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WHEN IN ROME — yū nishinoya + fem!reader

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Asahi Azumane 1-2-3 Nishi-Shinjuku, Shinjuku City Tokyo 160-0023 Japan

Asahi,

I swear I met a goddess yesterday here in Italy. She was more beautiful than the moon. I swear my heart is hers.

Yū Nishinoya

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teruzenji, 2025

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terushima… my beloved

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guys i miss terushima

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IT'S ON THE HOUSE ft. yuji terushima

The cute guy at the theater just loves to upsize her combo, even if it'd cost him his job.

cw nothing besides it's a bit rushed and not proofread cus i have to go back to doing my project

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THE FIRST TIME she decided to watch a movie at the local movie theater, it was to watch the newly released Studio Ghibli movie with her friends. 

She wasn’t the biggest fan of watching movies, much less in a theater where only god (and the employees) knew who sat on the seat before her–but her friends begged, promised to pay, and even offered to cover snacks. Who was she to turn down a free movie and food? 

They had planned to catch the 5 PM viewing of the movie; a perfect time for all of them to hang out considering they all had classes the morning after. It was also the perfect time for him to meet her.

He was working the evening shift that day, a four-hour stretch from 5 PM to 9 PM. It wasn’t ideal—he couldn’t stay for the last showing since his classes started early the next morning—but it was enough to cover part of his rent and pick up a little extra cash for the weekend.

She arrived at 4:35 PM, ten minutes earlier than planned. Waiting for her friends was always the hardest part; some would be on time, others inevitably late. By 4:45, her stomach growled loud enough to embarrass her into action. She decided to grab a small popcorn while she waited.

The concession line was short, barely existent; she supposed that was due to the fact that the movie still didn’t start for another 27 minutes and most people tended to wait until the ads were done anyway, or maybe because it was a Tuesday afternoon. When she reached the counter, she caught the attention of one of the staff—a tall boy with messy, box-dye blond hair sticking out from under his uniform cap.

“Hey.” His voice was low and casual, but the faint rasp to it made her cheeks flush.

“Um. Hi. Can I get a small popcorn?”

“Yeah, sure.” He paused, his lips quirking into a lopsided grin. “Are you sure you just want a small?”

She hesitated. “Yeah, I’m waiting for my friends to get here. Just a snack until then.”

He nodded and punched her order in. As she dug through her pocket for cash, he spoke up again.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s on the house.”

“Oh! Thanks,” she stammered, taken off guard by his easy generosity.

The interaction was brief, but his grin lingered in her mind.

THE SECOND TIME she decided to watch a movie was when the new animated spider-man movie had just come out. Truth be told, she wasn’t too interested in watching the movie as she was to see the box dye blond haired boy. Their interaction had been short but it did leave quite an impression on her.

This time, she planned it carefully—another Tuesday evening, three weeks later. Her heart skipped when she spotted him behind the counter, his familiar grin spreading the moment he saw her.

“Hey! It’s you!”

“Yeah, haha. I’m here for the new Spider-Man movie.”

“Oh, nice choice. I’ve heard it’s great.” He leaned forward slightly as he took her order: a small popcorn combo.

She handed him her payment, but when he returned with a medium combo, she frowned. “Uh, I only paid for—”

“It’s on the house, cutie.” He leaned in just enough to whisper the words before pulling back with a wink.

Her cheeks burned as she walked into the theater. The blush stayed with her through the movie, though she barely remembered a single scene.

THE THIRD TIME she visited the theater, she didn’t even have a movie in mind.

She told herself it was because she needed a break, but deep down, she knew the real reason. She wanted to see him. She’d picked another Tuesday evening, hoping his schedule hadn’t changed.

When she walked into the lobby, her heart did a little flip at the sight of him behind the counter, effortlessly charming a customer with his lopsided grin. She waited for her turn, her nerves tingling with anticipation.

