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rceibo · 9 months
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casi nunca nadie dice que yo estoy enamorado tuyo
i was gonna add the lyrics, but they sort of ruined the whole thing a little bit i guess… anyway i think abt third year them a lot
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kimbapisnotsushi · 11 months
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haikyuu is cool because you go and read things like "talent is something you make bloom, instinct is something you polish" "because people don't have wings we look for others way to fly" "today you are the defeated. what will you become tomorrow?" "we are the protagonists of the world" "and if you get really really good, someone even better will come and find you". and you read about how like. kageyama was learning to love again after it was ripped away from him and hinata was learning that he could jump high enough to become the sun itself and oikawa and ushijima and atsumu and kuroo and everyone else were all learning and trying and living with the hopes of becoming something greater than they ever could have dreamed but that something greater wasn't about winning it all it was about how they were so intricately tied that they will forever be part of the same path no matter how many times it splits and it's THE reason they are able to keep moving forward no matter what they may face. and then you're just expected to continue your life afterwards like nothing HAPPENED.
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elainiisms · 1 year
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how i be consuming media
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l-e-i-k-o · 19 days
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two lesbians who hate each other but can't get enough of one another.
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molsno · 8 months
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GOOD ENDING: nintendo revises ttyd's script to restore the references to vivian's trans identity in the english localization
NEUTRAL ENDING: nintendo reuses ttyd's script exactly as it was without changing anything and vivian's transness remains censored in the english localization
BAD ENDING: deciding to opt out of the ongoing culture war against trans people for fear that the controversy will harm their profit margins, nintendo revises ttyd's script to remove every reference to vivian's trans identity from all languages
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ministarfruit · 5 months
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I also did mock CGs of them for fun!!
(doppelgänger magni and vesper concepts)
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luvring · 11 months
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LIAR!
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gn!reader | established relationship, reader teasing hajime, just some fluff in bed :-)
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iwaizumi wishes the effect you had on him wasn’t so maddeningly obvious.
it would have been one thing if only he knew, or if everyone but you knew—he could deal with the knowing looks and playful nudges from his friends every time he mentioned your name in passing. but unfortunately for him, you were just as aware as the rest of the world that iwaizumi hajime had a soft spot for you and only you.
this was true from the moment you met and he stuttered while introducing himself, to the first date where he let the door slam his fingers at the sound of your laugh, to right now as he forced himself not to look at your pleading face. he knew—the both of you knew if he did, there was only one possible outcome.
“hajime.” your voice calls from the other side of the bed.
hajime tenses slightly before replying with as level a voice as he can muster, “babe.”
“just once? please?”
he lets out a breath. “this won’t work on me.”
“are you sure?”
“yes.” liar.
“liar,” you echo his thought, amusement clear in your voice.
hajime almost laughs.
the mattress dips behind him, and the blanket is loud in your otherwise quiet bedroom as you shift closer. “are you sure?”
this time you’re only met with silence.
your boyfriend was a terrible liar around you, and no response was the easy way out.
“come on, haji,” you drawl, moving even closer. hajime can feel the warmth of your breath against his neck, and watches as your hands come to hold him from behind. they smooth the folds of his shirt and one runs up and down his side, pulling him even closer into your chest. his breath hitches when you squeeze his waist.
it’s when you press your lips to the nape of his neck and plant a soft kiss that he involuntarily groans, smushing his face into the pillow.
“pretty please?” you teasingly smile, and he can feel it—imagine it and the look in your eyes as if you were facing him instead. “i promise i won’t ask again.”
“now who’s the liar?” he scoffs and finally turns to look at you.
you snicker and press your lips together, fighting back a smile. getting him to turn around was 3/4 of the battle. “i don’t know what you’re talking about?”
"yes you do—babe, your hands are cold—" he laughs despite himself when you sneak your hands under his shirt. "god, okay, okay, okay."
your hands freeze where they are, and there’s an accomplished gleam in your eyes that he’s come to know well. “yeah, yeah, just this one time. now get your hands off and stop looking at me like that already—”
“‘m not looking at you any differently—”
“yes you are.”
“i’m looking at you with the same amount of innocence as always.”
