【 𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 】 Genre: Hurt/comfort, Angst TW: Depressed Reader Words: 2k

THE CUTEST SHIT I SWEAR

TsumTsum is a cutie and i’ve been thinking about him a lot today :)

it’s a sunny Saturday when you go to get your hair done. you walk in, actually loving the smell of the place, the scent of shampoo and chemicals mixed together with the trendy essential oils diffuser in the corner of the white walled building.

you’re seated next to a big window, the window is so huge in fact, it’s basically a wall. you can see the hustle and bustle of the shopping center that the salon is nestled in, the people passing by and cars slowly making their way around.

your stylist is happily chatting away as she add the foils to your hair, giggling as you both catch-up from your last visit to see her. you’re looking in the mirror as her eyes dart up to the outside window, a sly smile on her face and a raise of an eyebrow.

“what?” you ask.

she huffs a laugh from her nose, “there’s a really cute guy out there, and he was looking at you as he walked by the window.”

your gaze goes to the window, and she’s right. there’s a guy walking past the window (for a second time now she giggles as she folds another foil) he’s tall and broad, blonde hair in an undercut. his honey brown eyes and lazy smile are enough to make you weak in the knees. he keeps the silly grin on his face, and eyes on you, as he slowly strides his way out of view.

and the third time he walks by, you and your stylist both are laughing as the blonde pauses in front of you from outside, sending you a flirty wave. your eyes dart to your reflection in the mirror, head full of foils and a black cape over your front. surely you’re not that attractive? but you wave back anyway with a grin. now the other salon patrons and employees are watching and laughing at the mans actions for your attention.

finally, the fourth time he walks by, he winks and pulls his phone out, pointing to it enthusiastically and mouthing “hey cutie” and “let me get your number” which makes you blush and put your face in your hands as your stylist and others are looking to you, waiting for your reply.

“give him your number!” your stylist urges, poking your shoulder.

you wave a hand and shake your head, “i don’t need to do that-“ you reply. she looks at you and then you look to Atsumu Miya.

“because he’s my husband.” you laugh.

━ peaches & cream

synopsis : it’s keiji’s birthday and everything needs to be perfect, but the more you try the more things mess up.

genre : so much fluff.

author’s note : my first lil drabble had to be about the birthday boy of course !

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pairings: kurapika kurta x reader

content: smut / nsfw 18 + (dick riding, slight humiliation)

summary: kurapika thinks it's cute when you try to dom him... cuz you just fall apart once he puts it in

notes: inspired by this tiktok

you were both sitting upright, but your legs were wrapped around his slim waist as you kissed him hard. his hands were on your hips, pulling you closer to him so your cunt ruts against his hard cock.

his hands were cold, always cold, and sent shivers up your body as they brush up and down the exposed skin of your waist. you were in just a skimpy white tank top and pretty pink panties.

your hands rest against the base of his neck, occasionally sliding down the lean muscles of his bare chest and scratching red against the pale skin. and when your palms rest flat against his chest, you push down on him. his back hits the mattress and his head hits the pillow, pretty blonde hair splaying out beneath it.

kurapika can only give you a little smirk, he thinks it's cute when you think you're in charge.

"what's so funny?" you purr, fingertips sliding down the planes of his stomach before dipping under his waistband.

"nothing." he shakes his head as you inch his briefs over his hips to expose his cock.

he has his tongue in his cheek and a smug look on his face as you take the base of him in your dominant hand. you're smiling mischievously as you jerk him a few times before straddling his hips once more.

he sits up, resting back on his elbows as he watches you intently.

"you gonna ride me?" he asks, looking up from his dick and into your eyes. he's still got that look on his face, that demeaning and condescending look that makes your stomach twist.

"mhm." you nod your head slightly as you lift off his hips to pull your panties aside. you guide the head of his cock through your slick a few times before lining him up with your entrance.

and then slowly, you sink down onto him. and just as he had expected, you fall apart as you do so. your lips part as a breathy whine escapes your lips as he fills you. you have to lean forward and peace your hands on his shoulders so you don't fall into him.

