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lookingforlia · 2 months

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Maybe Meant to be - Fake Dating pt.5

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4

Authors note;

sorry it took me so long to update,I’m going to be more active from now on🩷Also I have a request that I’m working on that I just saw,thank you sm to @luvizuku for requesting 😙Also the next chapters are gonna be out soon and they are going to be juicyyy so make sure you check those out once they’re uploaded 🤫🤫🤫

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As you walked out your dorm room with Bakugo leaving everyone else behind your heart was beating so fast you were sure Bakugo could hear it.Did he actually like you and was jealous?You wanted him to be so badly.

His back was facing you and you had gotten quite far from your dorm,so you decided to ask what has been on your mind since the minute you two left.

-So what is it?

Bakugo turned around and looked at you as if you were crazy.

-Whaddya mean what is it?!You were going to kiss if it wasn’t for me.It would be disgusting to watch and in front of everyone too.Can’t even imagine how humiliating it would be for you.And to kiss that Deku,you would have to be insane!

-Wait,w-what?

-What don’t you understand?I saved your ass because you are my friend.

So this was it.He was not jealous of you,he didn’t like you,it was just about how much he hated Midoriya all over again.He wasn’t jealous of you at all.Your mind wandered to the pictures posted by Uraraka last night.You remembered how Bakugo usually doesn’t let people post him.Uraraka meant something to him.Even if Uraraka had a crush on Midoriya it wouldn’t change how Bakugo felt about her.You were speechless.You can’t believe you got excited for this.You were just staring at him with wide eyes and saying nothing.You felt your eyes started to tear up so you turned your back to Bakugo.

-What?

-You are just…unbelievable.

-Huh?!How am I unbelievable,you are the one dating Deku!

You turned back around and saw he was fuming,yelling at you.

-Yes so what?He’s a great guy and I love him.I’m so glad I am dating him and not someone else!

He was startled as you said this,the sadness you felt wasn’t visible on your face,you were cold and done with his shit.You felt so heartbroken and you didn’t want to see him anymore.

You started walking away leaving without saying a word.Surprisingly,Bakugo didn’t say a word or run after you.You turned around to look at him even though you knew you shouldn’t and he had his back turned around power walking (😭) the opposite direction.

He didn’t even come after me.

You were about to cry and you felt you needed some air so you went outside.You walked for a little bit thinking about everything that happened in the span of two days.As you were walking you decided to sit on the cornering of the building.You were sitting your legs curled up,arms on your knees as you heard footsteps.You looked up hoping to see Bakugo and-

-Hey,are you okay?

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lookingforlia · 6 months

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This page is not politics free, but what I am about to talk about is not political. It is humanitarian.

I think everyone NEEDS to be educated on what is going in in Palestine now, as an active genocide of our time. Right here is a good link for information on the Palestinian plight, please feel free to peruse it.

Please, please consider donating to Palestine Red Crescent Society (a part of the Red Cross, which I'm sure you've all heard of), The Palestine Children's Relief Fund (to aid suffering children), and/or ANERA (the American Near East Refugee Aid, for humanitarian relief to refugees).

Given the blackout and subsequent indiscriminate bombings in Gaza today, everyone needs to spread information like this. There's a media blackout right now in the area (a deliberate cut off), and Palestinians are completely unable to communicate with the outside world.

If you're from the United States (or EU, I'm not entirely sure how representatives work over there) call your representatives as these two places are among the largest conglomerates of pro-Israel, pro-settler state allies. Voice your support for peace. Boycott until the Israeli occupation is no longer profitable.

The only way out is an end to the Apartheid state and occupation of Palestinian people. But in the meantime, do what you can to help the civilians currently suffering and spread awareness (that being said, awareness is not enough. Awareness alone will not help material conditions. Do what you can to protest, boycott, donate, and combat propaganda, to the best of your ability).

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lookingforlia · 10 months

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friends to lovers never had a bad track. “scared i’ll ruin what we have” SLAPS. “friendship cuddles while secretly dying inside” BANGER. “teasing each other and holding eye contact for a little too long” KILLS ME. and don’t even get me STARTED on “screaming i love you in the middle of a heated argument.”