“shush.” he huffs before pulling your head under his chin. he can feel your laughter against his skin, and when your hands come back to wrap around him again—over his shirt—he melts into your touch. 
“you’re so annoying,” hajime tells you, not an ounce of annoyance in his voice, but with an almost embarrassing amount of softness.
“i won’t ask again.”
“mhm.”
“promise.”
he squeezes your hip. “liar.” you might as well have put two crossed fingers in front of his face. but you kiss his collarbone, and he can't be bothered to complain again when you reply, “i know.”
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! gonna b so fr w u guys i never had a question in mind for what u asked. i did try coming up w smth but i see hajime saying yes to doing basically anything so. think whatever ud like my friends 🫶
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afterthelambs · 2 months
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Sugawara Koushi, you will always be kageyama's mother
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(yes this is about the recent haikyuu magazine that revealed suga contacts him regularly to chat about volleyball and their friends🥹)
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iizuumi · 11 months
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kyopmi · 2 years
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getting all ready for bed with sakusa kiyoomi, tucked in and the lights already out, but you suddenly get the giggles thinking of a silly joke from weeks ago and you cannot stop laughing. you try shoving the blanket over your mouth in an attempt to stifle your laughter and hoping it won’t disturb him, but with the way your shoulders are shaking and with your adorable muffled snickers, how could it not?
eventually, kiyoomi has enough — he has practice early tomorrow and needs his beauty sleep — so he just fully grabs you in his arms and all but squishes you against himself, trying to stop your movements so he can go to sleep. unfortunately for him, his plan backfires as your laughter only seems to increase at his actions, with your face squished into his chest and hands gripping his t-shirt. kiyoomi groans and grumbles something about the time being past midnight and that you’re gonna get nightmares if you don’t stop soon.
although, while you’re trying to apologize in between giggles, you miss the smile that’s on kiyoomi’s own face, because in the end, he loves it the most when you’re happy.
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kanamesengoku · 7 months
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– it's a match where there's no "second chances," kenma!
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restlesswritingss · 2 years
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Sakusa x reader, suggestive language but no other warnings
Author’s Note: It’s my birthday today so this is part two of a couple of birthday scenarios I have that are mostly just self-indulgent fluff lol.
Contrary to popular (Atsumu’s) belief, Sakusa wasn’t completely heartless. He also was not a virgin, something else Atsumu constantly speculated on. Sakusa was just the type to separate work and life. 
He didn’t talk about his significant other because you belonged at home when he could relax, not in a sweaty locker room with his teammates. Why would he waste time talking about you when he could just go home to you? The same was said for home, he didn’t want to be asked about work he just wanted to relax. He had hard lines that had never crossed for the two years he’d been working for MSBY. 
Except now Atsumu had Hinata and Bokuto to help him drive Sakusa up the wall. The three had swarmed him now as soon as he walked into the gym.
“Why do you have all of next week off Omi?” Bokuto was the first to ask.
Sakusa’s face turned angrier than any of them had ever seen at the simple question. Sakusa did not want to be asked this because it was breaching into you territory. 
“You took the same week off last year, so what is it?” Atsumu pressed on while Hinata and Bokuto shied away at the murder in Omi’s eyes.
“It’s none of your business,” Sakusa grumbled and pushed past the three idiots.
“Leave Sakusa alone, his vacation time is his concern only so focus on practice,” Coach yelled to snap them into shape.
Atsumu cackled at that, “Omi on a vacation? Where to, the Artic where there are no people just penguins to bother him?” 
Sakusa ignored the remark. He wasn’t actually going on a vacation. He was just going to spend the whole week with you, doing whatever you wanted. It was how you two always celebrated your birthday for the past five years. You weren’t the type to want a fancy vacation, you two saved getaways for the summer weather. The first year you were together you’d told him all you wanted for your birthday was time with him, so he’d given you a whole week. Of course, gifts and nice dinners and fun activities were included as well. Now it was tradition. A tradition Sakusa before you would have found cheesy and unnecessary, but now nothing felt like enough to show you how much he loved you and the fact that you were born. Birthdays had never mattered to him but yours did because everything about you mattered to him. 
None of this was anything Atsumu needed to know.
“There’s no holidays this week so what is it? Do you go to a brothel and let out all the pent up steam you hold in for the rest of the year?” Atsumu joked. 