"shit..." he groans, head falling back against his shoulders as he feels you squeeze around him. his hands are balled into fists as his forearms continue to keep him upright.

when your flush to him, he picks his head up. his eyes meet your shaking arms, then your slacked jaw, then your hips that circle against his as you adjust to the length of him.

once you've gotten yourself somewhat settled, you rise up off of him with your legs trembling... and before you can even get halfway up his cock, you let out a broken moan and come back down.

kurapika shakes his head with fake disappointment. but this was expected. you never had it in you to take control, you never last more than a few strokes before he's gotta help you. it would be pathetic if he didn't find it so fucking hot.

"oh god," you whimper, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as your fingernails etch into the muscle of his shoulders.

kurapika lets his back rest flush against the sheets again, shifting away from the headboard and bringing his hands to your hips.

"c'mon, you can do it." he says, but he knows you can't. he was just teasing you at this point.

he can feel your cunt flutter real cutely around him. you were a mess. your arms fail you and you have to drop to rest your forearms on his chest as you bring yourself up once more.

"you're so deep." you whine, letting your hands slide up and around his neck and your chest rest flush against his.

he can feel your breath, ragged and shaky, against the fragile skin below his jaw. your entire body was trembling.

he slides his hands lower to grip your ass, pulling on you hard enough to his cock can slid out of you slowly before he pushing on your hips to bring you back down.

you let out a high-pitched moan against his throat as he fills you back up. he can hear every catching of your breath, every hitch in your moans.

"shit - there you go." he mutters, getting a good rythym of sliding you up and down the length of him, all the way from the base of him to the tip before stuffing you with his cock again.

"just needed some help, hm?" he chuckles darkly.

you can only whimper and nod in response.

thinking fluffy thoughts about scaramouche.

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SUMMERS WITH YOU — OIKAWA TOORU

— oikawa tooru.

⤷ genre: fluff, fluff, fluff

⤷ warnings: cursing, suggestive themes, a tiny, tiny bit nsfw - i can’t help it. not really proof read since its 4am.

⤷ word count: 1.7k

— a/n: it was about time i wrote a fic for him hehe. what if i said this was originally a hawks fic i wrote but never posted lol.

— navi. | m.list

oikawa loved summer.

summer mornings where the sun would bathe you in its radiance; capturing the soft glow of your bare back, and the cheeky glint in your eyes as you rolled on your side to face him. you’d giggle at the way your hair stuck out at odd angles, leaning into his touch as he brushed the strands away from your face. and with a pretty smile on your pink lips, you’d whisper the sweetest, “good morning, babe,” leaving oikawa with no choice but to pull you on top of him. he’d claim just five minutes of cuddling, ignoring the roll of your eyes as you snuggled into his warm chest. it was always an hour later that the two of you would leave the comfort of your shared bed.

then there were summer days spent at the beach, with you laid out on your stomach between his toned legs. oikawa could taste the sea salt, and a hit of your cherry lip gloss, on his tongue; a smirk tugging at his mouth as he remembered the kiss he’d stolen from you in the parking lot. electrifying tingles spreading across the palms of his big hands, as he continued to rub the cool lotion on your smooth skin - hands moving lower and lower-

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Do It Again

Kurapika X Reader

A/N: My first Kurapika fic and it's an apology to @ihatealimore for making her accidentally like Ging in that one fic I did. ily <3

Description: After a long time of not seeing each other, you finally meet up with your good friends over dinner. It goes a little different than expected though... especially after you see him smile so genuine and true for the first time.

Tags: fluff, first kiss, gn!reader

Word Count: 1607

Being a hunter was a beautifully unfortunate experience. Beautiful because you’ve made so many friends since the day you took the exam, but unfortunate because you almost never got to see those friends thanks to your differing professions. Yes you were delighted to be able to pursue your goals thanks to the power of a Hunter’s license, but it would be a lie to say you didn’t miss your friends a whole hell of a lot. That’s why today was exciting though. Today you were finally able to get into contact with said friends after so long and agree on a place to have dinner together. It had been so long since you last saw Leorio and Kurapika, so your excitement was completely within reason.

Of course you were early. The excitement was killing you so you got a booth at the restaurant of choice and eagerly awaited the arrival of your two closest friends. It would’ve been four, but the young ones, Gon and Killua, were off taking care of some wild business that no normal child would ever encounter. Those kids weren’t normal though, so you sat and imagined what kind of crazy stuff they were doing while you waited for Kurapika and Leorio.

About five minutes before the specified meeting time, you were absentmindedly scrolling away on your phone when you received a text. The notification banner said ‘look up’ which was an odd sort of text to receive, but it was from Kurapika. Your head never jerked upright so fast and you found yourself face to face with the blonde Kurta, joy immediately taking over your being.