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lookingforlia · 11 months

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bully tsukishima is just so awful to you, he pulls your hair and pinches your cheeks so hard that you think they might bruise. he feels no remorse for his actions, when he sees your lip wobble as you're trying not to cry he knows he's won. he loves when he pinches you so hard that you squeal in pain, he can never decide what's better feeling your pudgy flesh between his fingers or hearing you squeal, it makes him hungry for more of you, for more of the sounds you make and what sounds you'd make if he bit into your shoulder and sunk his fingers in your cunt. every time you would cry and try to run away but he would seek you out. it would only get worse when he had you completely cornered, when you both were completely alone together.

he saw you walking in the corridor and had to follow you into the bathroom, you were none the wiser. he wanted to see the fear in your eyes, needed it. it resulted in him shutting you both in together, chucking something against the door making it harder to enter, it was still possible though with enough force. that's exactly what you were thinking when you heard the door slam shut and whipping your head around you saw him standing there with a smirk. your only hope was that someone would notice, that someone would come in and see, someone would push hard enough against the door.

backing up against the wall, trying to gain as much distance from him as possible, you try to speak clearing and confident but even you can tell that you sound completely the opposite, your voice quivering, quiet and shaky, "what do you want tsukishima?" he doesn't answer you but laughs in your face, walking closer to you and making you feel trapped. he still doesn't answer you and you're too scared to speak, hoping that he'll leave you alone. he doesn't. he stands so close to you that you can feel his breathing and you know that he'll be able to hear your racing heartbeat.

he pushes his hands against the wall around you, encasing you so you're trapped under his scrutiny. the whole time he's moved closer to you you've kept your head down, hoping he'll leave you alone if he doesn't get a reaction out of you. that changes when he slams his hands down making you jolt at the noise and look up at him, and the look on your face is something tsukishima will never forget, with your arms trembling, eyes red and watery, tiny sniffles coming from you. god it's making him so hard.

before you even know whats happening he's kissing you. he bites your lip and in shock you let out a gasp giving him the time he planned to shove his tongue down your throat. still in shock, you're unable to move and get away from his grasp, you're not responding to his kiss but he knew you wouldn't. moving his arms from their current position he grabs hold of your love handles and kneeds them. he moves one of his hands and snakes it under your skirt and onto your thigh, making you shiver in the process, causing him to kiss you even harder, still not stopping and coming apart to breathe.

everything seems like it's happening all at once to you but also like it's in slow motion, it's very confusing. he reaches up under your skirt, feeling your plush thighs and mentally groans at how fucking good you feel. you finally have a reaction and try to push him away after he slaps your thigh, causing you to whimper and your thigh to sting. you try to wriggle out of his grasp making him snicker at you. he knows his own strength after years of volleyball he knows that if he actually hit you as hard as he could he could seriously hurt you and he doesn't want to cause you a lot pain, that doesn't stop him from spanking pretty hard though. he's wanted to do that for so long, to slap your soft skin. hearing the noise and seeing the ripples, it's even better than he imagined and he imagined it a lot.

finally he speaks, "be good for me, princess. if you're good, i'll be nice. if you cry again i'll be super nice. do you think you can handle that? i'll make you feel really good if you be good." he's so condescending, you hear that loud and clear but it's hard to focus on that as straight after he's said that he makes his way further up your thigh, reaching your pussy and grazing his fingers over your underwear, you're so wet that he can feel it and he's getting more annoyed at the fact he didn't do this sooner.

"fuck, maybe i shouldn't be nice to you, maybe i should be extra mean, i think that's what you really want? can you handle that too?" he smirks, holding onto you tighter and applying more pressure to his fingers, touching you with more purpose than before. you shake your head, you don't want him to be mean, you want to leave. you're trying to ignore how good he feels against your skin, how he's touching you in all the right places, how he'd be so pretty if he didn't talk as much, how his slender fingers are wrapped around your body and his glasses askew, they frame his face really well. you've always hated how hot he was and now how he kissed you like no one else ever had before, you liked it. "no?" he stops all movement, still caging you in but stilling his body, still smirking. he's waiting for your next move.

"no." you try to say loud without quivering like last time but you can't.

he smiles, almost sinister like and you can't help but wonder what's going on his head. he withdraws his fingers from his original position and stops leaning against the wall, giving you room to breathe. you're holding your breath, confused and on edge, waiting.

he goes to pick up his bag and turns around to leave, in the mirror he sees you still standing there, not having moved. "what you doing princess?" you stare blankly. he comes closer to you again, making you confused, this time all you can do is blink up at him, wondering what his game is. "you said no. come back to me when you know it's a yes. see you around, crybaby." he leans downs and softly kisses your cheek, he's never touched you so delicately before. he turns back around and leaves, leaving you there on your own, staring off into space, still feeling his touch all over you.

you just know that tomorrow tsukishima's going to get to class just after you so he can sit down behind you before anyone else gets the chance to, and then he'll spend the day tormenting you.

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lookingforlia · 11 months

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HQ BOYS AS HIGH SCHOOL EXPERIENCES as a newly high school graduate, here are the common experiences i've lived through + heard of from friends. the epitome of teenage assholes and entitlement.

ATSUMU ✰ vaping in the bathrooms look at him. there's no way mans is popular, has a little fan club, is on the volleyball team, without owning his own vuse, or mango peach guava dispo. during classes, breaks, it doesn't matter when or where, he's in there. a staple for the modern high school culture.

