#ness' 1k followers event <3

[causenessus]

YAY CONGRATS ON 1k!! you totally deserve it and your work is phenomenal and i can’t wait to see what else you make <3

for the event.. could i get a fluff 📚 fic w/ kuroo where the reader helps him find a book as a library aid??

see you again. | kuroo t.

kuroo x f!reader

written in 3rd pov

one word prompt from 1k followers event: 📚 -> library

"my heart's on mars, kinda hard to see, but you know i'll see you again <3" from when will i see you again by shakka (DOES NOT fit the vibes at all i mean kind of in my delusional brain but i just like the song and it fits the title <3)

word count: 1.9k words

notes: lots of fluff!! kuroo being down bad for the reader upon first meeting her, reader also being down bad. kuroo being a nerd bc man could be sexy or flirt to save his life <3 bokuto being the real star of this entire follower event apparently who knows how many more fics he's gonna make it into. also this was really fun to write bc little lore drop but one year in high school i once got kicked out of a class (very convoluted thing, they thought the class was triggering me which was lowkey a fair statement) so i got to be a library aide instead <333 i'm going to say this is not edited bc i don't want to deal with my mistakes or take responsibility for them. THANK U FOR THIS REQUEST WYR!! I LOVE YOU SM <3 I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS FIC

although she enjoyed the solace of re-shelving books on her own, she enjoyed helping others just as much. it was like getting snippets of people’s lives through the books they were in search of. sometimes students came in looking for books for classes, which allowed her to meddle a little into just how many majors her school really offered, and how niche they could be. others came in looking for books to pass the time and she was always happy to recommend one of her favorites if they were open to suggestions.

while some of the other aides were there because they saw the job as an easy, quick way to make some extra money, she took pleasure in her job. when lost students came up to the counter asking for help locating a book, most of the aides felt that they had done their job well when they gave the student some kind of cryptic number and last name to scour the shelves for in return. however, numbers revealed nothing of where a single book could be in a large room piled with books that lined and stuffed every shelf and corner they could fit into.

she often took it upon herself to go on a search with the students who came to her for help. she’d consult the system for where a book was located and then lead the student to where the book was located rather than just sending them on their way. sometimes it took a few minutes to find what they were looking for, but they always found it in the end.

asking someone to wander around a university’s library and expecting them to know where a book labeled “796.31 dearing” was located was the equivalent to asking them to find a needle in a haystack. she didn’t expect anyone to know where a book was right off the bat; that was her job, and she was happy to help.

kuroo always dreaded going to the library. he dreaded everything about it. he loathed having to be quiet, aware of every noise he made, every rustle of his pant legs brushing against each other, and he hated trying to find the single book he was looking for amongst thousands of others. sometimes he felt like he'd be better off pirating a pdf version of a book off the internet, but it never appealed to him as much as a physical book.

over lunch with bokuto one day, he had rubbed a hand down his face and groaned at the thought of even stepping foot into the library, “i have to get a book for one of my social science classes, but do you know how hard they make it to find any kind of science book?”

“you should ask for y/n!” bokuto responded with a mouth full of food, “she’s really nice, she actually walked with me to help find the book i was looking for.”

“you went to the library to get a book? i would’ve expected you to just sparknote it,” kuroo teased with a sleazy grin.

his friend huffed, crossing his arms, “you should have more faith in me! i did read the book, but... it was because my professor had already caught me using sparknotes and said she’d fail me if she caught me using it again...” he trailed off and kuroo laughed.

“i think you just proved your own point wrong, buddy,” he rested his hand in his palm, looking down at the table they were sitting at. “you said her name’s y/n? what’s she look like?”

“mm, i don’t remember,” bokuto said, after a thoughtful pause, “she’s probably wearing a nametag, though. or just ask for y/n! someone will direct you to her.”

“that’s weird, man. what am i supposed to tell her when she questions why i specifically asked for her?” he responded with a sigh.

“just tell her i sent you! she knows me pretty well now, she won’t mind,” the dual hair colored boy shrugged before shoving more food into his mouth, “it’s that or search on your own for your book, but i’d say just find y/n, she can help.”

bokuto had a way of making everything seem like it would turn out fine, but all that confidence left him the moment he walked through the library doors. all he knew was he was on the lookout for a girl; nothing about what she looked like, just her name.

he could pretend to be cool and suave from afar, but when it came to actual interactions, he was never the best at maintaining his composure. he always talked too fast, or would regrettably talk more than was acceptable by his standards.

he settled for trying to find the book himself first. it was some kind of book about behavior, by a last name he thought sounded slightly like a serial killer. if he couldn’t even remember the author’s name, he was helpless. was it even worth trying to find someone to help him? or would he just make a fool of himself trying to describe the book he was looking for?

but he needed to find this book tonight, he knew that. he’d already put off reading it for long enough, and his deadline was coming up. knowing his grade was at risk, he defeatedly dragged his feet to the foot counter. it was impossible for him to casually stand there, looking at people’s name tags, and a girl at a computer was already looking at him, waiting patiently for him to tell her what he needed.