“I thought you said I gave off virgin energy,” Sakusa deadpanned, over this conversation.
Tomorrow his vacation started. After practice he was going to pick you up from your job. He’d wait outside his car for you to run out of the building just like you always did. He’d roll his eyes but open his arms and catch you as you jumped into his embrace. He’d mumble that you should be more professional outside of your place of work as you bombarded his face with kisses. You’d both know he never wanted you to stop. He couldn’t wait.
But for now he had to get through practice. 
Bokuto smiled at him, “Well I just hope you get to relax Omi. You’re always so tense!”
Sakusa nodded appreciatively at his teammate, still just wanting the topic of his time-off to be done with. If they found out what he was doing, they’d find out about you and then he’d have to deal with the annoyance of why he never said he had a partner before. 
Too late, Atsumu wasn’t about to let this go, “You need to get laid on this vacation, that’s what will make you less tense. Trust me.”
Atsumu of course wasn’t that big of a ladies man, being a giant sap himself. He wasn’t celibate either though. This he always tried to push onto Sakusa given that he was under the impression his teammate was single and just too socially awkward to talk to people.
But Sakusa talked to you, he’d even been the first to approach you. Against all odds, Sakusa was really flirty and forward with you. He was also most definitely not a virgin. This wasn’t something he felt the need to defend himself on though. Atsumu thinking he was a virgin with no game didn’t change his active and adventurous sex life with a partner he deeply cared about and trusted. How else would he be able to not rip the idiot’s bleached head off if he wasn’t getting off most nights (and sometimes mornings)?
Coach again yelled at Atsumu to get back to practice, and this time the setter surprisingly obliged since he realized he wasn’t going to get anything out of Kiyoomi. 
Practice went on as usual except for their lunch break. Sakusa normally ate in the bleachers with the rest of the team without engaging in conversation unless forced to. He’d learned early if he tried to eat in his car and talk on the phone with you, Atsumu would knock on his window and try to see what he was up to. 
But today you’d texted him that you were sent home early from work to start off your birthday week early. You were debating taking a taxi or the train home. Sakusa deflated a bit now that he wouldn’t get his usual picking you up kisses. 
Also he was never liked you taking public transit or taxis. It wasn’t safe. You in his car was best. He immediately stepped out to call you. 
“Hi baby! Let me guess, you don’t think I should take either because you picking me up is safest,” You teased immediately.
Sakusa blushed at you knowing him so well, “It is. Should I leave practice early? I could talk to Coach.”
“And tell him what? You have intense diarrhea? Or that you are a worry wart who needs to pick up their partner from work because you don’t trust public transport to get them home safely?”
“Maybe I just like picking you up because it means more time together?”
Sakusa never failed to make you speechless when he got sincere.
“What, no snide comment now?” He teased at your silence.
“I’m thinking of one give me a moment.”
He smiled at that, “Well it’s your birth week so take as long as you need and I am leaving early to come get you. Go the to that café next to your office and get yourself one of everything on my card to kick it off.”
“Kiyoomi,-”
It was his turn to know what you were going to say, “It’s not a big deal for me to leave practice for one day for you. I’d quit volleyball altogether for you.”
“Kiyo, I would never ask you to quit your passion. Plus you’re already taking a whole week off just for my birthday-”
“Celebrating you is more important than practice,” he interjected. 
He didn’t like when you acted like his job was more important than your relationship. He’d leave in the middle of a set if you needed him. You were more important than any game to him. Sure he kept work and home separate, but home always came first. 
“I would like if you came to get me. Do you want anything from the café?” You said softly, accepting his love. It was always hard for you to not push back when you felt he was doing too much, but it did make you feel loved. 
Sakusa smiled, “Just a black coffee. I’ll be there in twenty. I love you.”
Your sweet I love you too fell on deaf ears because in that moment Sakusa looked up from his phone to see his three teammates standing just outside the gym door. Oh fuck, how much did they hear?
“Omi has a girlfriend!” Hinata shrieked. 
Sakusa saw red. This wasn’t supposed to happen this way. He hadn’t planned to hide you forever. But he wanted to do it on his terms, wanted to keep it from getting out in the media, wanted to protect you. 
