message to Aone.

He responds within minutes with instructions to come to the studio.

That’s how you end up back in the chair, your favourite songs playing again, too embarrassed to look behind you at Aone.

“The itch is worse than the pain,” he says, rubbing cool, soothing cream gently over your tattoo.

Despite yourself, you smile. Maybe it’s your favourite music in the background, maybe it’s the fact you don’t need to look at him. Maybe it’s the feel of his gloved fingers being so gentle on your skin. For once, you don’t overthink before you speak.

“The pain wasn’t so bad after a while,” you say quietly. “But the itching goes on forever.”

Aone chuckles. It catches you off guard – you wonder what he looks like when he’s smiling.

You sit in comfortable silence for a while.

“This is so embarrassing…” you mumble to yourself.

“What is?”

You startle, not realising he heard you. Your cheeks burn.

“O-oh… just… y’know, all of this,” you say clumsily.

“All of what?”

“I-” A lump appears in your throat. You realise how stupid you sound. “I can’t reach my tattoo.”

A puff of air escapes Aone’s nose.

“Not embarrassing,” he says. “I fainted during my first tattoo. That is embarrassing.”

The image of Aone – broad, muscled, serious-faced Aone – fainting during a tattoo is so unexpected you snort with laughter.

“You didn’t!”

“I did,” he says gravely. “I was too nervous to eat breakfast so my blood sugar was low.”

Aone withdraws his hands to lean in close. You can feel the warmth radiating off him on the back of your neck and shoulder. When he speaks, his breath tickles your cheek.

“They had to give me a lollipop.”

You burst out laughing, clapping a hand over your mouth. Aone chuckles and stands, snapping his gloves off. You rise with him, still giggling, and get a glimpse of his smile for the first time.

It’s small, just an uptick at the corner of his mouth, but you can’t stop looking.

“Next time you feel embarrassed, remember the lollipop,” Aone says with a firm nod.

You grin, meeting his eyes. Inside you, a small chip skitters down the iron wall.

A crack.

*

Aone tells you to come back every day at the same time for a week, until your tattoo heals. You find yourself looking forward to it and you end up chatting long after he’s finishing creaming your back. You wonder if this is it – you’ve beaten the insecure demon inside your head.

Until one day you don’t.

It’s the last day you’re scheduled to visit Aone’s studio. Maybe that’s the reason why a stab of icy fear lodges itself in your heart every time you try and open the door to leave.

You stand at your front door, key in the lock, but your hand is frozen. Your breathing turns ragged and your vision swims. You can’t turn the key. You can’t leave your home. Your sanctuary. The only safe space you know.

Except Aone’s studio.

Except Aone.

You know you’re going to be late but still, you can’t bring yourself to leave. With shaking hands, you message Aone, apologising and saying you won’t make it. He messages back instantly.

Are you okay?

You don’t know what prompts you to respond honestly. Maybe it’s the exhaustion from fighting the anxiety in your head. Maybe it’s because Aone has always been sincere with you. Maybe it’s because you don’t have to look at him when you respond.

Maybe the iron wall is breaking.

No, you type back.

He asks for your address, saying he’ll come to you. After chewing your thumbnail down to the quick, you give it and throw your phone onto the other side of the bed.

You barely have the energy to drag yourself from your bed when the doorbell rings. You know you should feel embarrassed opening the door in your pyjamas, hair unbrushed and eyes puffy with no sleep. But when Aone steps in, face serious, and pulls out a lollipop, the only thing you feel is relief.

You burst into tears as Aone pulls you into his arms, pressing you against his chest. He’s firm and warm and holds you tight. He doesn’t say anything. He lets you soak the front of his shirt with your tears.

When you’ve cried yourself dry, your sobs dwindling into sniffles, Aone pulls back to peer down at you.

“Food?”

You spend the day with takeout, watching movies together on your laptop in bed. You sneak glances at him every so often, admiring his profile, and have to quickly look away every time he notices. It should be embarrassing… but you know he’s looking at you too. You can feel his intense gaze when you’re watching the movie, can feel him watching you when you get up to go to the bathroom.

When you return, instead of lying side-by-side, you turn your back to him, pulling the laptop in front of you. Aone turns to spoon you, wrapping one large arm around your stomach. You melt into him, immediately relaxed.

It reminds you of being in his chair, faced away from him but knowing he’s there.

“I’m sorry,” you say quietly, your voice nearly drowned out by the movie. “I know I get too nervous and say weird stuff.”

“What weird stuff?” You can’t see him but you can hear the frown in his voice.

“Like…” You swallow past the lump in your throat. “Like when I first met you, I didn’t even say hi. I said sorry, for some weird reason.”

Your mouth goes dry as you recall your first embarrassing memory with Aone. The one that still keeps you up at night as you replay it, thinking about how awkward you looked and how weird he must think you are.