“uh–” he started off, trying to keep his voice low, “is y/n working tonight?”

the girl’s eyebrows knitted together, and he was distracted by the way her lips pursed before he tried to focus on her eyes instead, “that’s me. did you need something?”

perhaps it was luckier that he had found her on his first try rather than walking around like an idiot looking for a mysterious girl, but he couldn’t help worrying about how this interaction was already off to a bad start. he couldn’t believe bokuto could ever forget a face like hers when he was sure it’d be stuck in his head for weeks. “yeah, i’m looking for a book…?” he cringed at his own words. what else would he be here for? she only raised her brows, waiting for him to continue. “it’s um, a book on behaviorism i think. i’m majoring in sports management and i need this book for a social sciences class but i don’t remember what it’s called.”

his honesty made the corner of her lips lift, and he found himself staring again. she had to be wearing lipstick; there was no way her lips could be that red. “behaviorism? and you don’t remember what the book is called? what about the author?”

he shook his head. did he tell her his analogy? he’d already made a stupid first impression, “i don’t remember what his name was, but it sort of sounded like…”

“like a serial killer?” she finished, eyes flicking up to his own.

his own brows raised in surprise, “yeah, how did you know?”

she laughed softly at his remark, “i took a psychology class. it’s how i remembered his name too. i called him beef skinner, but his name’s b.f. skinner.” he found his own lips turning up, and they shared a smile before she cleared her throat, turning back to her screen. he watched her fingers fly across the keyboard under her hands before she turned her monitor screen around so he could see it. “does this cover look familiar? maybe by the title?”

it was a simple cover, dark blue with a tri-colored atom at the bottom. the title was written in bold capital letters: Science and Human Behavior. it clicked with him as he read the title and he could only nod, dumbfounded as she returned the screen back to its normal position.

“that’s exactly it. you’re like a genius, i can’t believe you found it based on three basic words,” he complimented, watching as she stood up, dusting off her pencil skirt. 

he felt a puff of pride in his chest, seeing the way she smiled at his words. “it’s my job,” she laughed again, “i think i had someone else come in looking for it a few days ago. too. call it good timing. your book should be somewhere in the 300s, i’ll lead you there.”

she waved a hand, motioning for him to follow as she came around the side of the counter and he was quick to follow. they walked along the aisles, her head tilting up ever so often to look up at the number plates adorning each shelf. “if you don’t mind me asking, how did you know my name?” she asked, turning back to him.

he fell into step walking alongside her as he hummed in thought, “i had a friend that mentioned you. i always get lost coming here and i was telling him about it and he said i should try to find you because you’re really nice.”

“aw,” she commented with a small smile as they turned down an aisle, “that was sweet of him to say. i’m glad i could help.”

their conversation went silent as they continued walking, and he found himself tugging at the collar of his sweater nervously. “he was right,” he mumbled.

“what was that?” she looked at him again, and he inhaled sharply again, looking into her eyes.

“nothing. i mean—i was just saying my friend was right. you’re very nice,” he spoke quickly, averting his eyes towards the floor. this was what he’d meant when he said he always talked too much; he really needed to learn to keep his thoughts in.

but when she laughed at his compliment, he thought maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to make a fool of himself if he could hear her voice again. “thank you, i’m glad to hear that. what was your name, again?” she asked, a blush dusting her cheeks. she couldn’t believe she was letting a boy’s words affect her in such a way when she didn’t even know his name.

he was thinking the same thing; how had telling her his name completely slipped his mind? “kuroo,” he said, stopping when she stopped, crouching to run her fingers along the spines of a row of books close to the ground. “my name’s kuroo tetsuro.”

“well, kuroo,” she said, standing back up and looking at him with that smile of hers. paired with the sound of his name on her tongue, he felt like he was going to pass out. “it was nice to meet you. and here’s your book. maybe i’ll see you again?”

“definitely,” he said too quickly, but it was worth it to watch her nose scrunch as she laughed, “i’ll definitely come back, it what meant. um, not just to see you. well— actually— it’d be kind of nice if maybe we saw each other again. maybe over dinner? could i get your number?”

“yes,” she answered, and when she bit her lip, trying to stop the way her smile had grew, he felt like he was standing in front of angel, “to all of that. meet me back at the counter?”

"okay," he breathed, watching her walk off, her hands grabbing fists full of her skirt. maybe the library wasn't as bad as he thought, after all.

