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which smau was the most fun to write?
i think i have recency bias bc i wanna say bruised but also on repeat was super fun to write
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80 with kenma please :3
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500 follower special: #80 “How can you think I’m anything but hopelessly in love with you?”
kenma x gn reader, probably ooc kenma, insecurities, hurt/comfort, very light angst, not proofread written content masterlist
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It's easy to love Kenma. It's harder to be loved by him.
They've learned over the years that he's not loud with his love. He shows it in little ways, unrecognizable unless you know him. He can sit with them for hours in complete silence, preferring their quiet company to being alone. He buys them small, frequent gifts, presenting each one to them without much fanfare. He lets them wear his hoodies. He's upfront and direct about his relationship status when interested fans question him about it. Kenma's attentive. Loyal. Dedicated.
But Kenma's not the grand gesture type. He doesn't vocalize his love often. He's not generous with physical touch. He likes to sleep soundly on his own side of the bed. He prefers relaxed nights in to extravagant dates. They know he loves them. He's told them so many times, in his own way.
And most of the time, these things don't really bother them. But sometimes, they start to add up, and even though they don't doubt that Kenma loves them, they start to feel like maybe he doesn't really like them.
It's been a long day. Work was difficult and long and taxing. Little things went wrong, and they added up. Small mistakes at work. Tripping on the train. Cracking their phone case. Kenma not responded to their string of texts. Burning their dinner. Cat puke. A headache. Kenma' silence.
It adds up.
And after they had cleaned up dinner and settled back down on the couch beside Kenma, he didn't acknowledge them. He didn't look up from the game in his hands.
And that was just sort of it for them.
They pulled their knees up into their chest, knotted their hands together, and let the thoughts run wild. Because Kenma's hardly spoken to them all day, and is it really that taxing for him to talk to his partner? Do they just not matter as much to him anymore?
It sort of feeds into itself, this sort of thinking. Sour thoughts spread and they can't stop the flow of emotion that makes their chest tighten and their eyes prick.
They press their face against the tops of their knees, trying to make themselves as small as they feel. And they're so caught up in the cyclical sort of thinking they don't notice when Kenma glances up at them from his game, or how the sight of them like that makes him abandon it at once.
So they don't expect it when his arms go tight around their curled up form, pulling them into his lap. "Tell me what's wrong," he says, voice hushed, not urgent but not uncaring.
All they can offer up in response is a shrug, not quite able to form the words. They focus on holding in their breaths, and keeping their eyes dry.
"Take your time," Kenma says, and does not move. He stays there, still and steady, cheek pressed to the top of their head.
A tear spills, and now they feel so stupid. Because of course he loves them, and they shouldn't be expecting more.
They inhale sharply, and try to steady their breathing before they speak once more. "It's dumb, and I know it's not true, but sometimes I can't help but feel like you don't like me," they admit, rushing through the end of their sentence once their voice starts to waver.
Kenma stills. “How can you think I’m anything but hopelessly in love with you?” he asks, and he doesn't say it with any particular passion or intensity. He's not mad or incensed. It's just a question Kenma doesn't know the answer to.
"I dunno," they mumble. "It doesn't bother me most of the time. But you're not an overly affectionate person, you don't always want to talk, and that's okay, I just," the strop, and exhale through their nose, "get insecure without that, sometimes."
It feels wrong to say it out loud, and when the words leave their tongue they almost wish they could take them back and reshape and rearrange them. Kenma doesn't move for a moment, but once he does, he lifts their hand and uses it to smooth out the top of their. "I'm sorry I made you feel that way," he says. "I can get stuck in my own head sometimes, I don't mean to make you feel neglected."
"It's okay, Kenma," they say, and it already feels like some of the weight's been relieved from their chest.
"No it's not," he's quick to counter. "And you don't have to feel bad for wanting affection from me. Especially when it's something I want to give you."
They sniffle, and lean up against him, head resting on his shoulder. "I love you," they tell him.
"I love you," he says, voice now firmer in the declaration, and he places a kiss on the top of their head. "And I like you a lot, too."
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an: THESE ARE TAKING ME FOREVER IM SORRY also this one was bad lmafo im so sorry
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eggyrocks · 12 hours
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GUYS I LOVELOVELOVE BRUISED LIKE I DEVOUR IT BUT I SAID THE EXACT SAME THING ABOUT CALLOUSED HANDS AND SYRUP WHICH BOTH GAVE ME INSANE TRAUMA FROM THE ANGST SO IM SCARED THAT BRUISED WILL BE WORSE
u guys i am so sorry but i love angst and hurt/comfort. the only thing i love more than reading it is writing it and also i have to be so real with u guys. the more i love a character the more i put them through in my fics.