You’d come to games, but never sat in the team family suite. You preferred to sit in the stands, liking being actually closer to the court so you could see your boyfriend play. Sakusa loved being able to see you in the crowd so it was his preference too. 
But now he was going to have to kill his teammates quickly before he went and picked you up. Then onto your birthday celebration. 
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heich0e · 2 years
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enemies to lovers with kageyama doesn't even work because he won't even think of you as an enemy you're just an annoyance
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miya-rin · 1 year
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"i can't believe you got in a fight.”
“he hit me first, you just expect me to stand there and take that?"
a small chuckle leaves his mouth at your choice of words, standing between you parted legs osamu has been patching you up after a ‘small mishap’ with one of your classmates.
"obviously not, its just…" his voice trails off as he rummages around in the first aid kit until he finds an alcohol wipe, gently tearing it open before swiping it across your cheek, you wince in discomfort and he gives you an apologetic look. "sorry — its just, you're not really the type to hit someone, like i know you can defend yourself but cmon, you knocked him out."
"deserved."
"you really are something else." he laughs as he starts to dig around to find something else to slather over your face.
"thankyou."
"not a compliment."
“i'm gonna take it as one."
"i knew you would."
"yeah yeah whatever, you would have done the same.”
“oh yeah totally.” he picks up a tube of antibacterial cream and gently starts to apply it to the cut on your cheek, making sure to be extra careful as to not put too much.
“thankyou by the way.” he tilts his head up to look you in the eye for a split second before focusing back on the cream in his hand.
"hm?"
"for cleaning me up and that, thankyou."
"yeah well you probably wouldn't have, the blood would just be dried up all over your hands and face.”
"oh shut up," you let out a light laugh and by god you sound amazing "i'm not that bad."
"sure, whatever you say.”
the room elopes in silence — comfortable silence, the kind where you're not too worried if someone speaks or not, and yet you do.
"say, how long have you been dying your hair?"
"oh, i'm not sure, wh-" his words are cut short as he feels your hands snake up his undercut and into the dyed strands atop his head. shit he thinks, he so badly wants to look up at you, but he knows that if he does he won't be able to look away.
"it's really soft, what conditioner do you use? it must be good for it to not be completely dead."
"yeah." he stutters slightly, but just enough that you might not have been able to hear it. god he hopes you didn't hear it.
he still doesn't answer your question, staying quiet for a good minute or so before you decide to take action. gently tugging at his hair, an indication for him to look at you, he puts down whatever he was fiddling with and his eyes meet yours. they're a lot wider than normal, he almost looks scared, but from the dusting of pink spread across his cheeks you can tell it's something different. hes nervous.
“osamu, did you hear me?” the way you’re lightly scratching at his scalp turns him to putty in your hands. “i asked you a question.”
“uhm..i started dying it when i was like 13? so about 5 years now. and whatever conditioner my ma brings home.” you hum in approval as you continue to mess around with his hair.
“you know…i should probably finish bandaging you up.” he makes a start at grabbing some plasters to put over your bruised and bloody knuckles, avoiding eye contact even harder than before.
“wow, you wanna get rid of me that quickly? youre cold osamu.”
thats gets him to look at you.
“i never said that.”
“dont act dumb now, i heard you loud and clear.”
“youre putting words in my mouth.”
“oh so you’re accusing me now? this isnt the osamu i know and love.” as soon as that last word falls from your lips osamu burns a crimson red from his face to his neck and probably lower, choking on his spit and trying to catch his breath. if only you had your phone on you.
“you what?” he can finally speak by the looks of it.
“i love you. dont act like you didnt know.”
“yn, tell me youre joking.”
“are you rejecting me right now? thats a mean way to do it dont you think?”
“are you kidding me? ive had a crush on you since we were 15.”
“i know, why dont you do something about it?” you say with a sly smirk. he still looks on edge at the whole interaction, but theres no time like the present.
he lifts up his large and calloused hands to grab both sides of your face before bringing you into a sweet but passionate kiss, it doesnt last long as you are both conscious of the fact that anyone could walk into the schools medical room, but it is just enough to leave you both satisfied after years of pining. pulling away you are met with that boyish smile you fell in love with all those years ago.