[kikohao]

ᅠᅠᅠᅠヽ｀ . 100 WITH KIKOHAO ( •͈ ꒡ •͈ )

i am extremely happy to note that i've reached 100 follows on here! its an incredible milestone for me to reach so many followers in just less than a month after restarting my dead account <3

i am genuinely really happy that i've decided to write again, and, especially for my ults, seventeen. i may start writing for other groups but seventeen will always, and forever, be my top priority in both writing, and just in general <3

so, now, after all the sentimental-ness, i'll be having 2 mini events :)

event 1; closed!!

send an ask mentioning an intro about yourself (it can be very short, or very detailed!) where you can mention your interests/hobbies and anything else that comes to mind!

after, i'll be shipping you with a member from the group (i'll include why i ship you with them, how they'll be, etc etc)

you can send the asks on/off anon :)

event 2; closed!!

send an ask with a member of choice and any quote of choice (no smut) and i'll write a fic/drabble having about 200-1k words depending on the quote and inspiration. [some quote references if you want 🐬 🎀 💐 🐸 💌 💥 🌱 🧸 these are just examples, feel free to send me your own <3 ]

feel free to add some thoughts/ideas/pictures/songs along with it :)

if you would like to spread the word about this event, feel free to reblog <3

i haven't yet thought about how long this event will be but let's see how it'll go !! :D

taglist; @nonononranghaee @abodyhasbeenfound @staranghae send an ask to be added to my taglist!

[lostmyremembrall]

greetings! may i join your 1K event?? and congratulations for your achievements of 1K supporters, not followers but supporters because yess we are indeed your supporters who love your works 🥳

The Diadem ( 👑 ) & Tom's Era

a she/her, my mbti is esfp, and my temperament is sanguine. in the house of hufflepuff i belong 💛 im an easy-going person and is easily entertained— i tend to laugh at mostly anything (unless they're harmful) . although im an extrovert, i do value my time alone too, perhaps not as much as introverts. usually if i were to be alone i'd think of my self-development, if not then i'd just sleep lol. im a heavy sleeper and also a big eater 😋 i dont know if that's informative but yeah .

i have quite a big circle of friends, in school, I'm mostly friends with everyone who's unproblematic but even if they're not my friends (like acquaintances) , i have absolutely greeted them and had small talk at least once. even so, i have like two to three friends whom i'd trust my whole life with. im close with the teachers too but i wouldn't say im a teachers pet, just like to have conversations and bond with them.

dark humour? 🤩 i love them! dark places? im not quite fond of it, so lumos maxima! my hobby is cooking, it's very beneficial for me and my stomach. i also don't know if this is informative, but i love to play in muds. yk those muds after rains. i hate insects and bugs. i love both cats and dogs but i prefer felines. im a pretty active person, i dont want to waste my "you-only-live-once" life being cooped up so i eat up those indoor and outdoor activities. in quidditch i'd play as a chaser and fav subject would be care of magical creatures

i think thats it, thank you in advance and dont rush this one <3 i understand you must have lots to do and matters to be taken care of outside of tumblr, so i'll patiently wait dont you worry 🫡🖤

👑𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫����

ohh and also from the same anon who's esfp and in hufflepuff, a missing thing i forgot to include — although im an active person who loves activities, im not competitive and sometimes is scared of competitive people 🥹 yes i'll try my hardest to win but what matters is im having fun 👍🏻

Era changed to the Golden Trio era at request

A/N: I looooove when the request for personalised HC is long! Not just because it gives me more things to write about, but also because I genuinely love getting to know you all as a person! It's lovely, imagining how we'd all belong at Hogwarts because Hogwarts is our home to all of us❤️ Also I am soo happy that you mentioned quidditch because now I get to talk about the kind of an amazing quidditch player you'd be!

𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝐽𝑜𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 1𝐾 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡! Now closed

𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼

You're definitely a strong contender against Cedric Diggory for popularity ranking lol

To everyone, you glow and shine and steal the spotlight and they adore you for it.

You're known for your friendliness and ability to make others feel comfortable.

You're definitely the cool upper-class student who's cool with the professors (cracking inside jokes), but you don't suck up to them.

Tom appreciates that you treat him with respect and friendliness just like others.

He was particularly shocked to find that you enjoyed dark humour, contrary to the Hufflepuff-ness you give off.

Your interactions with him mostly revolve around going on prefect patrols.

Banters. Dark jokes.

Being teased by Tom about being afraid of the dark.

"What? Afraid of the dark?" Tom raises a brow with a smirk, and extinguishes their wands' light.

The house elves let you use the kitchen to your content.

They love having you around. Things get a bit hectic during the dinner rush, but otherwise, you often find yourself enjoying a cup of tea with house elves.

Your housemates tease you for being able to sleep through anything.