“You’re here!” You gasped, practically leaping out of your seat.

It was a sort of knee-jerk reaction. You were aware he wasn’t a huge fan of physical contact, but the urge to hug him was far too strong for you to control. The grip you had on him was bone crushing and just when you realized it would maybe be a good idea to let go, he returned the gesture. You didn’t expect him to, so it was a pleasant surprise when his arms wrapped around your waist and he gave you a gentle squeeze.

“Sorry for the sudden hug but… I’m just glad to see you again.” You chuckled sheepishly when you finally let him go.

“Don’t be. It’s… Really nice to finally see you again too.” He sighed with a hint of a smile.

His words brightened you up. “I’m glad to hear that then! So, where’s Leorio? I thought for sure you’d come together considering how closely you work now.”

“He didn’t text you? He’s caught up in traffic right now so he’ll be a bit late.” Kurapika answered.

“Oh of course he forgets to tell me: one of the people he’s supposed to meet up with.” You groaned.

“It’s alright.” He huffed. “Let’s sit and have a couple drinks while we wait.”

So, you did exactly that. You and Kurapika sat down on the same side of the booth together and called for drinks, engaging in casual catch up conversation. It was so nice to hear from him again, and the two of you relayed stories back and forth to each other for at least twenty minutes. Both of you had accomplished a lot since you last spoke, and it was nice to hear all the neat and crazy things you had done.

Stories soon turned into jokes though, as it was a habit of yours to be comedic in many situations. Leorio was still not there so he inevitably became the butt of most jokes, you jesting about his tardiness and whatnot. As you joked, you said something incredibly funny apparently. One of your jokes struck Kurapika in just the right way and caused him to burst out laughing, something you had rarely seen him do. While he laughed, you became mesmerized, watching how his mouth turned up at the corners in such a way you thought someone as broken as him wouldn’t ever be able to do. All because of your joke, he laughed a genuine laugh poorly hidden by a hand, and you couldn’t help but stare.

The silence that you accidentally created ended up making Kurapika embarrassed. When he found you staring at him after his laughter died down he awkwardly cleared his throat, a smidgen of blush rising on his cheeks.

“W-what? You know you’re staring, right?” He spoke up.

“Yeah, I know. Can you do that again?” You asked without even flinching.

“What?”

“That smile! The laughter! Do it again! My god I’ve never seen you look so joyous. It’s charming~” You hummed, leaning towards him.

He blushed a little redder and covered one side of his face with a hand, unsure of what to say to you. He was too flustered to come up with something, so he huffed in embarrassment as he struggled to maintain eye contact.

“You know this is kinda unfair. This is what I missed out on being away from you? Damn. I love your smile about as much as I love you.” You rambled on.

“__-_______…” He said quietly, now looking away a little.

“Oh, was that too much? Ah shit I’m sorry. I’m a little bit tipsy so I can’t shut up.” You apologized, leaning your arms on the table.

“I-it’s fine, actually.” He said once he collected his thoughts. “I’ve… actually considered smiling more because of you.”

His words parked you up and his hand rested on your forearm, making it your turn to blush now. He faced you head on, and he definitely looked like he had something more to say. His touch was welcoming, and your heart did flips as you waited to hear what more he had to say to you. Unfortunately you’d have to wait to find out what was on his mind, as a frantically panting Leorio stumbled up to your table and made both of you retract your hands and arms underneath it rapidly.

“Sorry I’m late!” Leorio gasped, hands on his knees. “Traffic got even worse the closer I got.”

“N-no problem! C’mon, sit down and let’s catch up, hey?” You replied, showing your anxious tone back down your throat.

“And perhaps catch your breath while you’re at it.” Kurapika added.

“Really? I guess it’s your turn for bad jokes now.” You snorted.

“Well I’ve clearly missed a lot! Don’t leave me out, hey!” Leorio whined.

With all of you finally there it was time to order food. Leorio sat across from you and Kurapika and soon all your orders were in, jumping back to lighthearted conversation about all the wild things you’ve done, this time hearing Leorio’s side of things. It was just as insane, if not crazier. The incident at the election had you smacking the table as you laughed, the evening filled with joy and friendship. This went on for half an hour, bantering back and forth like old times until Leorio dismissed himself for the washroom. That was when Kurapika sighed deeply, catching your attention.