YAMAGUCHI ✰ overestimating your tolerance it's a tradition, that at your first high school party, you always end up drinking too much (and in the worst moments of egoism) you end up crossfading. then you black out, and throw up everywhere and make a complete fool of yourself.

SUNA ✰ not going home for a week this week is usually after exams, where there seems to be a roster of back to back parties. drinking night after night, that there seems to be no need to go back home, so you end up crashing at a friends.

TSUKISHIMA ✰ kicking underclassmen off your lunch table it doesn't matter what method is chosen, there's sitting on the table when underclassmen are already there, and the simple making harsh eye contact as you drop your bag down before they have the chance to.

MATSUKAWA ✰ pocketing lunch money for personal benefit this is probably the most common one, pocketing lunch money is the perfect opportunity and gateway towards becoming the plug, the supplier. it's also a way to keep extra money on the side without ever having to ask for it.

KENMA ✰ looking back and realizing that you've done nothing that feeling where everyone is stressing, but you realize there's nothing to stress about. all the tests, work, looking back it's NOTHING. you've never been stressing, and was just being overdramatic for the ambiance.

KUROO ✰ realizing these people are not horrible probably one of the worst revelations, because you've spent years hating these people but then as you start to leave and get to know them. you realize that they're not half-bad, you actually fuck with them.

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lookingforlia · 11 months

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Multiple characters

Angst -

I'm breaking up with you "

His voice loud through the crashing waves of the ocean . Waves shattering on the ground like my heart .

I knew .

I knew this was gonna come to it and I couldn't save us . I knew it wasn't working cause he was losing feelings . I knew he would run away because he was terrified of loving me . I knew he would push me away until there's nothing of us left. I knew , I knew yet I can't control the tears streaming down my face .

I knew that forever was a word meant for memories and not people .

" I understand."

My words come out as mare whispers .

"If we were meant to say goodbyes ,let me make a final request , please don't leave this place . " I say hoping to see his face , his smile , the stars in his eyes for one more day .

"I can't ."

He's not looking directly at me anymore.

"You are bad for me , and I am bad for you . I'm probably the worst thing that happened to you . You can't avoid this ."

I can't , I know .

"But that's a lie , I'm glad I met you . "

"Don't say that , I hurt you over and over again . I ruined what we had all over my problems ."

"No , my smile exists because of your presence in my life . You have no idea just how happy I was with you . "

"Thank you , you taught me a lot about myself ." He cuts me off reminding me one more time that I don't have the power to prevent endings. It's just like every other course of life .

I sink my tears in looking him in the eye, giving him one last smile .

"Thank you for everything. Meeting you was a blessing ."

"Even my Friends agreed ,You deserve more than me ."

"Your friends don't know that I'm not all sunshines. And you're not just the moon . You hold entire galaxies and stars in your. And If I ever let them see my darkness they would never look at me like I'm the sun . "

He says nothing . His lips curve into a matching sad smile with mine. I know , I know this is goodbye . I wish it wasn't , I don't wanna say goodbye . But I know there's nothing I can say to prevent him from leaving . And somewhere between the eye contact we exchange , the need to exchange words becomes vain .

He walks away , slowly disappearing from my sight . Or maybe he doesn't , I can't even tell my vision runs blurry till I hold his image in my mind and voice ringing in my ears . Holding onto my happy memories for one last time since my heart refuses to let go .

Because hate might be a choice , love isn't. And even if it ended , I do not regret loving him . Just because it ended doesn't mean it wasn't worth it .

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lookingforlia · 11 months

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Who wants angst ? Get in here I'm feeding you .

#i realized my audience is a bunch of mentally unstable people and enjoy angst.

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lookingforlia · 1 year

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HAIKYUU BOYS AS [MODERN] HIGH SCHOOL BOYS a/n: i'm talking about a level of realism that has been ignored for so long, but super accurate because i am in high school and i know everything. keep in mind, they are teenage boys! they're not angels! they're evil incarnate.

ATSUMU ➢ the guy who carries around the speaker it's the big jbl speaker with the strap. always playing drake, uzi vert, carti, the weeknd, or 21 savage – sometimes there's a sprinkle of UK drill or afro beats. on the way to class there's always something playing.

HANAMAKI ➢ the guy who never shows up we all question how he managed to graduate. the last time he's attended a full week of school was when he was 15. he skips days on end, and shows up on his study hall days.

MATSUKAWA ➢ the plug he's stocked up. disposable vapes, e-liquid, cigarettes, weed. whatever his friends, or underclassmen needs, he's got. he pockets all his lunch money, is not stingy with prices, but always has the best flavours.