“That wasn’t weird,” Aone says, breaking you out of your thoughts. “People think I’m scary. They don’t sit next to me on the train and they apologise when they meet me.”

You blink at the laptop, twisting slightly so you can look at Aone. He looks back at you.

“They do?”

He nods.

“You’re not weird. You’re normal.”

Aone says it with absolute sincerity. You think on this for a moment before fully turning, facing him. Aone settles his hand on your waist, his sharp eyes locked on yours.

You’re normal.

A rush of relief floods through you and your eyes water, nearly bursting into tears again. Aone notices because he tightens his grip on you, his hand on standby to brush away any tears.

“I’m okay,” you reassure him. “I’m okay.”

And it’s true. It’s the most okay you’ve felt in a long time. A flood of affection clouds your mind and you look up at him to smile.

“Thank you for rescuing me today,” you tell him.

“Always,” Aone says seriously.

It’s only one word but it steals your breath. You feel like you’re falling. You grip onto the front of his shirt, anchoring yourself.

One word and your iron wall crumbles.

You tilt your head up until Aone’s face is only inches from yours. You’re offering yourself up, offering your heart on a platter, open and vulnerable. You close your eyes and wait, blood rushing in your ears.

Aone moves his hand up from your waist to cup your face. His skin is hot against yours and you can feel his heart beating through his chest.

“Always,” he whispers once more before he closes the gap between you.

Aone presses his lips softly against yours. Your hands snake around his torso, feeling the hard muscle of his back. His lips part yours gently, cautiously, wary not to pressure you too much. You let him, meeting his tongue with your own and melting into him.

Aone uses one arm to wrap around your back, pulling your body flush to him as his other hand grips your thigh. He tugs your leg over his, nestling his thick thigh between your legs, and pressing against your mound. You gasp lightly into his mouth.

Aone pulls back, eyes opening.

“Is this okay?” he asks, searching your face for any sign you’re uncomfortable.

“Yeah,” you breathe. “It’s… it feels good.”

You try hard not to grind against his thigh but when he leans down to kiss you again, you find your hips moving on their own. His firm muscle pressed against your clothed pussy makes your clit throb with need. You haven’t felt this turned on by anyone in a long time, your sex drive long since evaporated. But Aone is awakening something inside you, a heat in your stomach unfurling.

You hold onto his shoulder, solid as a rock, and grind against his thigh.

Aone trails his hand down to your hip, his grip gentle but firm.

“Are you sure?” he murmurs against your lips, reluctant to break the kiss.

“Mhmm.” You catch his bottom lip lightly between your teeth. “I’m sure.”

Aone hardens his grip on your hip, guiding you as you rub your clothed pussy against his thigh. The friction is delicious, sending little sparks up through your body and soaking the crotch of your panties and pyjama shorts. You’re forced to break the kiss to bury your face in his chest, whimpering.

He’s bringing you close to the edge, so, so close. But it’s not enough.

“More,” you practically beg him. “I need more. Please.”

Aone grunts and rolls you onto your back, slotting himself between your legs. He’s large enough that you’re spread lewdly beneath him, thighs open. It would normally make you flustered – embarrassed – but it doesn’t.

Because it’s okay. It’s Aone.

He looks at your with stars in his eyes as his hand reaches down, sliding under the waistband of your shorts and panties. Your hips buck as his fingers find your swollen clit, slippery with your arousal. He traces small, featherlight touches around your sensitive bud. Aone knows his own strength and he’s always cautious of being too rough. He watches your face carefully to see your reaction, applying slightly more pressure until your nails sink into his biceps.

“There!” you gasp. “Fuck, right there. I’m so close.”

Aone listens, his cock straining against his jeans. You would normally feel your cheeks burn under the intensity of anyone’s gaze, let alone Aone’s, but you’re too caught up in the pleasure he’s giving you to care. His fingers are relentless, keeping up a steady pace, no faster or slower than exactly what you need.

When your back arches and your mouth falls open, Aone dips his head to swallow your moan, kissing you deeply through your orgasm, his fingers never stopping. It’s only when you pull away, too sensitive to continue, that he withdraws his hand.

But he can’t stop kissing you. Your soft lips and the taste of the lollipop he brought you still on your tongue. Aone knows you’ve opened yourself to him, he knows you’ve summoned every ounce of courage you have. He feels like he has a baby bird in his hands and he’s scared to hold you too tight. To crush the precious thing you’ve given him.

So when you come down from your high, he makes to roll off you, not thinking of himself or his throbbing cock.

You stop him, hands on his biceps and wrapping your legs around his hips.

“I want you,” you whisper, voice hoarse from moaning. “All of you.”

Aone searches your face for any uncertainty. He only sees your eyes alight, holding his gaze firmly. He thinks back to your first arrival in his studio, when he couldn’t even tell what your face really looked like, you kept your eyes so averted. The corner of his mouth upticks with pride.