In your first year, someone's plant caught fire at night. You were that one student who managed to sleep amidst the chaos of panic and the alarm.

You are often hungry, known to randomly say in the middle of a class, conversation, etc. "I'm hungry," "Has anyone got any food?" "How long until lunch?"

People who spend time with you find this trait of yours endearing. They usually come prepared with an apple or two.

Tom, especially found that the patrol with you works most smoothly when he brings a snack for you.

When you open your mouth to voice that you're getting hungry, Tom typically takes out a snack from his robe pocket and offers it to you for the road.

You have a loyal pet cat, as equally active as you. When they're up for it, they follow after you in school for whatever activity you're up to.

𝒬𝓊𝒾𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽

You're a Chaser on Hufflepuff's quidditch team with Cedric Diggory.

Since you're so popular and loved by everyone, the entire pitch cheers for you when you make an entrance or score a point.

Even some other house students quietly root for you!

To many younger students, you are this approachable upper-class student who looks smashing on a broom. And you're an object of admiration. People want to be like you or be friends with you, or both.

Since you're not as competitive, you do find it difficult to communicate with some of the more intense quidditch players.

To you, quidditch is all about having fun first before winning, and you absolutely cannot tolerate foul play.

𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓜𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬

You have a very strong constitution. You are very healthy mentally and physically, which means that you are a tough opponent to beat in Quidditch and duelling. It takes you a good number of hexes to take you down.

It also means that your magic is very stable. Rarely do you experience any mishaps from your magic going out of control.

You are one powerful/reliable witch.

𝓐𝓬𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓬𝓼

You were chosen as a prefect for your good grades, lack of trouble you've caused, and popularity.

The professors suspect that with how much lower-class students admire you, you'd be a good influence.

Your favourite and your best class is Care of Magical Creatures.

Professor Kettleburn adores your enthusiasm in his class.

But, unfortunately, it also means that you often end up having to clean up the mess that is caused by Professor Kettleburn's oversight.

When Professor Kettleburn's engorged ashwinder went out of control and caused a fire during the play, you were one of the few students courageous enough to stay behind and attempt to tame it.

You've made quite a few magical creature friends.

In particular, you always pay a visit to a dugbog after a rain to play with him in the mud.

For the love and care you have for the magical creatures, you are amusingly intolerant of any bugs or insects.

[shig-a-shig-ah]

Well, the voting results for my 1K follower event are in! As you can see, it was technically a tie with 11 votes for Virgin!Spinner x experienced reader and 11 votes for Overhaul + breeding kink. (You can find the full list of prompts here.)

Since the theme of the event was underrated villains, I’ve decided to let underrated-ness be the tie-breaking factor and I’m going to write the Spinner fic! It’ll probably take a while, but I’ll be working on drabbles for the other prompts in the meantime—I’m hoping to post 2-3 of them a week, in no particular order. If you requested a prompt off anon, I’ll tag you when it gets posted.

Thanks everyone who participated, and again, if you know any good fics featuring underrated characters, send me recommendations! I don’t care whether you follow me or not, or if you’re shameless self-promoting—I want them all! I’ll be compiling/posting the fic recs on the next day or two.

[causenessus]

more than anything else. | akaashi k.

I LOST THE REQUEST BC I TRIED TO SAVE YOUR ASK AS A DRAFT I'M SO SORRY ANON </3 (i just wanted to do a fancy title color </3333 which thank u wyr for teaching me how!! i finally did it!!) they asked for a drabble with akaashi about a reader struggling in med school who isn't doing as well as she wants to but tries to keep it hidden but ends up breaking down in front of akaashi </3 i hope that's an acceptable synopsis of ur amazing idea anon </3 thank you sm for your request i loved writing this!!

akaashi x f!reader

written in 3rd pov

dialogue prompt from 1k followers event: ❤️‍🩹 -> "you deserve more"

"but still i'm alone, and that's what scares me the most. forgetting myself, forgetting what i said i would be." from clown car by lowertown

word count: 1.9k words

lots of hurt/comfort </33 akaashi and y/n are already in an established relationship

thank u to my very cool sister in med school whose experiences very heavily influenced this entire story which might very well be me tomorrow when i get my college test scores xx

NOT edited esp after i lost my draft the first time. tumblr, i have words to speak to u. the tumblr hq complaint list ree and me have formed gets longer everyday.

tokyo’s medical school program had been no joke. for as long as she could remember, she had wanted to be a nurse. she'd dreamed of it for so long that even when she didn’t initially pass the entry exam, she kept trying. it took her four times to finally get accepted. keiji had told her she was resilient, and their low acceptance rate was nothing she could control.