SUNA ➢ always late to class he walks slow. in the morning, he takes a detour around the school showing up 25 minutes late and blames it on the bus. always late to exams, and teachers have given up on him.

KUROO ➢ the whore he pulls, and is famous for it. a sort of playboy with charm but bad pick-up lines and doesn't know how to flirt. it's amazing how he gets by with the lack of game.

YAMAGUCHI ➢ the guy who gets adopted by a group of girls there's always one. it's a group of girls that have made him their own, he gets invited to the girls nights in, he knows all the gossip and drama. he watched pen15 when he was younger, and now realised how accurate it is.

IWAIZUMI ➢ dry as fuck don't try to talk to this guy. he doesn't speak unless you're close friends. he's super quiet and just kind of stares. he is dry as fuck, there's no way anyone – other than the bros – can have a proper conversation with him.

OIKAWA ➢ takes P.E / gym too seriously we get it! you like sports, but calm the fuck down. when people find out they're sharing a class with him, they groan and dread it. he's too competitive for his own good and easily becomes the enemy.

AKAASHI ➢ the IB student. complains about work load and getting a five on his summative. hates CAS but consistently meets expectations, wrote his extended essay in a night. says he needs to study but spends more time partying on the weekends. he can be an academic and still be a normal (popular) high school guy, remember that.

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lookingforlia · 1 year

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This isn’t the first time Iwaizumi’s heard the team talking about you.

“Just seems ta not wanna be here an’ doesn’t even like us…” Miya reflects after practice as Bokuto fervently nods. “Never comes out with us, even ta eat…”

Kageyama grumbles “doesn’t stay late when we’re doing extra practice.”

“Hasn’t shared any social media with us,” Hoshiumi adds.

He thinks about it a lot, what the guys said.

What they’ve been saying.

You’re a different kind of manager than most of them have had and from the outside it would seem like you’re not particularly invested in the job, in the team.

Everything the guys say is true.

You’re not overly enthusiastic, you don’t spend any time with anyone on the team outside of practice, you don’t show up early and don’t stay late, no one’s been able to find you on social media, and no one’s been given your cellphone number. You have a work phone through which they can reach you but it’s not yours.

And then they find out.

“Completely makes sense now…Uncle Hibarida’s the one we hafta thank fer our manager,” Miya complains. “A bit’a nepotism an’ we’re denied a key asset.”

There’s a round of shared sentiments and you’re suddenly even more out-of-the loop than before.

Iwaizumi hates that he’s starting to feel the same way. “I just…I’m trying to understand the hiring decision…” he offers after asking Hibarida about you and why you’re so…apathetic.

The coach measures Iwaizumi with a look but he doesn’t offer an explanation; he just pats Iwaizumi on the shoulder and walks away. Without a satisfying explanation, or any explanation at all, Iwaizumi wonders if you’re going to make it as their manager.

Suna’s off his game.

He knows it and he’s doing everything he can but it’s not working. No matter how much extra time he puts in on the court or in the weight room he just can’t get out of this slump and he’s internally panicking that he’s going to get benched.

When practice gets out he feels lost. Everyone’s got a place to be and he lingers in the locker room, dragging his feet to go home wondering if he should stay and keep trying.

“Suna?”

He’s surprised that you of all people call him out of the locker room. “Yeah?”

You search his expression for a long moment and deeply inhale, like you’re hyping yourself up to face a big obstacle. “Come on.”

“Huh?” His expression scrunches up. “Where?”

“Conbini.” You’re almost frowning.

“Ookaay…” Suna awkwardly tags along curious and confused as to what’s happening. You don’t try to make any small talk along the way and when you lead him to the candy section you just stop and point to the “chuupets?”

You nod inscrutably. “They’re your favorite, right?”

His narrow eyes flick to you, taken aback. “Yeah…so?”

“So,” you sternly reply, “pick some out. My treat.”

“But…why?” His eyes narrow even more at you. “We’re not even allowed to have treats. Iwaizumi’s gonna flip.”

You cross your arms. “If he has a problem with it, he can take it up with me.” When Suna doesn’t make any move your arms fall back to your sides. “Okay, look…I know we’re not…friends…but I do care. You’ve been having a hard time recently and need a…well…I don’t know,” you admit self-consciously and shift your weight. “I just thought…” You sigh in defeat. “Let’s just forget this…Sorry.”

You step past him to leave-

“Green Apple.”

You freeze.

He tentatively picks up a package, avoiding your gaze.

“When I was little my favorite flavor was green apple…” the plastic crinkles in his hand. “I don’t like it anymore…Hate it, actually…But sometimes I eat it anyway…just to see if I can feel all those good things about being a kid again.”

“What’s your favorite now?” you ask quietly, looking at the assortments with him.

“Pineapple.”

“Then we’ll get both,” you offer without hesitation and take the biggest variety pack, the only one with both flavors and bring it to the counter.