You reach up to wrap one hand around the nape of his neck, carding your fingers through his short, white-blonde hair as your other hand reaches down to his jeans. He helps you unbutton them, tugging them down along with his boxers and throwing them both off the side of the bed. Aone straightens to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side.

Your eyes widen at the sight of him. Tattoos decorate his thick torso, artwork following the curves and dips of his body. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, not even hiding how absolutely, completely attracted to him you are.

Aone’s expression doesn’t change much but his eyes glint and you know he’s pleased by your reaction. He reaches down, hooking his thumbs under the hem of your pyjama top and tugging it off. He gazes down at you, face soft, his eyes tracing over your body.

You’d normally be fighting the urge to cover yourself but you don’t feel the need to do that with Aone. You want him to look at you.

Aone leans down to pepper soft kisses down your neck, to your breasts. One large hand massages your tit, tweaking the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. It’s like your nipple is directly connected to your clit, making it throb with every touch. Aone sucks your other nipple, mouth hot against your skin as his teeth lightly graze you. It’s electrifying. You can feel yourself getting wetter, a scorching heat between your legs.

You need him inside you.

You tug on the roots of his hair gently, pulling his face back up to yours. Aone kisses you deep and slow, one hand reaching down to line his cock up with your entrance. You can feel the fat mushroom tip nudging between your folds. You pull your knees up, wrapping your legs around his hips to give him better access.

Aone pulls back from the kiss. You chase his lips with your own but he cups your cheek, holding you away.

“I want to see your face,” he says.

 He locks eyes with you and pushes himself inside.

Your mouth falls open and your brows scrunch in the middle as Aone slides his cock into your tight hole. You’re more than wet enough for him but his cock is as thick as the rest of him, stretching you with a burn that’s half pleasure, half pain. You whimper, eyes squeezing shut as Aone shallowly pumps himself inside you, going a little deeper each time. Each stroke of his cock sets your nerves on fire, sparks running through your whole body to the tips of your fingers and toes.

“Holy shit,” you grit out. “You’re – ah! – You’re so b-big.”

“Are you okay?” Aone stops still. “Are you in pain?”

You shake your head, wrapping your legs tighter around him.

“Don’t stop,” you beg him.

He gives a short nod and keeps going, slowly working himself deeper until he’s bottomed out. Aone waits there for a while, letting you adjust to the size of him. You’re desperate for more friction, your pussy clenching him tight.

“You…” He collapses onto his forearms, burying his face in your neck.

His hand tangles in your hair at the back of your head, holding you to him.

“You feel so fucking good,” he breathes. “You’re doing so well.”

Aone’s praise sends a thrill up your spine, so reminiscent of the first time you met. He presses his mouth against the shell of your ear.

“I’m going to move, okay?” His voice is hoarse.

You nod and he starts to pull back, keeping his body pressed against yours. It should feel smothering, his large body covering yours, but instead it feels safe. Secure.

Aone keeps a steady pace, not pulling out all the way before thrusting back into you. Your greedy pussy pulling him back in every time, your plush walls squeezing him, not wanting to let him go. His cock rubs against the sensitive spot inside you, the trimmed hair at the base stroking delicious friction against your clit. The combination is indescribable. It doesn’t take long for your eyes to roll back again, your orgasm building faster than you can register.

Aone can feel it. The way your tight pussy gets even tighter, the whimpers you make from the back of your throat, the way your thighs squeeze his hips. He can’t get enough of it. He wants to last as long as possible so he can stay here forever. Stay with you, like this, forever. But the way you’re gripping him, milking his cock, makes it impossible.

“I’m gonna cum, angel,” he groans. “Cum with me.”

His words are enough to tip you over the edge. Stars burst behind your eyes. You cry out his name as your thighs tremble and your toes curl, creaming on his cock. Aone grunts, half-moaning, as buries his cock inside you, thick ropes of cum coating your walls.

You hold him close, not wanting him to leave even as his cock softens inside you. Aone stays where he is, wanting to prolong this moment as long as he can. He presses gentle kisses against your neck, hugging you close to him.

“You’re perfect,” he mumbles in between kisses. “Thank you.”

You smile and catch his lips with your own.

“Always,” you whisper back.

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W. just cute stuff; gn pronouns

GR. fluff

AN. something cute and short, I'm on an angst block lol

Will bring random gifts for you that they think you'll enjoy. Whether it's something they saw window shopping, a snack you said you liked back from when you were a kid, or a book you mentioned a few months ago. They're like a crow bringing shiny trinkets home, but they do it because they loves the look on your face.

BOKUTO, kuroo, atsumu, HINATA, kunimi, ITADORI, NOBARA, choso, TANJIRO, inosuke, iguro, GYOMEI, shinobu

Helps out with every meal, every day. In the mornings, they'll wake up a few minutes early to get the coffee going and the bread toasted. Before you even think of lunch or dinner, they'll have everything prepped and ready to go for the day. The food will always be something that they know you like to eat or something you wanted to eat that week. If you want to eat out, they'll remember to call ahead for ensure there's a seat (and they'll always make sure that the food is top notch and well spoken of before they confirm the reservation.)