“You alright?” You asked.

“I’m just glad he finally left for a moment.” He sighed.

“What, is he that annoying or something?” You laughed.

“No, not at all. I just don’t want him to make a snarky comment about this.” He huffed.

“About wh-mm!”

Kurapika leaned in the short distance and captured your lips with his, surprising you. Your blush flared up again almost instantly and your heart hammered against your chest. With his shoulder gently touching yours though, you were instantly soothed, and soon melted into the sensation. It was sweet and warm, and you were genuinely disappointed when he pulled back and his soft lips no longer touched yours.

“That’s what I was trying to do earlier.” He said. “Because you really do make me smile.”

“Can… Can you do that again too?” You asked quietly, a smile slowly spreading on your face.

“With pleasure.”

He kissed you again just as you asked, and this time you melted completely. You leaned in until your shoulders slipped past one another, his hand now resting on your thigh. The closeness was welcomed, having never been this intimate before. At first it was a scary thought, but once you touched, you both realized it was what you wanted and there was no need to fear rejection. You would’ve stayed like that for longer if you could’ve, but you could hear Leorio’s footsteps approaching from behind the booth. Both of you parted with hesitance, but didn’t want an ear blasting from the mischievous medic so you returned to your original positions. Kurapika’s hand still remained on your thigh though, which made you extremely giddy.

“I’m back! Did I miss anything?” Leorio asked as he sat back down.

“Mmm, not really.” You replied, unable to hide the smile that matched Kurapika’s.

“... Are you sure? Both of you are smiling. Did you say something funny to him?” Leorio pressed.

“Not exactly…” Kurapika said.

“Oooh. I know what’s going on here. I think I know what happened.” He smirked.

“Leorio… Not now.” You growled, getting redder.

He laughed at both of you, proud of his teasing. He absolutely knew what was up but thankfully kept to himself, and you put your head in your hands with a deep sigh. Kurapika gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze, meaning you could continue your thoughts with him later. All you needed was a little more time to put up with the banter over dessert until you’d finally get a chance to be alone with Kurapika again.

Not how you expected dinner to go, but it was a wonderful surprise nonetheless.

➵ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫

➵ 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

➵ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 𝟐𝐤

“Are you still single?”

It was an overused taunt between the both of you.

Miya Atsumu, the nation’s bachelor, had taken your journal away from you. His twin brother was getting married and he and his bride had hired you to ensure their day would be glorious.

“And who are you to say that, Miya-san?” You smiled after swiping your journal with all of your plans away from his sweaty hold. He stuck his tongue out when you laughed in triumph.

Each of his friends had fallen into the curse of matrimony—as Atsumu would call it. His teammates from Inarizaki, from MSBY, to the national team, and even his rivals have all settled down and some of them even had the “privilege” of having children. He had attended the majority of the weddings as the best man; and you had attended all as their wedding planner and that was how you met the ever so charming Miya Atsumu.

“What’s the excuse this time? Commitment issues? You know... you should probably be planning your own wedding soon, Y/N.” He laughed, playing with the nameplate on your desk. “We’re not getting any younger.”

“I don’t really see the need to get married. Commitment isn’t a joke, Miya-san—“

“Miya-san is my dad, just call me Atsumu.”

“I like my job, Miya-san.” You flipped through the demands of the couple. They wanted fancy but simple, memorable but special, a garden theme sounded nice but having the reception at a beach wouldn’t hurt, Elegant but hints of youth would be nice. That was as far as their requests went. The rest was up to the both of you.

Being a good friend of the bride and as the wedding planner, you had the duty of making their day perfect to suit both of their interests. As the brother of the groom, Atsumu was left in your care to help you out—a request from the couple.

Their special day rested in both of your hands.

Atsumu fumbled with his phone. “I’m just saying, most girls at our age tend to worry about settling down. And we’ve had at least seventeen weddings together in the last six years, right? Seven of them, I was the best man—not that I’m counting or anything.”

He miscounted. The both of you had seen each other at eighteen weddings total. At every wedding since the third, you would taunt each other regarding your relationship status.

He charmed a bridesmaid or cousin from two of those events but declined their company, danced on one of the tables two weddings ago and Osamu had to bring him down. He cried five weddings prior to this one because that wedding was where his first love married someone else that wasn’t him.