Suna’s still by the candy section when you’re done paying.

“You coming?” you call. Though he gives you a mystified look, he nods and follows.

Iwaizumi’s on the bus when he sees you and Suna sitting on a bench together. He only has a glimpse as the bus drives by–are those candy wrappers between you?! There’s no doubt candy isn’t allowed on the diet plan but for the first time the two of you are smiling and the next day at practice Suna’s in top form.

He doesn’t bring it up but ever so slightly

something shifts.

Bokuto’s next.

The owl disappears during practice one day after a hearty round of laughter that wasn’t necessarily directed at him but it was definitely because of him.

“He’s done this since high school,” laments Yaku.

Miya sighs “he’s a sensitive boy.”

From the corner of his eye Iwaizumi sees you slip out of the gym while the others debate sending someone to find him.

“Seriously,” Yaku assures them, “he’ll hide somewhere for a little while and come moping back around.”

“You guys keep practicing. I’ll take a look,” Iwaizumi offers to a round of gratitude.

He doesn’t have to wander far until he hears your low voice.

“Is that better?”

“Yeah.” Bokuto sounds unnaturally small. Iwaizumi stays out-of-sight, waiting for something else to happen but Bokuto asks “what are you doing?”

“Keeping you company,” you simply reply.

“But…why?”

Iwaizumi imagines–tries to imagine–you shrugging your shoulders. “I don’t like being alone when I’m upset…” You consider something for a long moment. “It’s hard…because usually people want to do something…like they can fix it…When all I really want is to not be alone.”

You’re both quiet for a while before Bokuto softly admits “usually everyone just tells me to cheer up.” You wait quietly as he adds “but it just makes me feel worse…I just want to be sad!”

“Sometimes people can’t handle seeing someone act in a way that doesn’t fit the person they think they are.”

“Huh?”

Iwaizumi smirks at Bokuto’s confusion but there’s no trace of humor in your response, only patience as you rephrase it. “Everyone sees you as the ball-of-energy Bokuto. And they’re too fragile to understand you get sad, too. You have every right to your feelings Bokuto for however long you need to feel them.”

Iwaizumi’s heart aches when he hears the emotion in Bokuto’s voice. “Thank you.”

After that it’s Kageyama who’s having trouble with his nails and nail file. Iwaizumi catches a glimpse of you giving him something after practice and the next day Kageyama’s meticulously caring for his nails with a glass-crystal file.

Then Sakusa who states displeasure about the lack of hand sanitation throughout the facility and finds new stations set up a few days later.

Ushijima who stares at his phone for a long time until you sit with him and help write a reply to something.

Finally Kiryu who goes out for a run after practice. Iwaizumi doesn’t think anything of it until you dash out; he follows and gets to the lobby in time to see you speeding off on a bike after Kiryu. On his way home he catches sight of you, the two of you, sitting on the same bench you shared with Suna as you listen intently, patiently to the over-thinker who’s clearly venting.

It becomes clear that you care for them, just in your own way.

Sure you don’t stay late or arrive early every time one of them does but there are too many monsters to keep up with and if you tried, you’d never leave. So you’re not here extra but when you’re here, you’re here. You’re not the out-going or bubbly manager many of them are used to but you go above-and-beyond for them.

It’s clear you want to be here as much as they do.

So when they have their first press conference of the Olympics and someone from the crowd insults the vertically challenged members of your team?

You have to be contained.

With walls of muscle like Ushijima, Ojiro, and Hyakuzawa, it’s laughably easy for the team to hold you back. It doesn’t stop you from spitting venomous challenges for the coward to show themselves so you can properly insult them back, though,

“Seriously? You think that was bad?” Hoshiumi comments. “Do you even see what people say on twitter?”

“No, I don’t have one,” you reply. “What do they say?”

In his shock he misses your question. “You don’t have one? What do you have, then? Instagram?”

“No.”

“Tik Tok? Facebook? Discord? Tumblr?” He gags “myspace?”

You laugh “no! I don’t use any social media.” A moment of realization comes over you and you ask “wait…what do to they say about you guys on those sites?”

If there was any doubt left in how you felt about the team, it’s gone after your reaction.

“I was wrong about ya,” Miya admits as the team moves into the dorms for the Olympics and he sees the special attention given to everyone’s needs, put into the specific accommodations for each athlete. “Fer a grumpy little scrub…yer a good manager.”

Iwaizumi sees the small and private but glowing smile as the setter walks away.

In the way you defend them from negativity, intervene when reporters are being unprofessional or fans too intense, and support them from start to finish more than anyone else, you’re their champion.

Their heart and soul.

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lookingforlia · 1 year

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Tsukishima x reader

Fluff , comfort

Tsukki having a crush on you, jealous tsukishima.

