if u guys want to talk to me i’ll be logged in on @yuuphoriia!! i’ll also try to be active on disc too but idk

description: one by one, love stole the people oikawa cared about the most. it stole him, too.

pairings: oikawa tooru x fem!reader

w/c: 1.6k

genre/warning: angst, hanahaki au, major character death, mentions of blood, body horror?

a/n: this is a one day late birthday present for the wonderful @wanderynn!! rae ily don’t kill me for writing oikawa angst for your birthday

Oikawa was nervous.

Which was odd, because he had been in situations like this before. Interviews required being asked questions he was expected to answer, after all.

But those were interviews. This was a therapy session.

24/7 ramen.

description: you are iwaizumi’s home; even if he is forced to take you to a ramen place at 2 in the morning.

pairing: iwaizumi x gen!reader

genre/warning: banter, fluff, literally just filler dialogue with an overarching plot, light mentions of violence

word count: 1.8k

a/n: this was inspired by some headcanons im going to post. oh and this is for @hajiimes... hehe <3

“I got into a fight.”

Iwaizumi paused, his phone hovering near his ear. He resisted the urge to let out a sharp laugh—of all the things, why did you have to get into a fight?—and slung his arm over his face. “And you lost?”

Iwaizumi could almost hear you pouting. “To be fair, they were-”

“But you lost.”

A pause. “Yeah.”

love letters.

description: you stumble upon a box of love letters while looking through oikawa’s things.

pairing: oikawa x gn!reader

genre/warning: fluff, oikawa is being bullied, jokes about oikawa being a p*dophile but it’s not serious they’re just bullying him, kissing

word count: 797

a/n: im working on my 1k event, but this idea came to me after seeing oikawa in the new episode. also thank you @wanderynn, @hajiimes, and @jaegerinc for beta-ing

“What are these?”

The object in question was a box filled to the brim with assorted envelopes, most of them pink or blue with glitter and frilly hearts. You picked up one of the envelopes; a bright pink one with hearts doodled in red ink all over the front and the back. You squinted at the overly embellished handwriting and attempted to make out the words. “To: Oikawa Tooru?” You sliced open the envelope with your finger and pulled out the letter, equally as pink as the envelope and decorated with hearts. “Dear, Oikawa-kun. This is a letter to tell you I’m in love wi-Oh my God, Tooru are these love letters?”

Tooru was as pink as the envelope in your hand. “Yeah.”

click.

description: a therapy session with akaashi.

pairings: therapist!akaashi x client gen!reader (can be read platonic! also, mentions of having a boyfriend in the past)

w/c: 346

genre/warning: angst to fluff, mentions of relationship problems and previous/attempted assault! please do not read if that triggers you!

a/n: this fic is told entirely out of senses! it’s 3rd person POV and the emotions and things are described without mentioning any of the reader’s thoughts or describing any emotions! 

this was previously a timestamp titled 12:31 PM!!

the jittery bounce of your leg. the sweet smell of lavender wafting from a diffuser. the repetitive click of a pen.

click. click.

the mumble of undetectable words. “that sound is annoying.”

the pen clicking stops. “what was that?”

your leg falls still. there is a silent pause. “nothing.” the leg bouncing resumes.

the pen clicking doesn’t.

Keep reading

stars.

description: you stargaze with bokuto.

pairings: bokuto x gen!reader

w/c: 659

genre/warning: fluff, some anxious thoughts

a/n: i feel like this isn’t good enough for bokuto’s birthday but eh

listen: get you the moon by kina

Stargazing.

It was a widely romanced activity; lying together on the dewy grass, shoulders almost touching as you stared at the white pinpricks of light against a midnight canvas. White pinpricks that were too far away to touch, too far away to even see properly. They would point up at the sky, laughing and smiling together, drinking the other's presence while they admired the stars.

You didn't see the point.

The stars were just hydrogen and helium. Tiny balls of burning fire that would soon explode and stain the night sky with hellfire. They were so vast in number that they were unable to be counted. Innumerable. The word brought on a bout of anxiety in you that you weren't able to extinguish.

description: is osamu foolish for turning his back on the storm?

pairings: miya osamu x fem!reader

genre: royalty au (no specific time period), soft? angst, allusions to a panic attack

w/c: 1040

a/n: this was for the miya twins’ birthday but yeah that didn’t happen... also osamu might be ooc but whatever

The nights afterward were riddled with sleepless nights plagued by what-ifs and unanswerable questions, but perhaps the worst of them all was the simple question: was he foolish?