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unpredictable ass schedule the universe does NOT want me to have free time lmao and i would be so genuinely annoyed by me i’m so sorry like ‘yup totally ready to watch my demon!!’ *does not watch it or report back* 😭 because tell me why the day after i SWORE i was gonna watch it i had the sudden urge to play guitar again. so i grabbed that dusty mf out the basement and got right to playing (my fingers are fucking done for btw shout out to my own summer for being the worst song to play ever 🫶🏾). then i realized i really didn’t have any time in my day after adding guitar in the mix. so you know what i did instead of sleeping ? WATCHED EPISODE TWO, THREE, AND FOUR OF MY DEMON ! IF YOU DON’T HAVE TIME MAKE TIME ‼️ so like where are yiu and what have you seen bc i probably over watched it nd i don’t wanna spoil it 😭
ALSO SYRUP ?!?!? LIKE HELLO ?!? I’M GLAD WE BROKE UP WITH THAT FUCKER BUT LIKE. honestly i love oikawa to death and reincarnation. but why tf did he post that. some things you keep to yourself AND THAT WAS SOME THINGS 😭 can’t wait 4 the next chapter AND AND I WILL BE STARTING BRUISED TODAY ‼️ I’M EXCITED I LOVE IWA SMMM
also i thought this was relevant information i learned i bet on losing dogs on guitar. just wanted to say that.
DO NOT EVEN WORRY ABOUT IT BC I GOT REALLY INTO IT AND IM AT EPISODE SIX LMAFO
SYRUP OIKAWA LOVES TO SHIT TALK AND HE LOVES TO BRAG AND HE LOVES TO WIN HE CANT HELP IT ‼️‼️‼️ i hope u love bruised it is my one true love <3
ALSO THAT IS RELEVANT INFORMATION THATS SO FUCKING COOL i wanna learn guitar so bad omfg u inspire me
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eggy can u rank ur smaus
no because you’re all gonna be mad at me if i put syrup last
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pink rgb gamer furniture that was a gag housewarming gift from the nekoma boys but kenma uses anyways because he's too lazy to build other furniture
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yare yare
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can’t believe i actually had to put cops dni on my rules LMAFO
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new grounds
part 0.2. CHRISTMAS TREE . . . 11.30.2023 - 12.3.2023
PLAYING IN THE CAFE . . . prune, you talk funny by gus dapperton
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yn did muster up the courage to ask kageyama how to clean the coffee machine right as he was about to clock out so he said "sure" and put down his bad but yn felt so bad afterwards she didn't even remember what he had told her to do the day after
but he had been so nice she made an effort to remember his name that time
tsukki and hinata were in anatomy and physiology when hinata called for a group meeting
tsukki read hinata's text moments before something bit his arm and he accidentally yelled in the middle of class
hinata did not apologize
everyone assured yams it was okay to keep tabs on his friends because he's just trying to make sure everyone's safe which is why he has a list of everyone's schedules so that anyone can easily reach out to another or if someone's not responding, he knows where they might be
yachi and tsukki are literally out for blood everday
the cafe does keep up the "curse of the gift card christmas tree" and pulls out a whiteboard every december to keep track of how many days it's been since it was last knocked over
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eggyrocks · 15 hours
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sorry i wasnt online for a while !! im the one whos stories got deleted, and NO i did not have a backup and neither did they give me a chance to save them. i never thought theyd get deleted bc it wasnt even smut it was NORMAL oneshots like …????? 😭😭😭 i had almost 100k reads and suddenly all gone
genuinely it’s so fucked like that’s so despicable i hate these fucking sites. i’m really sorry you lost your works that sucks so fucking much
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eggyrocks · 15 hours
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yayayayayay new bruised episode !!!!! i was waiting for it:D
ME TOO then i remember im the one who has to write it 😫
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eggyrocks · 15 hours
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readers on ao3 and wattpad are knocking down my door begging for me to finish my other fics but i cannot hear them over the sound of my love for bruised
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new grounds
part 0.1. COW MUG . . . 11.25.2023
PLAYING IN THE CAFE . . . this charming man by the smiths
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while trying to make this chapter an even number of pictures, i accidentally developed an entire subplot about mugs...i hope it didn't drag on for too long
the cafe is notorious for it's unique and one of a kind mugs
one night when yachi and keiji were bored out of their minds they began developing "laws" for some of the mugs like only using this one mug that says "✨ hello autumn ✨" for middle-aged white moms and their sugar free white mochas
the live laugh love mug is now reserved for karens
tree trunk mugs are reserved for people who come in wearing flannels
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akaashi likes his capybara mug because when he uses it people like to say "oh what's your mug? a barrel?" and he put down his mug and goes, "no, it's a capybara." and they think he's being sarcastic until he puts a literal capybara on top of the mug
bokuto continues to secretly live out his life as a pretty fairy with his pretty cottagecore mug
yn and yachi liked how silly their mugs looked
akaashi said "which one" to yachi because yes they have more than one alien mug
one of them they bought for the shop because yachi was messing around with ai art once and the ai could not create an image of a normal alien so she got it printed onto a mug to use at the cafe
kageyama came around to help with some of the laws as they made them up
yn keeps referring to kageyama as "the guy" because she doesn't actually know his name. yachi tried to introduce them but she completely disassociated the entire time
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cut to me screaming and yelling because this made me actually so happy i don’t even have a proper response
bruised part five -> my person
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Iwaizumi's certain he's being punished. Some kind of penance for a transgression in a past life.