Your best friend Kuro's steps halt's for a moment when he spots you just going on another day , getting lunch on a random bench around the campus. Lost in your own thoughts and eyes stuck on the notebook sitting Infront of you.

"well hi there. " He says casually jogging towards you . Your return the greeting with a soft smile.

It doesn't escape the boy sitting beside you you're sharing earphones with. Even Kuroo sweats the way Tsukishima's eyes snaps up at him . You don't even have to look at him to know exact same what salty expression he's giving for Kuro to suddenly be so nervous . He thinks you have no clue . But ow you do.

But how can he not. You guys were having a moment. Cutesy love songs playing in his phone , from the playlist he specially made for you. But now he can't tell you that can he.

He sits giving Kuro dilivering the same salty expression until the poor boy gets uncomfortable enough to call ends to the smalltalk he put up with you and walks away with excuses of club activities .

He sighs out loud , not hiding from you his distaste for the boy . But ow you know . He thinks you don't , but he's bad at lying when you get to know him.

"why did you have to do that ?"

"do what ?"

"scare him off. "

He scoffs at the interrogation . He knows he can't lie to you . He doesn't want to , but he has to mask it with something. Because there's no way he would let that be . "why is he your type ?"

"Nope ." You answer without delays.

"what's your type then ? Brunettes? Mussles ? "

You smile at him for a second before replying. "Nope , I like tall blonds with brown eyes. "

The effect of the words is very visible. Tsukishima's face goes bright red eyes widening comically . And he turns his head away to stare at his phone . He doesn't say other word until the break is over. But he doesn't have to. You already know.

Tsukishima likes you too.

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lookingforlia · 1 year

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Send me an ask with an assumption you've made about me, and I'll tell you if it's true or false. :)

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lookingforlia · 1 year

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Tsukishima x reader

Getting walked on in

Minors DNI

Semi smut , we don't get to the actual act.

Your checks burn in a bright shade of red while he sits you in his lap hands on your hips grinding you on himself . Your face twists in pleasure . A bit ago you guys were arguing about who's got more restraint , and here you are on your boyfriend's lap while his eyes pierce through yours the whole time making you strip of every piece of sanity you had left.

"stop looking at me like that. "

"like what baby ?" He chuckles from his chest .

"like I'm powerless over you. "

His lips curve up into a grin that only sends more heat to your core .

"But you know you're powerless over me. "

He moves one hand from your waist to run circles on your clothed clit . And almost involuntarily it pulls out a moan from your throat.

You can feel his eyes darkening on you. And you could never ignore the twitch if his hardening cock under you.

" Such a good girl for me. " He breathes out. You look back at his eyes finding them still searching for yours. Loosing your last bit of self retrain you pull your shirt off . And he looks at you , almost in predatory manner. But to your expectations he doesn't move. His hand .

"you need to tell me what you want princess . I'm not doing it if you don't say it. " He says quickening his pace on your clothed clit. You were sure he could feel your juices running down his pretty fingers at this point. And it made you moan again in frustration. You knew you wanted more . He knew that you knew . And suddenly you could slowly feel your self restraint slipping away from your mind .

The door opening suddenly breaks the tension between you two.

"tsukki , I was wondering you could tell me which headphone would be -"

Yamaguchbi freezes realizing what he walked into.

And your boyfriend's composure is suddenly gone now with his face flushed in all shades of red . Pretty sure he was debating if to jump off his window at an instant or kill his friend or both in order. Attempting to cover his face with one of his hands and shielding you with the other one , he looks up at him .

"get the fuck out Yamaguchi " he yells out in embarrassment. Yamaguchi didn't stand there for the yelling to come following him. He closed the door in absolute panic as fast as he could .

You could hear sounds of laughter outside from Tanaka and Nishinoya already laughing at the incident knowing very well the reason of Yamaguchi's sudden panic .

You and tsukishima knew they're gonna tease you about this for the rest of your lives.

((An: omw to touch some grass cause this was the first smut I wrote. Sorry if it's bad 😭😭))

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lookingforlia · 1 year

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Demon Tsukishima

Part-1

Warnings : dark magick

She sat in the middle of a protection circle , muttering a chant quietly in her breathy tone . Drops of sweat run down the nape of her neck . A lit candle in her dark room lighting up her skin into a beautiful honey shade, she looked tired with the lack of sleep yet her eyes were decorated with pinkish eyebags .

The candle flickered.

"State your business ." A deep voice enteruppted the silence of the room . Ringing her off her guard as If a loud alarm has been set off. She squinted her eyes open glancing at the figure resting peacefully on the floor .

" Are you a demon ? "

"I'm pretty sure you called for one. "

She took a few seconds to register that in her mind as she stares at him in alarm and curiosity.