Rumors said he had been sleeping around since then—Atsumu would leave an indefinite and open response but his brother, Osamu, would oppose to say that Atsumu wasn’t the type to do so; and who better to believe than his own twin?

Despite all those times you mentioned you hated seeing his face at all those weddings, you loved him. When you’re about to lose your mind, he was always there to rescue you and take you away for a bit. Whenever one of the plans goes wrong, he somehow helps you come up with an alternative thanks to his connections. He was spontaneous yet reliable and you loved having him around.

And his signature cocky grin just made you just want to kiss the corners of his lips.

With a lazy yet cocky smile, Atsumu pocketed his phone. “Why don’t we get married next? That way you can finally plan the wedding of your dreams.”

“No thank you, do you have any idea how expensive weddings are?” You answered rather too fast.

“Money won’t be a concern with me.”

“It’s still a no.”

“Suit yourself.”

Five weddings ago—the same one where he cried his heart out, you slept with Atsumu Miya. The moment his warm hands pressed themselves onto your hips almost like a cry for help, you foolishly allowed him to have his way with you. He wreaked of tears, chardonnay and red wine, cologne from Ralph Lauren, and caramel tarts that night.

There was something about the way he whispered your name instead of hers like a prayer, or how his long and thick fingers stretched you out so well, how he carefully undressed you and looked at you like you were everything he wanted, how his feverish yet impatient touch burned on your skin, how his tongue felt and tasted like caramel against yours, or how he kissed you and said that he loved you.

You left immediately after he passed out on the pale white sheets of his bed. You had no place in his life. You were merely a wedding planner and he was just one of the attendees. There wasn’t a future with the both of you together.

It wasn’t love.

It was lust.

“Are you still single?” Atsumu’s habitual greeting came as he swung the door to your office open.

“As are you.” You clicked the pen in your hand while you tried to imagine a layout for the ceremony. “The groom wanted something traditional and his bride wanted something modern… I’m thinking of gray satin—“

“This isn’t the first time we worked together, right?” He immediately plopped down on the couch of your office. From where he sat, he could see fabric samples scattered and pinned on a desk, three whiteboards that blocked the windows full of table arrangements for the reception at a garden, contact numbers listed and posted all over your window.

It was messy—but you had a system.

“No it isn’t.” You looked back at him. Miya Atsumu looked so handsome and you couldn’t help but stare. He was dressed in a white tee and jeans, it was a simple outfit yet his top accentuated his broad chest and shoulders and the jeans around his thighs—

“The first was at Oikawa’s wedding or was it at Bokuto’s or Hinata’s?”

“No it was at Bokuto’s and then at Hinata’s, then it was at Oikawa’s”

He laughed, remembering how stressed you were handling all those events in a span of a year. Atsumu wondered if you ever took breaks. You rarely asked for help and never brought your personal life onto the table.

Atsumu knew so little about you.

You waved your hand in front of his face and mentioned that he was aggressively staring off into the void—too intense for your liking. It was like he was plotting a murder or something.

He pondered about a life with you. The nation’s best wedding planner and the nation’s eligible and most desired bachelor? That would certainly be a headline or a cover for a magazine.

Would you soon be wearing that navy blue dress from five weddings ago? That was his favorite dress on you.

A smile pulled at his lips, remembering how you teared up in gratitude when he managed to pull some strings and hired another media crew to document the wedding when the one you hired decided to back out on you six hours before the event.

They owed him a favor and he wanted to help you.

When you called him your hero and embraced him so tightly, he swore his heart stopped.

He wanted you to look at him like that again; seeing as how exhausted you tend to be when planning these events, you most probably needed a partner to help you out. If he had to stop volleyball, perhaps he could run this business with you—if you would allow it.

“Miya and Miya’s Wedding Planning Service.” Atsumu grinned to himself and locked eyes with you. “How does that sound to you?”

“If you and your brother are planning to buy my business from me, it’s not happening.”

“Oh, I was thinking of Miya,” Atsumu’s palm rested on top of his chest. “And Miya.” He then gestured over to you—fingers in your direction and palm facing upward.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion with a tinge of shock at the feeling of your cheeks burning. “What are you talking about—“

“Just painting a picture.” He leaned into the cushions of your couch. “It looks… less lonely and I see two happy people. What do you see?” There was a sound of an object breaking—or rather, crunching, behind him.