OSAMU, tsukishima, yamaguchi, USHIJIMA, inuoka, KITA, inumaki, TANJIRO, zenitsu, SANEMI, MITSURI, aoi, kanao

Sets their alarm 5-10 minutes early so that they can spend some time with you in the morning before they have to get ready for work. They could stay in bed for hours just snuggled up close, you tucked safely in the crook of their neck and the warm embrace of their arms. When you finally stir awake after their alarm to get up goes off, they can't help but stare at how perfect you are even with bleary eyes and morning breath.

AKAASHI, IWAZIUMI, oikawa, sakusa, ASAHI, kiyoko, DAICHI, lev, aone, GETO, gojo, NANAMI, shoko, YUTA, GIYUU, rengoku, haganezuka, AKAZA

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characters written so far: > Sawamura Daichi > Sugawara Koushi > Hinata Shoyo > Kageyama Tobio > Tsukishima Kei > Ennoshita Chikara > Tsukishima Akiteru > Azumane Asahi > Nishinoya Yuu

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characters written so far: > Kuroo Tetsuro > Kozume Kenma > Inuoka So

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characters written so far: > Bokuto Kotarou > Akaashi Keiji

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characters written so far: > Oikawa Tooru > Iwaizumi Hajime > Hanamaki Takahiro > Matsukawa Issei > Kyotani Kentaro

Inarizaki

characters written so far: > Kita Shinsuke > Miya Osamu > Miya Atsumu > Suna Rintaro > Oomimi Ren

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characters written so far: > Ushijima Wakatoshi > Tendou Satori > Semi Eita

Date Tech

characters written so far: > Futakuchi Kenji > Koganegawa Kanji > Aone Takanobu

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characters written so far: > Hirugami Sachiro > Hoshiumi Korai

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🫧 Meian - Being MSBY’s Single Dad word count: 1k, secret established relationship

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🫧 When He Realizes You Are The One [drabble]

characters: Bokuto, Tendou, Kuroo, Atsumu, Oikawa, Noya, Sugawara, Makki, Daichi, your fave 🫧 IKEA Assembling Chaos [drabble]

characters: Kuroo, Bokuto, Atsumu, Futakuchi, Mattsun, Makki, Noya, Tendou, Oikawa, Ukai, Konoha, Suna, your fave

🍡 The Health Benefits Of Period Sex [drabble]

characters: Tendou, Kuroo, Makki, Mattsun, Futakuchi, Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, Konoha, Noya, Oikawa, your fave

🍡 Chub Rub [drabble]

characters: Tendou, Kuroo, Futakuchi, Konoha, Noya, Sugawara, Atsumu, Osamu, Mattsun, Iwaizumi, Hoshiumi, Suna, Yaku, your fave

🫧 Watching The Great British Bake Off [reaction]

characters: Sugawara, Bokuto, Hinata, Yamaguchi, Aone, Asahi, Tendou, Kita, Kuroo, Ennoshita, Akaashi, Koganegawa, Makki, Hirugami, Kageyama, Aran, Goshiki, Semi, Kenma, Futakuchi, Noya, Konoha, Iwaizumi, Tsukishima, Hoshiumi, Suna, Shirabu, Daichi, Ushijima, Mattsun, Osamu, Atsumu, Hoshiumi, Hinata, Bokuto, Oikawa, Yaku, Sakusa, Inuoka

🫧 Teaching You How To Ride A Bike [drabble]

characters: Daichi, Sugawara, Asahi, Noya, Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Ennoshita, Kita, Aran, Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, Oomimi, your fave

🍡 A Risky Game [drabble]

characters: Bokuto, Atsumu, Osamu, Noya, Kuroo, Futakuchi, Konoha, Sugawara, Mattsun, Makki, Tendou, Semi, Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Post-time skip Hinata, Ukai, Suna, Hoshiumi, Yaku, Hirugami, Daichi, your fave

🫧 Hand Warmers [drabble]

characters: Tendou, Atsumu, Osamu, Suga, Noya, Komori, lowkey Tsukki, Hinata, Ushijima, Kenma, Suna, Hoshiumi, Hirugami, Yaku, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Futakuchi, Bokuto, Kuroo, Kageyama, Mattsun, Makki, Semi, Konoha, your fave

🌱 Never Too Much [drabble]

characters: Tendou, Yaku, Suna, Noya, Kuroo, Atsumu, Oikawa, Bokuto, Mattsun, Komori, your fave