Her arms are wrapped loosely around his neck, and his arms are hooked under her knees as he carries her towards their apartment on his back. And he can feel too much of her: her cheek resting against his shoulder, her fingers absentmindedly tapping against his chest, and the warmth of her breath on the skin of his neck.
It makes it harder to focus. It makes him want to forget about how it was Bokuto's shoulder she was resting on when he arrived to bring her home. And that's something he won't let himself forget.
And as if she can hear this thoughts and decides she wants to torment him, she squirms, nuzzling in closer to him, and whispering softly, "Haji," in his ear.
He swallows before he answers. She's the only one who calls him that. "What's up?" he asks, trying not to let his rising heartbeat or twisting nerves seep into his voice.
"This is like," she starts, and then pauses, blowing out a hot stream of air that lands right on Iwaizumi's neck and goes straight down to his gut, "fucking, the millionth time you've picked me up drunk."
"Yeah," he agrees with a chuckle. "Well, you're a sloppy drunk."
She offers up a hum in agreement. "You must really fucking love me to put up with me this much."
Iwaizumi thinks that his heart leaps up into his throat, for just a second. "Of course I do," he confirms. "You're my best friend, dumbass."
There's nothing she has to say in response. She turns her head to bury her face in the fabric of his shirt. The rest of their walk back is silent.
It's only a few more minutes before they arrive home. Iwaizumi doesn't let her down once they cross through their front door and he kicks off his shoes. He ignores the smug sort of look that (the somehow still awake) Kyotani tosses in his direction and brings her directly to her room.
He thinks that she's asleep by the time he deposits her on the edge of her bed, and he's ready to throw a blanket over her and slink back into his own room. But the second he places her down, a hand goes tight around his shirt, and she yanks Iwaizumi down to lie beside her. "Stay with me tonight," she says, not once opening her eyes as she lays her head down on his chest and wraps an arm around his middle. "Like when we were kids."
It's not anything like when they were kids. When they had sleepovers and she managed to convince them both that there were ghosts and demons lurking, and they needed to stay together for protection. Or when her parents would fight and she would sneak through his window, staying the night with him just so she wouldn't be alone.
It's not anything like that, Iwaizumi thinks, as he hesitantly settles back against her pillows, and places his arm over her shoulders. "At least take your shoes off," he mumbles.
Through the darkness of her room, he can almost see the way her legs shuffle and struggle to kick off her still tied shoes. But she does so without ever lifting her head away from his chest, flicking her ankles so her shoes soar across the room, landing in a spot they're almost certainly not supposed to be.
She sighs, content, and wiggles in place, like she's trying to settle in deeper to him. "Did you know," she starts, voice heavy with sleep and intoxication, "that you've always been my person?"
Iwaizumi looks up at the ceiling. Shadows from the light outside her window shift and reshape. "Whaddya mean?" he asks, barely a whisper. He wonders if she can hear his heart beat.
"I dunno," she mumbles. "You're just my person. Like, our lives are so intertwined. I dunno who I'd be without you. Like, if you disappeared from my life tomorrow, I dunno how much of me would be left. I'd be like, a new person, y'know?"
And there's no one she'd pick over you.
Iwaizumi breathes evenly and deliberately. There would've been a time in his life, and maybe it was pretty recently, that those words would've made his chest swell up with pride. Because of course he's her person. She's always been his. That's how it's always been. It's always been them.