“Not a lot without my glasses.”

The professional athlete fished said object from the cushions and promised to buy you a new pair.

You waved it off.

One minute your face was so close to shriveling like a pathetic raisin within the walls of your office from stress, the next it was relishing in the soft breeze of the beach.

“What do you think?” Atsumu rolled the cuffs of his jeans above his ankles. “They loved driving to this spot every summer. This was where my brother and his girlfriend had their last date.”

He passed you the umbrella and dashed into the water, laughing like a child’s first time on the beach.

“Before he proposed?” The sand crunches under your toes. The resort nearby was owned by one of your cousins—it would make a great location for the reception.

“I think so.” He splashed the seawater your way and invited you to join him. You didn’t have the energy to scold him for dampening the cover of your planner.

You’ve seen him play on the court before. The way the lights would give him some sort of halo, his sweat glistening on his skin, the triumphant grin on his lips, the way his muscles tensed, his sharp eyes...

But to see him underneath the bright afternoon sun—it was different. Atsumu and the beach were a terrific mix. He was beautiful.

Atsumu was reliable, gentle when he wanted to be, a little crass and informal at times, judgemental, inviting, endearing, warm, smelled like autumn, safe and whatnot. There was just something alluring about him.

Setting your shoes and planner next to his, you roll up your slacks just below your calf muscle.

The setter beamed and cheered when you stepped into the waters and approached him. His hand was outstretched for you to take.

“We could have the wedding here.” He glanced at the waves foaming on the sand. “The bride really loves beaches so I believe we’d get plus points for having it here.“ He continued to ramble on about the possible arrangements.

You were too busy falling for him to remember that you were there to find a location for the ceremony and reception.

“I didn’t think wedding planning with you was going to be entertaining.” He squeezed your hands and softly placed his lips on the curves of your knuckles. “You know, my offer for Miya and Miya’s Wedding Planning Service is still open.”

Thirty hours until the wedding.

Everything was in place, all toxic invited guests were eliminated, never went above the budget, the bride is excited to officially wear her gown and change her surname, the groom is shaking in anxiety and finally got the acceptance of his father-in-law-to-be, none of the hired staff and crew looked like they were going to back out anytime soon...

Both parties were planning to celebrate the day before the wedding and you were planning to get some rest before you were going to be overwhelmed with pressure and stress that will come in the next couple of hours.

Five months of stressing over the pressure, planning, calls, negotiations, and connections finally paid off.

Atsumu had other plans though—he wasn’t interested drowning in blinding lights and beer that day. Leaving his brother with his peers, the setter had asked you if it was alright to see you.

How could you ever oppose?

The same taunting greeting came as soon as you both locked eyes but this time, there was a hint of hope in his tone. “Are you still single?”

“Who’s asking?” You lean on your doorframe.

“Will you be wearing the same navy blue dress you wore five weddings ago?”

“Are we going to keep asking questions—wait what?” Your stomach twisted out of shock. Navy blue dress? Five weddings ago? Does he actually remember what happened?

“I wasn’t drunk that night and neither were you.” Atsumu rubbed the back of his neck, processing the mixed emotions on your face. “I don’t regret it, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Were you planning to match with me tomorrow?” You could not help but smile at the way the tips of his ears burned red.

“I was.”

“Navy blue is not part of the palette, remember?”

“It should have been.”

His lips tasted like cherries that afternoon.

I like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it

A/N: I’m tired and Im stressed and when someone is tired and stressed, they make stupid decisions… like wanting to write for fandoms and characters I don’t usually write for

Pairing: Xiao x reader (reader = traveler ≠ aether/lumine)

Description: The mundane but precious comfort of a warm bed had never tempted him, until his bed was not so empty while he was away anymore.

Word count: 1835

Yakshas did not need sleep, or rather, they were not really given the luxury to make it a necessity.

It was not that evil spirits only come out after the sun was down. People tend to have the misconception that ghouls and all things vile could only haunt you when it was dark but that was simply not true. Anger and wrath did not know the difference between day and night, what was left of ancient demons now wandered through the meadows and creeping closer to where their preys were. The world was not the same as it was before. The lights burnt brighter and even at night, there would not be an inch where darkness could swallow you whole unless you leave the city. Still, the general consensus among the masses seemed to be that demons were the most furious when it was dark out.