🍡 One More Snooze [drabble]

characters: Osamu, Atsumu, Tendou, Komori, Kuroo, Bokuto, lowkey Kenma, Oikawa, Meian, Suna, Nishinoya, Konoha, Futakuchi, Hirugami, Sugawara, Yaku, Mattsun, Kita, your fave

🫧 Pants vs. Skirts [drabble]

characters: Tendou, Kuroo, Komori, Oikawa, Nishinoya, Konoha, Atsumu, Bokuto, Sugawara, Semi, Yaku, Inuoka, Matsukawa, Suna, Hoshiumi, your fave

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The Loyal Pin - Episode 11

Disclaimer: I'm in a mood! I know after this episode, we only have five episodes left, so I'm upset that we still haven't gotten to the angst, yet I'm pleased to know it won't last long because Anin's servants got her back, and her color-coded brothers are covering up all her mistakes, intentionally and unknowingly.

But Pat and her color are on my shit list!

Why is sis so pressed that her daughter is a lesbian like her?! Pin just doesn't share a lighter color of Pat, but she also shares her love of women. What's so wrong with that?!

Unlike Aon, who can't sort out her color, Pin has been consistent in her color and her love for Anin.

Blue Beauty Anin can't help that everyone wants her, but who can do better than princess? Why isn't Pat proud of Pin?

In a room full of color shenanigans, the girls are consistent, and Anin's older brother, in his loyal blue, has to play the long con just so Pat chills the eff out!

Aon of all people now supports the queer agenda, but Pat, who is basically acting like a queer Republican, is having the wildest reactions to two girls being in love.

I'm going to pray for her because she is doing too much. I need her to take a seat and remember that she would still be with her lady if she didn't die. Death tore them apart! Not society or a nosy meddlesome mother.

Like damn! Quit being a hypocrite.

Let the girls decorate the palace with gold streamers that have little pink and blue dangles on them in peace, Patty!

Then this little twerp shows up in my girl Ueangfah's color, but he ain't in love. He ain't loyal. He ain't real.

And even though he insulted and assaulted Pin, she doesn't want to press charges, so I wished Anin would have punched him since I fully believe as a princess she could have gotten away with it.

But instead we get Pat, who is become redder by the second, demanding Pin, who is wearing a purple skirt and clearly mixing her pink color with her Blue Beauty, accompany her to a "friend's" house. (don't let it be a woman friend, you hypocrite!)

This episode is nothing but trials and tribulations because now my girl has to listen to this man's bullshit knowing full well that he is lying yet she'll have to marry him anyway.

Ueangfajh, convert to Catholicism and become a nun, so you can live your life in peace at a convent. You can make pretty fabrics and hang out with women all day. Catholic convents. That's where the lesbians are. That's where you deserve to be.

Or run away with Aon since she is wearing your color now. I don't like her, but she is showing growth, so I'm willing to give her a chance.

But apparently these two are the only lesbians who are going to be allowed to get a happy color-coded ending, and I'm a little sad that in sixteen episodes, we can't manage to get another gay side couple.

I know babygirl, you deserved to kiss a girl too, but don't worry because this is the third time Idol Factory has denied me a proper secondary lesbian couple in a GL, and I'm salty enough for both of us.

Especially because Pink Person Pin is acting just like her mama, and instead of feeling pity for Ueangfah having to marry a shitty man, she gets upset that Anin didn't beat her while she was down and tell her nobody loves her.

And right on time, Pat enters again getting riled up by the pins in the girls hair. Pin may not be her biological child, but these two are exactly the same. They refuse to support the other lesbians, and they get upset over the most ridiculous mess! Put your eyes back in your head, Patricia!

Honestly, I think the dancer did not get sick but instead saw the color-coded lesbian drama play out the day before and said, "this is above my pay grade."

PICK A COLOR, LIAR!

Pin, quit acting like your mother! Anin only has eyes for you! She gave you a ring. She built a house so y'all could exchange colors in it. Support the other lesbians and quit thinking everyone is competition!

Sure, yeah, give Anin a ring to show your possession, so Kuea can also sniff that out and snitch on y'all because Anin's brother doesn't haven enough on his plate trying to cover up all y'alls other hijinks and tomfoolery.

Nevermind! Petty Patty already figured it out and is giving the stink eye instead of REMEMBERING SHE LOVED A WOMAN TOO!

And next week, she's only going to get worse.

But how bad could she really be with only five episodes left to go?

This bitch.