"I know I'm handsome but your silence is making me uncomfortable." He talked as if he was bored to even be in her presence. But of course she had no regards for it. Not when she finally summoned a demon .

She gulps unknowingly not really being able to form direct words she sits there gaping at the boy in silence .

They read into each other's eyes untill the awkwardness of the air turns into a strange comfort .

"You've never summoned one before ?" He inquired , shattering the peaceful silence between them making her realize she's been staring at him for a few seconds too long .

Too long for it to just be curiosity.

"No , this is my first time. " she replied . An amuse making it's way into her facial expressions.

"Yeah you're making that very obvious. " He makes another snarky remark without breaking the eye contact . It was a lie if he said he wasnt amused either . It's not everyday he meets a human who looks him in the eye .

"State your business ." He said , this time , voice turning the atmosphere of the room into a slightly colder one.

"I need you help ." She replies without delays . A certain desparation in her voice . And ofcourse it didn't go unnoticed by the demon boy .

"I hope you know the costs ." He hummns.

"I'm aware ." She replies instantly but then , hesitates before speaking again , " but can you do it ? "

A histericall laughter fills the room . "I am a demon , are you actually asking me that ? "

" I asked because it is something impossible ."

He stares at her for another few seconds trying to process her words . And suddenly it hits . " It's bringing back the dead isn't it ? "

She was speechless at his accuracy ." Yes ." She confirms . " But can you do that ? Is it possible ? "

Although his expressions changed he still covered a smirk , " What do you think ? "

"I think only god can do it , but , he hasn't been answering my prayers and cries . So I called for someone who might ."

Desperation ,

That's a very common trait of the people who usually make deals with the devil ,

They sell out their most important possession out of that desperation. And when they do it , they don't consider what they're loosing could also be very important .

Because when you posess something precious , you dont realize it's value until you loose it. And once do , it's most likely too late.

"You would have to pay a bigger prize ."

"It's my soul right ? . . I'm willing. " The words come out as a second nature .

It kinda takes the demon boy aback for a second because he's never met some so aware and still so willing to jump into the pits of fire by their own will. It's not brave , It's stupid , its impulsive , and they would regret it.

They always do.

"It might take a little bit more than your soul. " He pulls our a coin from his pockets playing with it on his fingers .

"What is that ? "

"Depends ," He mumbles . "On what's the most precious possession you have to offer."

She lets her mind wander for a moment for all the possible things she could value after throwing her life away. But there was nothing that came around her mind. Because she already threw her life away , what can still be precious to you when you know you're gonna extinct anyway . What could she still experience when she won't be even allowed to have it the moment she signs her life away ? Is there anything to loose ?

"I would do whatever you ask me to ," she declares ,

stupidly .

Again , giving herself up so easily .

The demon boy's lips curve upward ."So whom are we resurrecting? " He questions , still the coin between his fingers .

"Sugawara koushi . " The name bounces off her lips like a forgotten poem.

"Lost love ? " He chuckles mockingly the sound echoing from his throat .

He couldn't help but mock her , she's the stupidest type , the type to make disitions based on her emotions , native enough to let her emotions control her. Hurt her or ever kill her .

She was the type to sell her soul for others , selflessly , without thinking twice ,

And she was the type to regret it when the happy times return back into her life and tries to change the deal.

She was the type he hated the most.

"Ex boyfriend ? "

"No, we never dated , " she replies pausing a bit ."I never got the chance to tell him I loved him. "

"I would need his memories , " he speaks with a smirk painted in his face all the way up to his eyes.

"What ? "

"He wouldn't remember you , he wouldn't remember dying , as if the time went back , and he never met you , " the boy observed her reaction .

"It's okay , it's fine with me ." She looks up with her eyes stronger again . "It's fine as long as he's alive. " the desparation still ringing in her voice .

"Alright then ," he tosses the coin in the air and it falls right into the plan of his hand . His eyes glows red , illuminating the dark room brighter than the candle itself .

" What is your name ? " He asked . his voice echoed off walls of the room .

"Ayla Hamasaki ." She spoke , knowing very well that whatever she was getting herself into is gonna be agonizing .

it was gonna be the end of her ,

And she knew that .

He hoped she did.

"I'm Tsukishima kei . And I hope we have a fair deal now ."

Ayla looked death right in it's eyes as she bored into Kei's .

She was sure of herself.

Selflessly , something that should be stated as stupidness ,

She comfortablely held onto the newfound hope she met in the darkest pits of hell , intertwining fingers with death on the other hand.

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lookingforlia · 1 year

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Demon Tsukishima x reader

(prologue)

Warnings : blood , death .

"Only love can kill a demon ."

As soon as he pulled out the knife from the skin of his stomach covered in blood . His wound healed instantly as if it was never there. And all that remains is the deep stain on the torn fabric as evidence that the knife was there .