“Cutie!” he greeted when he saw her. “Back again? What are we watching this time?”

Her ears burned at the nickname, but she kept her cool. “Uh, Equalizer 3, I think?”

He raised a brow, smirking as he punched in her order. “Didn’t peg you for an action girl.”

She shrugged, leaning casually on the counter. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” he replied, sliding her popcorn combo across the counter. “But if I didn’t know any better…” He leaned in slightly, his grin widening. “I’d say you have a crush on me.”

She blinked, caught off guard, but recovered quickly. Leaning in just as close, she quipped, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to flirt with me while you’re on the clock.”

He chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Maybe I am. Sue me.”

Her lips curved into a sly smile as she grabbed the snacks from his hands. “You’re lucky I like free popcorn.”

“Lucky for both of us,” he shot back with a wink.

As she walked into the theater, her cheeks were warm, and the exchange played over in her head. She didn’t notice the number written on the popcorn bucket until she settled into her seat.

(0220) 143-1849 Text me xoxo

Her heart raced, her smile widening as she pulled out her phone.

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teruzenji, 2025

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naw the way im abt to make an edit for this man rn

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i miss my man terushima….

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SEVEN DAYS OF YOU — yuji terushima + fem!reader

a week long event dedicated to yuji terushima <3

DAY ONE.

ON THE HOUSE ft. terushima who works at a concessions stand in a movie theater

DAY TWO.

DAY THREE.

DAY FOUR.

DAY FIVE.

DAY SIX.

DAY SEVEN.

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teruzenji, 2025

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WHEN IN ROME — yū nishinoya + fem!reader

a japanese passport allows its citizens to stay in italy for up to 90 days; he intends to make the most of it—until he meets her, and suddenly, 90 days don’t seem long enough.

cw swearing, ooc characters, im not italian so i have very poor concept of how coastal italian towns are, hurt/comfort, fluff, written + smau

tropes strangers to lovers, language barriers

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status coming soon

extra -> moodboard | playlist

now boarding. . .

mr. worldwide & co. | employees only

PROLOGUE

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solarvrse, 2025

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¥500 – shōyō hinata + fem!reader

CHAPTER ONE – ¥1000

cw swearing, none otherwise, not proofread

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Doing her laundry was one of the only consistent parts of her life.

Sure, she worked a 9AM – 5PM job like the majority of the rest of the population, but her work was unpredictable. Even the route home was unpredictable, and what she’d eat in a day would always change. But laundry would always stay a constant. 

Every Thursday at 12 AM, she’d put in a load at CYCLE7 and walk to the 7/11 open 24/7 on the corner of the street for a late night snack; every Thursday at 2 AM, she’d go home with a warm pile of laundry that she would fold and put away by 3 AM. It helped that she had Thursdays off, so it didn’t matter when she went to sleep, as long as she got enough sleep that following night. 

So here she was again, in front of CYCLE7, another bag full of laundry; this time she planned on washing her sheets.

The laundromat was devoid of any other human activity, the only indication that anyone else was in there was the load already spinning in one of the washers on the other side of the one story building. She wondered who else could be doing their laundry at midnight on a Thursday, most people tend to have work the next day.

The routine was simple: pick out a washing machine, place her clothes in and close the washing machine door, pay ¥500 for the detergent and fabric softener, fill those components, and start the machine. Then she’d walk down to the 7/11 on the corner, grab some snacks, come back and scroll on her phone until it was time to move the laundry to the dryer. 

She followed these steps as though she was on autopilot, the coins clinking in the slot and the sound of water rushing into the drum, blending into the hum of the laundromat. 

As the clothes tumbled and twisted, she left the laundromat, wondering what she should eat.

The 7/11 was always open, something she had noticed once moving to her apartment–and now, something she greatly appreciated. Weaving in and out of the aisles, she picked up a few snacks, some candy bars, ready-made onigiri, and a drink from the fridge. As she walked to the self checkout, she noticed she wasn’t alone.