[teamatsumu]

haikyuu masterlist

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OIKAWA TOORU:

⦿ GOOD ENOUGH ➡ soulmate AU, angst, self-deprecation

MIYA ATSUMU:

⦿ PRAISE ➡ fluff, swearing, suggestive content

⦿ ONE DAY ➡ post-break up, nsfw, slight angst

⦿ WRONG TWIN? ➡ fluff, friends to lovers, slight angst

⦿ NECK KISSES ➡ short drabble, smut

MIYA OSAMU:

⦿ WAS I MEANT TO LOVE YOU? ➡ soulmate au, angst, multipart series

SUNA RINTAROU:

⦿ KEPT ME WAITING ➡ a/b/o dynamics, smut, slight angst

KUROO TETSUROU:

⦿ PROOF ➡ chubby!reader, smut, office sex

SAKUSA KIYOOMI:

⦿ HIS FORM OF LOVE ➡ smut, established relationship, pwp

⦿ COMPRESSION ➡ fluff, humor, manager!reader

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI:

⦿ CRUSH ➡ fluff, set in high school

⦿ APEX ➡ a/b/o dynamics, sfw, fluff

SUGAWARA KOUSHI:

⦿ JEALOUS ➡ fluff, possessive!suga

IWAIZUMI HAJIME:

⦿ WORSHIP ➡ smut, iwaizumi loves reader’s ass

AONE TAKANOBU:

⦿ GENTLE ➡ fluff, high school setting

MULTIPLE X READER:

⦿ ALL EYES ON YOU ➡ (seijoh 4 x reader) smut, voyeurism

HEADCANONS:

⦿ TYPES OF BOYFRIENDS ➡ fluff, smut, nsfw, swearing

⦿ DRUNKEN KISSES ➡ fluff, mentions of alcohol

⦿ WHAT THEY ARE LIKE ON FLIGHTS ➡ fluff

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pls can u tell me everything about fhq and esp fhq iwaoi i don’t really know what it is but every time i see you repost one of those beautiful heart wrenching artworks i want to die in the best way

YES GLADLY I WILL TELL YOU EVERYTHING I CAN !!! under the cut because you're getting everything.

ok so some of the history lesson portion of this may be a little off, it's been a hot minute since i've done much research into this lol. but final haikyuu quest first appeared as a spread in one of the bonus pages in the manga! throughout the manga's run were occasionally drawings of the characters in little fake movie posters, one of them being an action/fantasy movie called final haikyuu quest:

this first poster and the original character designers are drawn by furudate! from there, it went on to become a mini bonus game in the haikyuu 3DS game, which is kind of crazy if you think about it too hard.

there's a playthrough uploaded on youtube here, but it's obv in japanese and i don't think there's been a translation of the game. there's a translation of part of it here on tumblr, but i don't think it's complete. poster from the 3DS game:

from there, it went on to be a CD drama (videos 8-10 on this youtube playlist, with subs), which is super neat. it's also one of the haikyuu light novels, but i have yet to find a full english translation of that.

i haven't read the novel or watched the videos with the CD drama audio myself, so i'm not sure how much it differs from the 3DS game. i assume they're pretty similar though.

so the premise at its most simple is that hinata and his party of adventurers are off to defeat the demon king oikawa and his henchmen! those are the basics.

the "canon" characters in hinata's party are hinata, kenma, aone, iwaizumi, and kageyama. on the opposing side we've got oikawa (the demon king), kuroo, and kiyoko. kiyoko has servants in the form of tanaka and nishionoya (they don't care for oikawa, they're just there for kiyoko). there's also michimiya, who is in the "fair princess kidnapped by oikawa" role that hinata & co. are trying to save. the full character profiles can be found here (everyone in game) and here (heroes only)!

now this whole premise is like. a little silly. the whole deal is a little silly. this is a volleyball manga.

with THAT being said, though, sometimes the most fun to be had is when you take the silly thing and make it devastating. and it's so easy to do that with FHQ. so let's talk abt iwaoi now <3

so in the story, oikawa is the demon king. because the premise is so simplistic and boiled down to good v. bad due to, like, this not being a real piece of media, oikawa is objectively on the "bad side." iwaizumi, on the other hand, is a knight, presumably human, and "oikawa's (former) friend."

iwaizumi being oikawa's former friend is literally his speciality and i think about that all the time btw. for context, kageyama's specialty is "prodigy" and hinata's is "strongest decoy." and fucking iwaizumi is out here like yea hey guys i used to be on the bad side but im mad at oikawa so now i'm with y'all. also my specialty in this fantasy universe is that i used to be oikawa's friend :)

like. what the hell. as you may imagine, the iwaoi angst potential here is ENORMOUS. iwaizumi who has betrayed oikawa and joined the heroes' side to take him down, iwaizumi whose greatest strength comes in knowing oikawa in and out, because the villains you love are both the hardest and the easiest to destroy. iwaizumi who loves oikawa, and who cannot save him.