he was right, but she couldn’t help feeling worn down a little. she had known people who’d passed the exam on their first try, yet all her work up until that fourth retake hadn’t been enough. although they were in completely different majors, she subconsciously compared herself to keiji, as well. it made her sick to think that she was being left behind. while he had already finished his first year of university, she’d spent the twelve months completing prerequisites and working in a hospital, unable to do anything else.

she knew she couldn’t give up after coming so far, but things didn’t get easier once she made it into the program. keiji had already been busy enough with his own school work, but with the both of them trying to balance their classes, they didn’t find much time to do things outside of studying together. their daily routine became one of them buying coffee and meeting up at the library, staying there until it closed, and then walking home to collapse in bed together, falling asleep in each other’s arms.

the familiarity of their schedule was a stable anchor in both of their lives; neither of them minded daily study dates. it had always been this way since they met–being together was enough for both of them, they didn't need anything fancy. they showed their love for each other through looks from behind a computer screen and cold coffees with extra shots.

yet despite how hard she studied, she couldn’t help but feel like she was falling behind her peers. some of her classes she had passed by the skin of her teeth and when she compared that to her outstanding grades throughout all of high school, seeing even a B was enough to make her heart drop. even worse were C’s and D’s. although a part of her was just thankful to have passed all of her classes, she wanted to do better. she knew plenty of classmates who were struggling just as much as her–these classes weren’t meant to be easy, but when she continued to do worse than she wanted to, that didn’t stop her from feeling like a failure.

it was affecting her entire being; how confident she felt in her competency as a person and how much she was even contributing to the world. was it even worth it for her to continue studying medicine? was she worth all the money her friends and family had spent on her? worth the love keiji gave her? what if he found someone better?

one particular night in the library, her worries had overwhelmed her to the point of tears, and keiji had paused what he was doing to help her.

“i’m sorry, i'm distracting you from your work,” she had cried, trying to stop her tears, “you don’t have to help me or anything, i’m okay.”

“i’m not going to ignore you when you're crying, y/n,” he had said, voice filled with nothing but care and worry. “tell me what’s wrong,” he urged, moving around the table to sit next to her.

she’d explained her anxieties to him briefly that night, but she never wanted to inconvenience him again. even when she felt like she was drowning in her stress, she made sure to keep up a front around him. she could never erase the thought of how much better he deserved, despite his continued reassurance that there was no one better fit for him than her. 

their study dates had returned back to normal after that night. frequent trips to a coffee shop for another coffee resumed, and their stolen glances across the tables continued. she was currently working on a large presentation–an insurance project that would boost her grade if she was able to score at least an 80 on her upcoming final.

she felt good about the material; the project helped her study the chapters on top of the cramming she was already doing. her test scores in the class had averaged around somewhere in the 80s anyway and she felt confident she’d end the class with a good grade. keiji had reminded her of bokuto, who had barely gotten by in his high school classes, yet still graduated and made it out to be a talented volleyball player. although it was a completely different field from her, thinking about bokuto had helped her worry less about perfect grades. she wasn’t content with bare minimum grades that meant she was only just barely passing, but she’d been reminded that As weren't the standard and plenty of people had had successful careers despite struggling with school.

but perhaps she had got her hopes up too high, and everything seemed to fall apart when the notification popped up on her screen. 

not even an 80.

when keiji got home, the lights were off. his mentor at his internship had asked him to stay late and help with their current big project. it was a good opportunity and chance for experience, and he had texted her that he wouldn’t be coming home until later that day in order to keep working. she'd replied, telling him to be safe but had said nothing about a night shift at the hospital; she should've been home.

when he called for her, he didn’t get a response, and he was quick to put away his shoes before making his way to their bedroom. he didn’t think she’d be sleeping so early into the night, but perhaps she’d had a rough day.

then he remembered that her test score for her final exam was supposed to come out today.

the light pattering of rain on their roof was almost loud enough to mask the sniffle he heard, but the moonlight peaking through the curtain of their window illuminated her silhouette.

she was curled up on the wooden floor of their bedroom, leaning against the bed, and when he came around the side of the bed, he saw her tear-stained face, looking forward blankly.

“oh, my love—” his heart twisted at the sight of her, his chest tightening with nausea and guilt thinking about how he’d left her alone on the night she’d needed him the most. “did it not go well?” he asked softly, kneeling next to her with a hand on her back.

at the mention of the test, she choked out a sob as she shook her head and tried to hide her face, “no. i failed it, keiji. i failed the entire class.” through the hand on her back, he could feel the way her body was shaking as she tried to keep in her cries.

“let it out, love,” he whispered, encasing her in his arms and squeezing his own eyes shut. his heart hurt for her, imagining the pain she was going through. he heard it in the hiccups and whimpers that escaped her. she’d probably been here all night, and the thought only made him hug her all the more tightly. “they won’t kick you out of the program, right?” he asked.