Ginger. 

The cheerful, ginger-haired man from a week ago stood in front of her, checking out his items. He wore a black hoodie with a familiar symbol in white; she was sure she had seen it somewhere before. He wore a pair of athletic shorts and running shoes, just seeing his attire sent a shiver down her body and she could’ve sworn the entire store grew about a degree colder.

“Hey!” He smiled at her once he noticed her presence. Her mouth spread into a thin, forced smile. 

“Hey.”

“I saw you at CYCLE7 last week!”

She nodded slowly, surprised by the recognition. “Yeah. I was there last week.”

A brief pause settled between them, and then he spoke up. 

“I didn’t get to introduce myself last week! I’m Shoyo,” a chuckle escaped his lips, “I also like doing my laundry at midnight!”

“Shoyo,” she muttered, smiling faintly, testing the name on her tongue. It matched him, bright and cheerful like the sun.

“What’s your name?”

“[Name].”

“Oh! Sweet.” He gave her a wide toothy smile, and she was sure of it–he could outshine the sun with a simple smile. Before he could say anything else, the alarm on his phone blared–it’s sharp, repetitive tone slicing through the quiet store.

“Ah, shit. My load’s almost done. I’ll see you back there?”

“Yeah.”

She waited for him to finish checking out, and as he stepped to the side, she nodded at him and quietly began checking out. She didn’t look up from the products in her hand until she heard the shuffle of his feet and the jingle of the bell as he left. Once she was done scanning her items and carefully stuffing everything into a bag, she glanced around the quiet store—empty shelves stretched in all directions, the muted hum of the lights overhead echoing in the silence. The soft clatter of her movements was the only sound that lingered. The faint scent of coffee and receipt paper still hung in the air, but now it was dimming, almost as if the space itself was holding its breath. She tapped the final button on the self-checkout screen, and with a quiet beep, the transaction was complete.

The store was deserted, save for her—a lone figure surrounded by the stillness. She picked up the plastic straps of the bag that held the items she had just purchased and took a slow step toward the exit, her footsteps faint against the smooth floor. The door, slightly ajar from his exit, creaked softly as she pushed it open. 

Outside, the world beyond seemed vast and still—silent, like the store she had just left behind.

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teruzenji, 2025

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¥500 — shōyo hinata + fem!reader

PROLOGUE

cw timeskip!au, msby black jackals!hinata, mentions of anxiety

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The night air of Osaka nipped at her skin the moment she stepped out of her apartment building.

She didn’t know why she’d decided to do her laundry on a Thursday night at 12 AM, probably to calm down her anxiety from the day prior. It was a mundane task, doing her laundry, but it was something she knew would help. She figured she could walk around and get something from the 7/11 on the corner of the street where the laundromat sat, maybe something sweet would help.

Her office job wasn’t anything spectacular, nor was it something she wanted to do. Her dream job seemed practically unattainable fresh out of college so she was forced to settle for her current career.

She didn’t know why she picked the company she worked at, maybe it was because it was the only one hiring in a field remotely similar to her degree, or maybe it was because it was the only one to call her back.

She walked down the street, her laundry bag placed in a small cart; occasionally it threatened to tip over on the cracks of the sidewalk. Her eyebrows knit together as she concentrated on getting to the laundromat in one piece.

Once she was there, it was just a matter of loading it into one of the massive washing machines and grabbing a cup of laundry detergent and fabric softener to pour into the slots above. She was happy that the laundromat was sparse of other people, except the man standing on the other end, loading his own laundry into a free machine.

As she made her way to the detergent and softener depositor, she was aware of his presence nearby with the same purpose as her. However he was just a step quicker and she hated waiting.

“Uhm, you can go ahead first.” The ginger spoke, stepping away from the machine.

She swore his smile temporarily blinded her and his small act of kindness knocked the wind out of her lungs. She nodded, filling the two small cups in her hand with the two liquids of differing blues.