(**side note, there's a lot of kuroken angst potential involved in this au as well, but let's focus on iwaoi for this post and save kuroken for another day)

so, as i said, the game's interpretation of all this is pretty simplistic and pretty silly. but personally i love thinking too hard and finding depth in things that are so not that deep. and it seems like most fhq fans also employ this as a favorite hobby because holy shit the angst people put in this au is INSANE.

the way i've interpreted it myself has been that iwaoi were besties/lovers/unclear situationship until oikawa kind of "fell into the dark side," because this is an au of every fantasy trope possible, and his reign over aoba became corrupted and "evil." iwaizumi betrays him to join hinata and take him down--save the world, at the cost of the demon he loved so much. but that demon, who oikawa was, is gone already, isn't he?

one of my favorite comics about them is here by @/ichigomaniac, where oikawa falls to the dark side and iwaizumi kills him to save the kingdom he loves. another FAVORITE similar one is here by @/hawberries! the premise of a lot of fics/art in this au run along these lines <3333

another super fun interpretation is a 5 part comic by @/duskisnigh, where oikawa and iwaizumi are running a kind of underground rebellion/safehouse in a world demons are oppressed by the human race. but as oikawa sees more and more evil on the behalf of humanity, he gets more and more unhinged until iwaizumi feels that he no longer knows him--and runs away with kageyama, with the intention of taking oikawa down.

personally i think the BEST aus are where iwaizumi--so loyal, so in love--is forced to leave because he can't stand to watch oikawa fall to more darkness, while oikawa himself is so devoted to iwaizumi that it's his love for iwaizumi that is corrupting him.....

in the fic i wrote, it's a story about forbidden love and how oikawa just wants to be allowed to love iwaizumi and he'll fight a war in order to do it. but iwaizumi can't watch oikawa fight this war anymore, because he's getting more and more dark as the war rages on. so he leaves, and was any of this ever worth it?

ggaahadhgjkadg . fhq. its crazy. i have a tag for it here, where i have been curating my favorite art. special shoutout to @/amezure who has some GORGEOUS pieces in their tag. OH ! and some of my fave fics in this au :

in the arms of loyalty and the hands of devotion (iwaoi, 23252 words), self promo lol

i can go anywhere i want (just not home) (kuroken, 3662 words) by keplcrs

wondering if your heart's still open (iwaoi, 683 words), by birdintheriver

Diorama (iwaizumi & kenma, 2027 words) by PlumTea

the ao3 tag is beautiful everywhere you turn, but i have a special love for those fics <3

so yeah that's the general deal! if you ever want to talk more about it, i am HAPPY to discuss !!! pls pls plsplsplsplsplssplsplslpslslslss!!!!!!

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6-18-20 for Knife Queen! Please and thank you!!!! :*

Thank you for the asks! :* Here comes the suffering!

6. How far would they go to save someone they love? Would they sacrifice themselves? Others?

Sacrifice herself? Yes, 100%. She is very focused on “everyone else first” (therefore especially her loved ones) that she would go through fire without hesitation. Whether she would sacrifice others depends on the situation and the people involved and could lead to moral dilemmas. For example, would she sacrifice Anna or Greg for Kurt? Or the other way around? Probably back to sacrificing herself in that case. Any people she doesn't care about? Yes. Protective Lynx mom.

18. If they could go back in time for 5/10/15 minutes and change something, what would it be?

I think the only thing she regretted so much for a while that she wished she could turn back time was that she ran away when she had the chance to finish off her stepfather. But that realization came later so even 15 minutes wouldn't have had an impact and she doesn't know if it would have been good or if it would have made things even worse. She tries to accept all other decisions that didn't lead to the result she had hoped for, or that burdened her with regret or other negative feelings afterwards. She is a too realistic/pragmatic person for that and often too hard on herself. It happened, learn to live with it and try to make the best of it. Works more or less well in some cases.

20. Are they codependent? Do they have abandonment issues?

After her first relationship, from which she had really hoped for a lot (stupid teenagers in love), went to shit within the blink of an eye and everything that happened that left her with nothing, she pretty much isolated herself for many years and tried not to make herself dependent on anyone again, at least not willingly or in the sense of a relationship. So yes, abandonment issues are strong in the sense of: if I don't get attached to anything, I can't be abandoned. That's why everything in the time between her escape from Moscow and until the feels for Kurt became too strong everything was superficial. How much she depends on Colonel Bark Bark in the end, or how much it means to her, can be seen from the fact that she is willing to forgive him for all his ��faux pas” no matter how much it has hurt her.

(I swear she has fun and good times too in her life. Don´t call the welfare department to take her away from me lmao)

[bengiyo]

Last Twilight Ep 7 Stray Thoughts

Last week, August tried to make up with Day after standing him up on their date. Aon also showed up that day and mentioned that he is participating in a race with his new girlfriend. Day and August started practicing together, making Mhok a bit jealous. August organized a surprise party for Day with the rest of the badminton folks and kissed Day. Unfortunately, August only sees Day as a friend and walked off. Mhok confronted August and then took Day to a rooftop where he then kissed Day as well.

Oh hell yeah! I am so glad we’re not skipping over the kiss aftermath. Mhok is his caregiver, so this is going to immediately change things.

I love Porjai. Got her all worked up just to tell her what she already knew. These two are my favorite exes of the year.