“no, i get one strike. i’ll have to retake the class, but if i fail another one—” she didn’t finish, only letting out a shaky breath but he understood and he pulled away to hold her face, brushing away the tears that fell from her eyes with his thumbs.

“then it’ll be okay,” he tried to reassure her, “you have a second chance, and you’re going to do great. plenty of other people have failed, too. it’ll be okay. you’ll be okay, and i’ll be here to help you with whatever you need.”

she placed a hand over one of his own that was still on the side of her face, trying her best to calm her breathing down. “keiji,” she whispered, her lips trembling as she tried to hold back another sob that escaped her anyway.

“yes, dear?” he answered, trying to comfort her with a small smile, letting her know he was there and listening.

“why are you even with me?” her voice broke, as if it physically pained her to even say it. her hand dropped back down to the ground as her tears started falling again. “you deserve more. you deserve someone smarter. and better. i can’t even pass my class, what made me think i could do this? i wasn’t resilient for retaking the entrance exam, i was just being stubborn. i should never have been let in. i don’t deserve to be here.” she pressed her palms into her eyes, letting out ragged breaths that turned back into sobs when she pull herself back together.

her words hurt him even more than it hurt her to say. it pained him to hear how lowly she thought of herself when he thought she was the most admirable person he’d ever seen. he could tell the thoughts had been weighing heavily down on her for long–this was the result of pent up emotions she’d been stuffing down ever since that night she cried in the library. he knew that she hadn’t told him everything, but he had trusted that she would open up to him when she was ready.

he moved to grab hold of her hands, gently pulling them away from her face, “i’m with you because of your passion for this career, y/n.” he feels the way her hands start to relax in his hold and keeps going, “just because a test is difficult doesn’t mean you’re not right for this job, y/n. if you enjoy it and you’re passionate about it, that’s all that matters. the rest will come with time. and i know you’re passionate about this. i’ve seen how you treat others, you have so much kindness in your heart. you want to help others and that’s enough. a grade doesn’t define you or your future. i’m with you because you’re so much more than just a grade. i’m with you because i love you, i love your dreams, i’ve loved watching you work towards them, and i’ll be here to continue supporting you every step of the way.”

his words seem to get through to her and her tears start to dry, “do you really mean it?” her voice is just barely above a whisper.

“every single word, love. i love you more than i can put into words and i think everything about you is beautiful. your passion and spirit and the way you carry yourself. i'm the one who doesn't deserve you, i look up to you so much," he tells her, shifting to sit against the bed next to her.

she laughs, pushing at him playfully, “don’t start turning this around to criticize yourself. here, how about we make a deal: if i deserve you, then you deserve me.”

“deal,” he agrees, grabbing her hand to hold it between his, rubbing it gently, “as long as i get to be with you for the rest of my life.”

she sighs, looking up towards the ceiling, “if that’s what you want.”

“it is,” he tells her, turning her head gently to face him as he presses a kiss to her lips, “i want you more than anything else.”

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❥ NESS' 1K FOLLOWER EVENT! ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

❥ thank you all from the bottom of my heart for all the support you have given me! every single comment and like means the world to me i could not be more honored to have such kind people reading my works <3 here's my way of saying thank u!

❥ below is a selection of genres (2), one word prompts (17) and dialogue prompts (4). if you're interested, please send in an ask after you've picked a genre, prompt (either one word or dialogue or you can mix and match/do one from both! it's totally up to you <3), and a character for me to write it for!

❥ repeats and anon asks are totally okay!! and feel free to add any details if you want something specific to happen <3 the more i have to work with the better!

❥ everything will be written as a DRABBLE unless otherwise stated!!

❥ here's are some examples: "may i request ⭐️ and 🩷 with suna?" "can i ask for 💙 with sakusa?" "could you write ✒️ with atsumu where the reader is a tattoo artist...?"

❥ a small disclaimer!! i think honestly the only people i don't trust myself to write with is really anyone on shiratorizawa </3 unfortunately i just feel like i've never connected with anyone there i'm so sorry for any difficulties!

❥ i will most likely default to she/her pronouns and 3rd person but i can always do gn readers and 2nd pov! just lmk <3

❥ and without further ado... here's the lists!

GENRES ���˚⋆｡ °✩₊

fluff

hurt/comfort

ONE WORD PROMPTS ⁺˚⋆｡ °✩₊

✒️ tattoo

🍺 drunk

💍 wedding

📚 library

🚗 long distance

💕 childhood friends

🐶 pets

🫶 touch

💡 help

💤 sleep

⭐️ insomnia

🏠 domesticity

🩹 injury

🎒 school

🍳 cooking

💋 kiss

💔 cry

DIALOGUE PROMPTS ⁺˚⋆｡ °✩₊

❤️‍🩹 "you deserve more."