“Thanks.”

She forced a tight smile and walked away back to the spot she had chosen.

“No problem!” He called out after her, his boy-ish grin still on his face. She felt the tips of her ears grow hot.

She wondered how he could be so cheery even at the dead of night.

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teruzenji, 2025

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¥500 — shōyō hinata + fem!reader

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CYCLE7 1-2-3 Ohasu Higashi, Higashiōsaka-shi, Osaka-fu 577-0824, Japan Open 24 hours, 365 days of the year

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teruzenji, 2025

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oikawa angst how i am looking forward to you

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im never writing hurt/comfort again yall can argue with the wall but that fic was so ass

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STUPID MOUTH — ft. osamu miya + fem!reader

Sometimes it just takes his stupid mouth to fix their problems.

cw timeskip!au, written + smau, slightly ooc osamu, slight angst, hurt/comfort, pre-established relationship, miscommunication, usage of petnames, usage of y/n / yn, not proofread

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IT WAS A RARE TREAT, the kind that came around so infrequently she was sure it wasn’t real.

Oftentimes, she’d find herself working an extra hour or two overtime; she knew she was a valuable asset to the company, and the bigger paychecks didn’t hurt. So when the day came where she was able to leave work at 4:30 PM instead of 7:00 PM, she seized it without a second glance. 

Her plan was to go surprise her boyfriend at his restaurant, maybe catch him on his break and have dinner together. She wondered if he’d be as happy to see her as she was excited to see him. 

Their lives had fallen into a rhythm lately, one that neither of them had chosen but had somehow become their reality. She’d be out of the house by 7 AM, he’d follow out around 8:30 AM to open up shop. By the time she returned home, it would be close to 8:00 PM. His shift ended at 9:00, and by then, she’d have already set his dinner aside in the fridge. They’d exchange a few words, maybe a tired kiss goodnight, and then fall into bed, where the silence would stretch until the cycle began again.

The routine was familiar, comfortable even in its familiarity, but so unbearably lonely. She missed the days they spent together; when time wasn’t a luxury they couldn’t afford. Days they’d spend entangled in each other's arms, giggling over absolutely nothing. She missed his sweet kisses, the way he smelled faintly of pickled plums and their fabric softener, the way his calloused hand would touch the side of her neck as he pulled her back for another kiss.

She missed him.

With every step closer to Onigiri Miya, her anticipation grew. Her mind spun with possibilities, each one more heartwarming than the last. Would he drop everything to come to her, grinning that boyish grin she loved so much; or would he pull her into his arms without a word, just holding her like he used to?

The thought almost made her head spin. 

As she turned the corner to the street where Onigiri Miya was located, she could’ve sworn her heart was practically jumping out of her chest. She decided to use the back entrance, so she could probably surprise him. As she pushed open the back door, making sure to be as quiet as possible, she heard his voice. 

“–ya don’t get it, do ya? It’s like we’re stuck in some never-endin’ loop. We get home, we’re both so worn out from work, and we barely even fuckin’ talk! I dunno how much longer I can keep this up.”

She felt her heart drop and her anticipation wash away, met with a new feeling: dread.

“C’mon man, y’all’ve been together near ten years. It’ll work out, you’ll see.” Atsumu’s voice. She sighed a little, despite how idiotic Atsumu could be, he’d always root for them.

“Relationships ain’t easy y’know,” Atsumu continued, “ya even thought ‘bout how she feels? Bet she’s thinkin’ the same thing.”

“I just can’t take it no more. This whole thing’s a mess, and I dunno what to do anymore. I mean, I love her, y’know that better‘n anyone. But I can’t keep livin’ like this.”

She could feel her ears grow hot, her ears rang while she tried to process Osamu’s words. He can’t keep living like this? Does he really still love her, he’s talking like he can’t deal with any of it anymore.

“C’mon don’t do nothing stupid, ‘kay?”