The only reason why he chose to pick his battles at night was to make sure not one innocent soul had to walk in on the karma-ridden Conqueror of Demons.

The adeptus, who appeared to be young but was not exactly, had never had any words of complaint about what simply must be done. The wind always howled the loudest at night, the currents stirring in the air as another spirit vanished with a slash of his polearm. And as pained screeches of dying remnants of dead gods faded into the air, poisoned words of his past rang in his ear. Demons were smart, they knew how to pick at the strings that could make you crumble, that was how they stir up chaos even though there was nothing more than a fragment left of their physical state in the world. 

Screams and devoured dreams weighted on his shoulder together with the karma that ripped his skin apart but he stayed put, until the sun came up again and his job was over, at least until night comes once more.

He had been living like this for over a millennium. Day after day, year after year. Even when the people he was protecting put off their work to rejoice over each festivity in their calendars, he was still away from the lights and carrying on with what he had been doing every night. 

The mundane but precious comfort of a warm bed had never tempted him, until his bed was not so empty while he was away anymore.

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HEADCANON + VARIOUS || wearing their clothes

request: I don’t know why no one requested this classic yet but how would toge,yuta,and megumi react to female reader, wearing their clothes and acting like them?

note: lowkey boys brains will go brr brr  LMAO - but this one is so cute >< like i want to wear their clothes too~ i wanted this to be just like an ask but then i got sidetracked and it became a headcanon cx but i hope you enjoy it regardless~

pronouns: she/her

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hot moments | atsumu, osamu, kuroo, sakusa, akaashi

just some hot haikyuu boy things. i’ll be thinking of these for the rest of the day. i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it >:)

━ atsumu 

» when he wears a white shirt in the rain … imagine rain seeping through his shirt, making see-through, not completely see-through, just enough to see his toned muscles. the way the cloth clings onto his biceps- 

he’s a whole meal. 

» when he stretches and his shirt lifts ever so slightly to reveal his tummy. he’s caught the way your eyes widened as you watched, but never said anything about it ;) 

» when he sits with one knee propped up, his elbow resting on that knee …. mhm. mhmmm~ 

» when he casually palms ur butt or wraps his hand around your waist in public. when he walks around with his arm hung loosely over your shoulders, it lets you play with his hand too 🥺

━ osamu 

» his weight on one foot, one hand rested on the countertop while the other casually flips pan 

» when he throws dough up in the air and makes it look so easy 

i can watch him cook in the kitchen for days <3 

» ‘samu in black aprons. YES. YES YES YES 

» ‘samu wiping his sweat off with his forearm, looking as focused and unbothered as ever 

» when he cups your chin when feeding you food to avoid spilling anything. we love a caring man <33 

━ kuroo 

» IT’S THE WAY HE WEARS SUITS/BUTTON-UPS TO WORK EVERYDAY FOR ME 

» when his tie hangs slightly loose djfksldkfj 🤧(it makes you want to pull him by his tie and smoosh your lips against his)

» when he smirks (which is like 24/7, but that’s the point 😼)

» WHEN HE ROLLS UP HIS SLEEVES 

» when he takes sips from the matching coffee mugs he bought for the two of you 

» WHEN HE WEARS A WATCH AROUND HIS WRIST

i bet he’s real good with technology related stuff too >:) he’ll be able to recover ur lost files <3 

━ sakusa 

» when he steps out the shower, towel hanging dangerously low around his waist (his low ab lines are clearly defined), he flips his wet curls back and ruffles his hair using another towel

» and then he looks up at you with a goofy smile, completely unaware of how mesmerized you are 

» when he walks around with his hands in his pocket, looking like the CEO OF EVERYWHERE 😤

» when he occasionally sticks his hand in YOUR POCKET, gets your stomach fluttery every time <33

» open eye kisses. his eye contact daring you to deepen the kiss 😻makes you weak at the knees 

━ akaashi 

» every time he has his glasses on <33 

» when he’s working on transcript and occasionally taps his pen against his lips

» when he softly blows on hot drinks before taking a sip 

» when he slides his arm through his jacket sleeves- 

» WHEN HE SMILES THAT GENUINE SMILE OF HIS 

» when he softly chuckles at you, hiding his face behind his palm but you can still see the crinkle in his eyes 🥺

» HE’S TOO KIND FOR HIS OWN GOOD. he’s good with kids, animals, elderly people, literally everyone love him, as they should. husband material 😻