🩷 "can I come in? (I'm worried)" -> this prompt can double as just the first part ("can i come in") or the full thing! ("can i come in? i'm worried."

💙 "I like the way your hand fits in mine."

🤍 "it's nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today."

(thank u to @afyrian for heavily inspiring the layout of this event and you should totally go participate in their writing event as well!!!)

EVENT MASTERLIST ⁺˚⋆｡ °✩₊

more than anything else. | akaashi k. see you again. | kuroo t. see you at the altar. | suna r. ♡ (my favorite) domesticity. | kozume k. knuckles & callouses. | iwaizumi h. can't sleep? | sakusa k.

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HIII NESS CONGRATULATIONS ON 1K!! YOU DESERVE IT SO SO MUCH LOVELY!! 🤲🏻🤍

and if I mayy, can I pls have 💕 + 💙 with iwa if that's alright? I have this picture in my head where iwa doesn't really like touching other's hands with his cause they're pretty calloused, but I just know he's the type to kiss his lover's knuckles so he makes an exception and AHHHH soft iwa always gets me

but anyway CONGRATS AGAINNN!! ILYSM AND TY IF U DECIDE TO DO THIS<3

knuckles & callouses. | iwaizumi h.

iwaizumi x f! reader

written in 2nd person

prompts from 1k followers event: 💕 -> childhood friends &💙 -> "i like the way your hand fits in mine"

"yeah i'll do everything / just let you know / all the reasons why / i'm never gonna let you go <3" from never gonna let you go by stevie dinner

word count: 1k words

notes: fluff!! this was cute to write because i have a lot of callouses on my hands from how frequently i climb ladders (catwalk monkey things </3). iwa’s definitely one of those guys who would've fallen victim to that “my hands look like this so her’s can look like this” trend years ago <3 thank you so much for requesting frans!!! i hope you enjoy this and your idea was ADORABLE

ALSO if you like this...you should totally check out @eggyrocks... who has a kuroo smau CALLED calloused hands which i thought about the entire time i was writing this AND THEY ALSO HAVE MANY MANY BANGER IWA FICS

"the conversation between your fingers and someone else's skin... this is the most important discussion you can ever have."

hajime always has a hand on you. whether it’s an arm around your waist or shoulder keeping you close, or a hand on your thigh when you’re sitting down. he likes to always be in contact with you in some way, making sure you’re still there. but despite that, no matter what, he never lets you hold his hand. whenever you reached for it, he always subtly moved it out of the way just in time. he’d casually lift it from his side where you were moving to hold it and play it off by brushing a stray piece of your hair back, giving you an innocent smile as if he doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing.

“haji,” you pout one day, fed up with his avoidant habit. “you can’t constantly remind me to put lotion on my hands to keep them from drying out and then not let me hold your hands because you think they’re rough.”

“what are you gonna do about it?” he smiles, amused by your complaint. as if just to make his point clear, he brings your hand to his lips, placing a light kiss on your knuckles. he’s always taking care of you, telling you he’s happy just loving on you and needs nothing else, but that’s not enough for you.

“this,” you retort, grabbing his hand between both of yours, kissing his own knuckles. he can act snarky towards you, you’ll just act the same way back.

out of habit, he tries to pull his hand out of your grip, but you won’t let him. “y/n–”

“no, haji,” you cut him off, looking him straight in the eyes, “i want to hold your hand. i want to love on you the same way you love on me, the way you have since we were kids. and we used to hold hands all the time back then, when your hands were still soft.”

he averts his eyes, and you see the way his jaw tightens at the mention of your shared childhood, “that’s why i don’t want you to touch them–”

“i’m not done yet,” you hush him, placing a finger to his lips, “i miss hold your hands, hajime. i don’t care if they’re rough or calloused or whatever you want to call them. as much as you and your manly little head like to believe that me touching your hands is the end of the world, it’s not. do you wanna know what i think about your calloused hands?”

he blinks for a second, as if he’s seriously considering if he wants to know. his teasing demeanor has completely given away to a nervous, embarrassed one as he mumbles out a small, “...what?”

“i think they’re beautiful just the way you are,” you say, giving him a smile as you turn his hand over in your own, running your thumbs along the hills of his knuckles before you kiss them again, the way he's kissed yours so many times. “i think they show how hard you’ve worked,” you say, holding up his right hand so that you can both see it. you point out the bump on the left side of his middle finger, “i like this callus. do you remember what you told me? you said you developed it when we wrote letters to each other while you were traveling for your internship. you were complaining so much, saying ‘i’ve never had to write this much in my life! blah blah blah, i have another callus…’ do you know what that meant to me? that you were writing so much to me that you developed a callus? i loved reading your long letters, i was so happy that you wrote so much—that you didn’t leave out any details even if it tired out your hand. as much as you may hate how it looks, i like it. it’s like i’m always with you now.” 

you kiss his hand and he presses his lips into a thin line. he’s trying to hold himself back from agreeing with you, but two can play that game. there's a reason you both have stuck around each other since you were kids. “i like the way your fingers are uneven from volleyball. they show how dedicated you were to it, that even when you tore a tendon in one of them, you kept playing because you were so bent on winning. i like the way your hand fits in mine, and the way that i can feel each and every single one of your calluses whenever i hold them. i like the stories behind each one.”