But now, the words twist in his chest like a knife.
I don't think she'd have room for a romantic partner that's not you.
"Don't worry about that kind of thing," he says, turning on his side, facing her and pulling her into a tighter embrace. "I got you."
Her voice is muffled, so he almost doesn't hear it when she says, "I know."
Tonight, he can be selfish. Tonight, it can be just them. He can hold her in his arms and he can't pretend that things don't have to change. Tomorrow, he will make room. But tonight, it's just them.
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bruised part five -> my person
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Iwaizumi's certain he's being punished. Some kind of penance for a transgression in a past life.
Her arms are wrapped loosely around his neck, and his arms are hooked under her knees as he carries her towards their apartment on his back. And he can feel too much of her: her cheek resting against his shoulder, her fingers absentmindedly tapping against his chest, and the warmth of her breath on the skin of his neck.
It makes it harder to focus. It makes him want to forget about how it was Bokuto's shoulder she was resting on when he arrived to bring her home. And that's something he won't let himself forget.
And as if she can hear this thoughts and decides she wants to torment him, she squirms, nuzzling in closer to him, and whispering softly, "Haji," in his ear.
He swallows before he answers. She's the only one who calls him that. "What's up?" he asks, trying not to let his rising heartbeat or twisting nerves seep into his voice.
"This is like," she starts, and then pauses, blowing out a hot stream of air that lands right on Iwaizumi's neck and goes straight down to his gut, "fucking, the millionth time you've picked me up drunk."
"Yeah," he agrees with a chuckle. "Well, you're a sloppy drunk."
She offers up a hum in agreement. "You must really fucking love me to put up with me this much."
Iwaizumi thinks that his heart leaps up into his throat, for just a second. "Of course I do," he confirms. "You're my best friend, dumbass."
There's nothing she has to say in response. She turns her head to bury her face in the fabric of his shirt. The rest of their walk back is silent.
It's only a few more minutes before they arrive home. Iwaizumi doesn't let her down once they cross through their front door and he kicks off his shoes. He ignores the smug sort of look that (the somehow still awake) Kyotani tosses in his direction and brings her directly to her room.
He thinks that she's asleep by the time he deposits her on the edge of her bed, and he's ready to throw a blanket over her and slink back into his own room. But the second he places her down, a hand goes tight around his shirt, and she yanks Iwaizumi down to lie beside her. "Stay with me tonight," she says, not once opening her eyes as she lays her head down on his chest and wraps an arm around his middle. "Like when we were kids."
It's not anything like when they were kids. When they had sleepovers and she managed to convince them both that there were ghosts and demons lurking, and they needed to stay together for protection. Or when her parents would fight and she would sneak through his window, staying the night with him just so she wouldn't be alone.
It's not anything like that, Iwaizumi thinks, as he hesitantly settles back against her pillows, and places his arm over her shoulders. "At least take your shoes off," he mumbles.
Through the darkness of her room, he can almost see the way her legs shuffle and struggle to kick off her still tied shoes. But she does so without ever lifting her head away from his chest, flicking her ankles so her shoes soar across the room, landing in a spot they're almost certainly not supposed to be.
She sighs, content, and wiggles in place, like she's trying to settle in deeper to him. "Did you know," she starts, voice heavy with sleep and intoxication, "that you've always been my person?"
Iwaizumi looks up at the ceiling. Shadows from the light outside her window shift and reshape. "Whaddya mean?" he asks, barely a whisper. He wonders if she can hear his heart beat.
"I dunno," she mumbles. "You're just my person. Like, our lives are so intertwined. I dunno who I'd be without you. Like, if you disappeared from my life tomorrow, I dunno how much of me would be left. I'd be like, a new person, y'know?"
And there's no one she'd pick over you.
Iwaizumi breathes evenly and deliberately. There would've been a time in his life, and maybe it was pretty recently, that those words would've made his chest swell up with pride. Because of course he's her person. She's always been his. That's how it's always been. It's always been them.
But now, the words twist in his chest like a knife.
I don't think she'd have room for a romantic partner that's not you.
"Don't worry about that kind of thing," he says, turning on his side, facing her and pulling her into a tighter embrace. "I got you."
Her voice is muffled, so he almost doesn't hear it when she says, "I know."
Tonight, he can be selfish. Tonight, it can be just them. He can hold her in his arms and he can't pretend that things don't have to change. Tomorrow, he will make room. But tonight, it's just them.
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