“I didn’t say it.” Well he’s technically not lying.

This show is excellent. August is leaving, so we’ll deal with his mess and then eject him in the first part!

Despite being mad at August last episode, I’m really glad these two get closure. Friend break ups are worse than romantic ones.

They used “delulu” as a translation! Who is on the sub team for this show?? I want to send them flowers!

“That’s so fast.” I love Gee.

“About last night…” Don’t get me started, y’all.

Alright. That rejection in the car hurt my feelings.

Ope. I’m back. Day told on himself and Mhok is back in the game.

Mhok fixed the headband. I love you and your unsubtle metaphors, Aof.

Okay, I love Mhok blaming the shoes August picked for them not being able to sync.

I’m glad Sea is actually an athlete, so he doesn’t have to fake a cramp.

Night definitely notices how comfortable these two have gotten with each other.

This bed scene was probably super easy for them. Sea is always falling asleep easily on set.

OMG they’re stayin gat Mhok’s place before the event.

Porjai said, “Really, in front of my sardine salad?”

Namtam is actually so good. I like the way she uses her eyes.

Mhok planted jasmine at his house!!

She’s naming the baby Mee because Mhok has been practicing reading the book! I’m going to explode.

This show is doing a great job of making me miss Rung.

We have hit on a rare trope I love: Two people who are working out their feelings for each other are sharing a bed and hearing others go at it through the walls.

I’m glad we’re seeing more of Night. Mark is so good at communicating without saying much.

Oh, Day, don’t read too much into that conversation. Mhok’s friend is just looking out for him.

Shoot your shot, Porjai!

I am with Mhok. That’s enough games. Let’s make it clear.

Aof, please continue to be unsubtle. I love you.

Porjai and Night begins! Look at me rooting for hets in BL again.

I’m gonna lose it. Mhok is acting out Aon’s proposal for Day.

I see we were having too much fun. Let’s crank up the angst.

Look at them trying to assuage us with this PPL.

Beach trip next week! This was a lovely episode. It’s so smooth.

[foxnikki]

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➤ What I write!

fluff, angst, comfort. Character x reader, character x character, poly. M!Reader, GN!Reader, F!Reader. Drabble, headcanons, alphabet, fanfic.

Currently writing for Jujutsu Kaisen and One Piece!

➤ Who I write for!

Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki, Maki Zenin, Toge Inumaki, Yuta Okkotsu, Kinji Hakari, Kirara Hoshi, Noritoshi Kamo, Aoi Todo, Toji Fushiguro, Shiu Kong, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Ieiri Shoko, Kento Nanami, Takuma Ino, Choso, Naoya Zenin, Hiromi Higuruma, Fumihiko Takaba, Charles Bernards, Junpei Yushino, Ryomen Sukuna, Uraume, Mahito [platonically] -JJK Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Genya Shinazugawa, Hotaru Haganezuka, Yoriichi Tsugikuni, Gyutaro, Daki, Kaigaku, Akaza, Douma, Kokushibo, Kyogai, Muzan Kibutsuji, Kyojuro Rengoku, Gyomei Himejima, Muichiro Tokito, Giyu Tomioka, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Shinobu Kocho, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, Tengen Uzui [with his wives] - KNY Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Hanta Sero, Ibara Shiozaki, Neito Monoma, Tamaki Amajiki, Yo Shindo, Inasa Ioarashi, Keigo Takami, Shota Aizawa, Touya Todoroki, Himiko Toga, Atsuhiro Sako, Kai Chisaki. - BNHA Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Kei Tsukishima, Ryunosuke Tanaka, Yu Nishinoya, Koushi Sugawara, Daichi Sawamura, Asahi Azumane, Toru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kentaro Kyotani, Tetsuro Kuroo, Kozume Kenma, Morisuke Yaku, Lev Haiba, Taketora Yamamoto, Takanobu Aone, Kanji Koganegawa, Kotaro Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Akinori Konoha, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Eita Semi, Satori Tendo, Tsutomu Goshiki, Yuji Terushima, Suguru Daisho, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Motoya Komori, Shinsuke Kita, Osamu Miya, Atsumu Miya, Rintaro Suna, Korai Hoshiumi. - Hq Monkey D. Luffy [platonically], Koby, Shanks, Roronoa Zoro, Sanji, Nami, Usopp, Buggy, Mihawk, Smoker, Portgas D. Ace, Sir Crocodile, Gild Tesoro, Eustass Kid, Killer, Trafalgar D. Water Law, Charlotte Katakuri, King, Donquixote Rosinante, Izo, Perona - OP [To be updated!]

Any other character not written in this list will not be accepted!

➤ What I DON'T write!

P*do, inc*st, zooph*lia, r*pe. Anything with v*mit, sc*t, p*ss. Smut.

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racists, pedophiles, homophobes, sexists, proshippers.

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