“...you’re a sappy work of art, you know that?” he says after a short pause, because he doesn’t know what else to say.

“oh whatever,” you roll your eyes, intertwining your hand with his. and he lets you. “i can see your cheeks are red. did i get through to you?”

“maybe,” he mumbles, looking away.

“does this mean i get to hold your hands more often?” you tease with a smile, squeezing his hand. he squeezes it back three times, giving you a silent ‘i love you.’ 

“i guess,” he shrugs, slightly pursing his lips, “but don’t complain if they get sweaty, or rougher in the winter.”

“i wouldn’t dream of it,” you laugh, lowering your intertwined hands so you can step closer, standing on the tips of your toes to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “and now you can’t complain if i won’t let go of your hands. you’ve given me permission to hold them and i have lost time to make up for, mr. macho man with the calloused hands.”

he gives you an exasperated sigh, telling you that you've won. you give him a smug smile as he lifts up your hand to kiss the top of it, “as long as your pretty hands stay the way they are, that’s all that really matters. i’ll keep working hard. and if you truly feel that way about my hands, you can do whatever you want with them. i'm all yours.”

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✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚ ness / 18 / isfj / multifandom blog / she/her ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

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favorite works .°˖✧

new grounds (completed kageyama smau) cold kisses (completed kenma smau) love notes (completed suna smau) try again (ongoing sakusa smau) tonics (miya twins smau coming soon) see you at the altar (suna drabble)

most recent works: .°˖✧

happy birthday (oikawa drabble) can't sleep? (sakusa drabble)

most recent event: .°˖✧

ness' 1k follower special <3 event closed but current prompts are still in the making!!

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news with ness time <3333333

just so u all know at like any time of the day i have 50 tumblr drafts saved in my head and mainly they're just random things i want to say like let me tell u guys... i've been asked to return back to my high school to stage manage their musical because after my year left they were literally hopeless 💀 like it's so bad my director is so done with them he's literally announced he's retiring in a few years and is also hiring someone else to direct the musical and they were not about to deal with another student stage manager for the musical after last year (💀💀💀💀💀💀) so i'm gonna do it 😭 BUT OMG I'M BURNT OUT TOO BRO I'M SO TIRED I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT WITH THE LITTLE KID THAT TOOK OVER LIGHTS FOR ME BC HE SUCKS MAJORLY AND HAS SUCH A SUPERORITY COMPLEX LIKE I COULD GO ON AND ON ABOUT HIM UGH THERE'S SO MUCH LORE TO THAT I'LL DELVE INTO IT AGAIN ANOTHER TIME but like it's gonna be in november....so i have to start thinking about it soon 😭😭😭 and how do i tell my directors my brain has literally been consumed by fic writings and i cannot sit at my computer and watch a recording of the musical so i know wtf is going on BECAUSE I WANT TO WRITE AAA september and novemeber are gonna be rough guys that's all i can say

i literally cannot tell if i accidentally professed my undying love for mo in someone's post or if tumblr tried to silence me but i'm sorry if it was the former

WYR I'M SORRY I FORGOT TO SEND U A TEASER FOR LOVE NOTES IF U SEE THIS DM ME I WILL SEND IT NOW (or anyone else i will gladly share with u a teaser <3)

my brain is SO backed up rn but also i think i'm officially closing my 1k followers event 😭😭 200 followers later LMAOO sorry i kept it open so long i didn't even think about it. so i'll finish what prompts i have going on rn and i think that'll be it!! and if someone sends in any more requests i'll def still write them <3 but just so u guys don't think i'm stupid

if matcha lattes were water i'd be the most hydrated person ever. thank u. that's it

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NESS HI!!! CONGRATS ON 1K FOLLOWERS AND UR WRITING EVENT u deserve it and more!!! (thank u for being my moot and interacting with me it’s a dream come true and ure such a caring and fun person <3) i will definitely drop by again and send a prompt !!!! (the pressure’s real i need smth good and creative 🙏🙏)

THANK U SM LOVE!!! I'M SO HONORED THAT YOU INTERACT WITH ME ❤️ AND THERE IS NO PRESSURE AT ALL TO DROP A PROMPT I TOTALLY GET IT!! BUT THANK U THANK U and I think you're such an amazing and talented person <333333