Was he foolish for turning his back on the ominous clouds on the horizon, looming with the realization that his brother was going to marry the love his life? Was he foolish for choosing to ignore; to blind himself with the delirious joy that came from being around you?

Years after, he still didn't know.

timestamps — [5:30 AM]

-> fluff, gen!reader

“rin. rin. rintarou.”

“mmm?” suna turned on his back, his arm lazily slung over his eyes. “whaisit?” you found yourself giggling at the way the drowsiness in his voice slurred his words together.

“look,” you prodded, pointing to the window. “it’s snowing!”

your boyfriend squinted against the darkness at the window you were pointing at. sure enough, a quiet flurry of white snow was slowly but surely making its way down from the night sky, covering the ground in a while blanket.

“mkay.” suna rolled back on his side, pulling your head under his chin.

you looked up at him, smiling quietly when you saw the light upward curve of his lips.

the art of (not) screwing a routine.

description: kyotani wakes up and decides he wants to screw the routine by confessing to you. it’s not as easy as it sounds.

pairing: kyotani x gen!reader

tags: fluff, kissing, childhood friends to lovers, kyotani is definitely ooc, a lot of pining, mild swearing, kyotani avoids his feelings, yahaba is kind of a dick, i hate my writing style and will probably delete this, this is incredibly cliche im sorry

word count: 1.5k

a/n: help this came to me out of literally nowhere... i also will crosspost this to ao3 once i figure out how that stupid website works

kyotani has a routine. it is as follows:

1) drag himself out of bed. (this was the hardest step.)

2) spend a ridiculous amount of time in the shower staring at nothing.

3) frantically search for his wrinkled school uniform.

3.5) find said school uniform shoved into a corner of his closet.

4.) grab something out of the kitchen and call it breakfast.

5.) go outside and walk to school with you.

step five is his favorite part, of course, because this was when he sees you, rushing out of the house despite the fact that you still have 20 minutes to spare and you live a couple blocks away from the school. you would greet kyotani with a bright “morning, taro,” and a warm smile, and then you’d fall into step with him, striking up a random conversation about a variety of topics.

the next step was one of his least favorites.

so. FUN FACT

tumblr is apparently rolling out a beta for a new post editor that essentially makes it so there are no longer post “types” (text post, audio post, photo post, etc.), and instead all types of content are better integrated into a single post. pretty neat, right?

…until you read the fine print.

The maximum number of total content blocks allowed in a single post is 250.

i emailed support and asked whether each paragraph counts as a content block. i received this reply:

SO. each paragraph counts as a content block, and i’m only allowed 250 content blocks in one post. the solution provided was to reformat my fics by using shift+enter after every paragraph instead of simply enter. which is already unnecessarily annoying in of itself, but then you come to the second hurdle: 

The maximum character length of a single text block is 4096 characters.

so–what?? besides spending my time writing thousands upon thousands of words, i’m expected to copy-paste it and then reformat everything, counting every single one of those words to make sure they fit within the restrictions? or i’m supposed to chop my fics up into multiple parts, even when i don’t want to? how exactly are writers supposed to write on this platform?? as you all know, my style tends to run pretty dialogue-heavy, so i start new paragraphs (and, thus, content blocks!!!) pretty damn often. i did a quick check, and let it snow, at almost 19k, is 550 paragraphs. with this new system, i would be forced to upload it in three (3!!!!!) posts! even my shortest chapter of ego, at 8.8k, is 350 paragraphs, and i’d have to split it in two.

this is honestly a formatting nightmare as a writer, and this is a decision that is liable to drive content creators away from the site and change fandom culture as a whole. 

please. if you enjoy reading content on this site and want to continue enjoying content on this site, please don’t let tumblr make things harder for writers! since the tumblr team is supposedly eager to hear what everyone thinks, it would really help if you could message support and share your concern about the issue–maybe we can stop this disaster before it starts.

gurajiorasu (japanese: - グラジオラス - pronounced “gu-raji-ro-ah-soo”) - gladiolus

hanakotoba meaning: secret meetings

summary: you and terushima run off in the dead of night. (part of my hanakotoba series)

pairings: terushima x gen!reader

w/c: 904

genre/warning: arguing parents, slight allusion to abuse, hurt/comfort, i use red bull as a replacement for alcohol because i’m a holy child, severely unedited, angst to fluff

a/n: the ending is really rushed i know just pretend that it isn’t

listen: worldstar money - joji

You didn’t expect to be standing in front of Terushima’s bright red jeep on a chilly Friday night, arms wrapped around yourself in an attempt to generate warmth.

But again, this was Terushima. Nothing was expected with him.