“now that i think about it, im kinda glad you got into that fight…”
“so am i.”
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atsoomi · 1 year
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The lights are off when you come home.
The door creaks open, and you'd be complaining about the annoying noise if you weren't so entranced by kuroo's lips on your own, hot and demanding.
The arm around your waist guides you through the doorway while his other arm feels around the door until it's securely shut with a loud click.
You push kuroo against the now closed door aggressively and he smiles against your lips, letting you take the lead. The kiss is warm and wet with your perspiration, so intimate that it makes your stomach burst with butterflies and so hot that it makes your skin burn. The hands that rested on his chest come up to grab the collar of his white button-down shirt, trying to pull him impossibly closer. Your chest is flush against his as you push yourself against him harder, trying to match his height if only for a moment.
His hands go from your waist to the back of your neck, and your sclap tingles pleasantly as he weaves his fingers in your hair. He maneuvers your head against his to ensure his tongue reaches every crevice in your mouth and you almost let out a muffled moan when he bites down on your lower lip.
The fire in your stomach keeps growing as he expertly twists his tongue in all the right ways. His hands descend to your hips, rubbing gently at the sides, and keeping you in place in spite of your incessant squirming. Realizing that his arms are strong enough to keep you in any position he wants to doesn't help the growing hunger.
He continues to skillfully mold his tongue against yours, drawing out all of his favorite noises from your dark burgundy lips right into his mouth. He continues kissing you until your hands come up to his shoulders to physically push him away.
You break apart breathlessly, and you're met with red flushed cheeks and half-lidded hazel eyes that you've grown to love immensely. He smiles at you with lipstick stained lips and your knees feel like jelly.
"Hey," he whispers as you lean forward to place your forehead against his.
"Hey yourself." You whisper back, mirroring his smile.
His arms wrap tighter around your hips and you welcome the physical affection with a soft peck on his lips. He chases your kiss when you pull back and you let out a quiet giggle.
"Actually," you start, "I'm quite hungry. I think we have to stop for a few minutes."
You slip from his hold and you're out of his arms before he can process your words. And while he stands by the door, flushed and flustered, you make your way to the kitchen.
"You.. you can't do that!" He snaps, coming to his senses as he jumps to follow you.
The sight of him with dark marks on his neck and lipstick-stained shirt makes your heart race again and you know you'd give into temptation if you keep looking at him, so you turn to the fridge hastily.
"I can, I just did."
He leans back on the counter as you rummage through the fridge, back turned to him. Looking at your backside right now is a terrible idea, he does it anyways.
"You're cruel."
You turn around with a tub of leftover pasta, a cheeky grin gracing your face. "You like it."
His grin grows to match your own, eyes chasing you as you walk over to the microwave. He watches you set the timer for 10 minutes like a cat watching its prey.
Once you click 'start' and the microwave starts humming, he's on you in the blink of an eye, pushing you back against the counter. He wastes no time in joining your lips again, eagerly drinking in the gasp of surprise you let out. And other noises after that.
You breathlessly pull back for a second, "you have ten minutes tetsurō."
He grins at you, "ten minutes it is."
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anonymouspuzzler · 1 year
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had a craving to draw my callie o'pia au design again so I Did That! it's nice having a proper cleaned-up ref now
[Image ID/description: A color drawing of an alternate universe version of Loboto from Psychonauts. He is wearing a Psychonauts janitorial uniform, a dark green turtleneck combined with a lilac jumpsuit with the sleeves rolled up. He is wearing a long, light yellow wrap skirt over the uniform, with the Psychonauts swirl design messily stitched on, several haphazard patches in mismatched fabric (including one with his canon shower cap pattern, one red with a bumblebee pattern, one blue with pink dots, and one with an orange fish and water pattern), and magenta tassels along the bottom hem. He is also wearing several accessories, including bright rock/bead necklaces and bracelets similar to Cassie O'Pia, a yellow-and-purple flower in his hair, two fanny packs, dark teal socks with simple brownish sandals, and a single long bead earring in his right ear. He still has both natural arms, long shaggy hair reaching almost to his shoulders, and still wears glasses with green-and-red lenses like his younger self. End ID.]
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