She tuned out of the conversation after that. Turning around and walking off, she was vaguely aware that the door slammed shut behind her quite loudly, but she wasn’t in any shape to turn around. She pulled out her phone, dialing the first number she could think of.

“Hey, do you mind if I come over?”

“Yeah, of course. What’s wrong?” Alisa’s voice asked over the phone. She didn’t answer.

The clock read midnight when he finally came to pick her up. By then her cheeks were stained with tears after talking to Alisa and Akane about what she had overheard. They’d done their best to try and reassure her, after all they’ve never seen a couple more in love. Personally, Alisa was sure that if they broke apart, love didn’t exist.

She watched from the window as his car pulled into view, this time her anticipation was clouded by worry, not excitement. Alisa was the one to open the door and greet him first as Akane glared daggers his way.

“Hey.” He mumbled, she could see the red outlining his eyes. He’d been crying, too.

“Hey.” 

“Do..do ya wanna head back home, with me?” His voice was low, barely above a whisper. He was scared of her answer. Truth be told, he’s never spent a night without her since they first moved in together. Yesterday was the first and it drove him crazy not being able to sleep with her in his arms, or even just her next to him on the same bed. He was scared their routine was driving a wedge between them, his mind clouded with anxious thoughts of possibly losing her.

“Yeah.”

“Oh, thank the heavens.” His rigid, tense shoulders slumped in relief. Holding out his hand, he guided her out of Alisa and Akane’s apartment, nodding at the two as he left.

They drove in silence. Neither ready to speak, or more truthfully, they were both scared of what the other had to say. Osamu was the first to break the silence.

“‘M sorry, I know ya overheard what I was sayin’ to ‘Tsumu.” He started. “I know how it must’ve sounded, but I swear to ya, I’m not tired of this–of us. I love ya more than anymore.”

She stayed quiet. His anxiety grew worse.

“I was just ventin’ ya know? I miss you more than anything, and–and I dont wanna mess up our relationship with my stupid mouth. Ya mean more to me than ya realize.” His words came out fast and shaky. She let her hand rest on his shoulder.

“I know. I’ve missed you too, ‘Samu.”

“And–and I jus’ wanna let ya know…I’ve cut down my hours. They can manage closin’ without me. I wanna spend more time with ya, y’know?”

“I know. But this isn’t your fault alone. I’ve been working a lot, too. This is as much of my fault as it is yours.” She said, her voice soft. He could practically hear the colossal amount of affection she held for him in those words. “I’ll cut down my hours, too. I don’t need to stay working overtime every day. We’ll be okay.”

“We’ll be okay.” He repeated those words, setting them in stone. A sigh of relief left his body. They would be okay. They just needed to have this conversation, that’s all.

“God, I just love ya so much. Yer the best thing that’s ever happened to me, y’know.” 

“Even better than your restaurant?” She teased.

“Loads better, heaps better. I can’t wait to marry ya.”

She smiled to herself, a warmth spreading in her chest.

That night they went to sleep entangled in each other's arms, so close together she was sure they would merge into one. He loved her, and she loved him. Their daily routine changed, they’d get home much earlier in the day, cooking together and eating dinner together. Spending more time together like they’d wanted. It was perfect. 

And it was all thanks to his stupid mouth.

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teruzenji, 2025

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The noble Tumblr community, always eager to help, Thank you from the bottom of my heart ❤️.

This is a message of appreciation 🙏 to all of you for standing by us.

As the announcement of the ceasefire in Gaza approaches 🕊️, the first thing I do is write these words to express my gratitude and thanks 🌟 for being part of our survival.

This post is a message of gratitude and appreciation ✨. I hope it will be shared and spread widely—just reblog 🔄.

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im so happy abt this ceasefire omg

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The ceasefire agreement was reached and joy is floating among the Palestinian people

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hey solarvrse who i don't know, u seem cool can j be on the taglist

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