"If I were you I wouldn't do that ."

His face twists in slight pain which shows through his grin at the man who was trembling in fear of his glowing yellow eyes .

"Why are you still alive ?" The man's voice shuttered in visible terror.

"If you could kill demons with knives , life and death would be so simple won't they ?" He asked the man who just stabbed him looking dead in his eyes.

The moonlight lit up his proclain skin and glowing red eyes . His features looked like art . He looked ethereally Beautiful , yet terrifying .

"How long do you plan to follow me around ?" The man cried out eyes pleading for mercy .

"You promised your soul to me in return on money. And I gave you all the wealth you wanted. What do you mean by how long ?" The boy interrogated."don't assume you're gonna be off the hook for payback . According to our contract your soul energy is mine after you die. " He curves a side of his lips into a sarcastic smile at the middle aged man he was talking to . He gulped in response.

They stood right around a dark alley in an empty street. And tragically , the lampost of that exact place didn't seem to work and kept flickering. So the darkness of the night was more apperent.

"I-I didn't agree to that." He roared . Tripping over his feet, he attempted to run away , trying to escape the boy he saw his death in . As he ran out of the street into a bigger avenew . A huge truck hit him before he could register it's existence coming his direction.

In a split second he laid on the street drenched in his own blood unable to run any longer.

The boy looked down at his shoes before looking up at the body again. nobody would save him . No being would be brave enough to .

He slowly walked down to the man who was at the brink of death . Meeting his eyes while he was counting his last breath .

"Creator really did a us demons a favor by making promises a real thing . " The boy smiled but it didn't reach any other feature of his face." You can't go back after making a promise with a demon. "

Death is a stranger for the ones who never experienced it , maybe that's why , when they're looking at it in the eye they look so miserable. Because ever since they took their first breath death was holding their hand . And it walks you all through life . It's strange how humans live so unaware of how it's gonna be the only outcome of their journey . No matter what path they choose , their lives always come to an end .

But no matter how much they pretend that death is not always lingering around , reality would come by one way or another to remind them that it doesn't like being insulted.

"You can't go back on a contract ." He pulled off his headphones off his head messing up his blond hair.

"Tsk" he pitied the man before he spoke . "It's tragic that you have to die right now since you had a few more years left to live ." He smiled sarcastically . "But you broke your promise so , god's will. " He shrugged his shoulders with a laughter erupting from his chest .

He closed his eyes feeling the energy of the man's soul absorbing into his body . His yellow tinted hair waves in the intensity of the human soul energy. After he's done he opens his eyes and takes one last glance at the man's lifeless body . His eyes held no expression or agony or pity for the dead . Then he turns around and walks away . Not talking another look at him.

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lookingforlia · 1 year

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yes to demon tsukishima

I'm working on it 😭 .

Actually thank you guys for all the support , im so deeply grateful for that.

Also I need suggestions , who would you guys prefer as the second malw lead ? Hinata or kageyama or sugawara?

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lookingforlia · 1 year

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I am deeply suspicious of Dazai’s character because like, he isn’t the protagonist. At all. Atsushi is the protagonist of the main manga and Dead Apple, Akutagawa is the protagonist of BEAST, Kunikida of Dazai’s entrance exam, Oda of the Dark Era, Chuuya of Fifteen and Storm Bringer. And yet, Dazai still sits at the center of all those stories. By all logic, he should not be as important to the story as he is. But here he is, absolutely fundamental to every part of BSD. He moves the plot forward. He is the puppet master, the hidden hand, the author of the narrative. I need to examine this in detail but like, isn’t that a bit weird?

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lookingforlia · 1 year

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Tsukishima x reader

Genre : fluff , comfort .

Cuddling with tsukishima feels so nice , because he's tall his hands reach all the way around your back . And you can easily rest your head on his chest or shoulder. He's acts like he hates affection . But would whine if you pull away from his embrace because he secretly loves the way he can feel your soft heartbeat against his skin . There's something very intimate about that.

He wouldn't wanna admit it but he likes the softness of the moment and the comfort of being in each other's embrace. It makes him feel loved.

You kiss the tip of his nose before softly connecting your lips with his melting into a soft kiss . When you pull away you find his eyes darting away , anywhere except meeting yours.

You second-guess yourself before he nuzzles his nose in the skin of your neck burying his face in your skin .

"you good ?" You ask running your fingers through his soft hair .

"mhm" you feel him softly mumbling into your neck . Bathing into your scent. Still refusing to meet your eyes . "Gimme a second ." He says taking you aback for a second .

But then you take notice of the violent red color on his ears .

" Are you blushing tsuuki ? " You tease him . In response he tightens his arms around you mumbling a quiet "shut up ."

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