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heyo! i love your writing! recently i read your fic with the abortion and the divorce which was very sad. i was wondering if we could have a follow up fic that starts in angst ends in fluff. like the reader is in an accident and forgets the past five years or so and doesn’t even remember Levi. yadda yadda, he explains what went down can’t live without her. just some happy ending?
Hey sorry this so long to get out. Just for clarification it was not an abortion it was a miscarriage, I try to keep my work free of political issues and I will try to remain as neutral as possible with sensitive topics.
Anyways your request, I already made a part two to that as you may have seen however I really like memory loss idea so I will write for that.
Summary: you suffer a serious injury to the head after a mission gone wrong and you struggle to remember anything about yourself. Including Levi.
Disclaimer: I don’t own AoT if I did I could afford that Mac book I am too poor for, I don’t own you because that’s just no. I don’t own the GIF below either.
Warnings: angst, swearing blah blah blah
Please don’t repost, reblogs are ok

Levi x reader
...
“What am I to you?”
“A stranger.”
“Do you love me?”
“How can I?”
...
“Who are you?”
“The name’s Levi.”
“Levi? They told me about you.”
“What did they say about me?”
“You’re the man I’m supposed to be in love with.”
Levi felt his heart shatter, a blunt knife being dragged through his chest and leaving him open to the pain of your words as you stared with blank eyes at him from your hospital bed.
He sat beside you fighting the urge to cry, his jaw clenched tightly as he watched you stare at him with unfamiliar eyes; the brightness that they held whenever you saw him had been completely erased as if it had never existed at all. Instead your (y/e/c) irises held little to no recognition as to who he was and he felt his throat burn at the gaze you gave him, as if he was a stranger to you.
The doctors had warned him it was bad, he just hadn’t known how bad it actually was until he had walked in to see his teammates leaving your bed, tears and pained glances in their eyes burned into his mind as they filed out leaving him alone with you.
An accident they had said. Outside the walls on your latest expedition outside the wall, you had gone with Hange’s group as extra support as she was low on morale. Unwillingly Levi had let you go with them telling you to come home to him, and you had.
But it wasn’t you. Not really.
Hange said one of her newer squad members lost control of his ODM gear and as a result had smashed straight into you. Your body had been pulled from the air and you had hurtled into the ground head first and now you couldn’t seem to remember anything or anyone other then your own name and first fifteen years of life, it seemed the past six years had never happened at all.
He had come rushing to the infirmary wing to your room after Erwin had pulled him off Hange, in his fit of rage he had grabbed the woman by her collar and held her against a wall, Hange hadn’t done anything to retaliate. She had blamed herself for what had happened and Levi had blamed himself.
He had been given pitiful glances by his squad mates as he passed them in the corridor, Petra had been crying on Oluo’s shoulder and it had only filled the captain with dread at your condition.
Now he was alone with the woman he loved and it tore him apart to be treated like someone you hadn’t spent the last three years caring for.
“Do you love me?” Levi asked quietly, he knew it was a stupid question but apart of him hoped he was wrong, begging for a chance his girlfriend of three years was still to call his.
“I don’t even know who you are.” you whispered “I’ve never met you in my life. How can I love you?”
You watched as his face visibly fell, his scowl deepening and his steely eyes dimming. You couldn’t recall having ever seen him before in your life, his name didn’t ring any bells and his face wasn’t one you could easily recognise, you had never met this man before in your life and yet, you seemed to feel completely relaxed around him.
Before you had had multiple visits from multiple people and each one seemed to claim some form of attachment to you which you couldn’t recognise, it had scared you immensely to see strangers faces surrounding your bed telling you they were your friends. It was as if you had been sleep walking your way through life only to wake up and not know what the hell had happened.
But with this man, Levi, something seemed different; you couldn’t feel the same anxiousness you had with everyone else. His presence felt familiar and you could see in the way he looked at you that he clearly loved you, you wanted to say you loved him too and make him happier. But how could you?
“What do you remember?” he asked after a while and you inhaled deeply biting your lip, Levi noticed this and knew it was what you did when you were trying to think.
You were in there somewhere, you were just lost.
“I remember my mother.” you said finally “I remember her begging me not to join the survey corps and to become a teacher like her. I remember joining the cadets at age fifteen and that’s all up until that point. I was told I’m not fifteen anymore apparently I’m twenty one.”
“Yes, you’re twenty one.” Levi answered swallowing loudly to stop his voice from cracking, his heart tight in his chest at the interaction his mind screaming at him to run and try to wake up from this living nightmare. But he wouldn’t run. He would never run.
“If I’m twenty one I must have been a scout for about five years now, is that true?” you ask and Levi nods, a grin spreads over you face “am I good?”
“You’re one of the best brat.” he said softly, his voice quivering slightly as his mind tried so desperately not to start showing the turbulence of emotions he was experiencing.
“Why do you call me a brat?”
“I just do.”
“Do I have a pet name for you too?”
“Yes.”
You looked at him expectingly and he arched an eyebrow and he sighed a flush of pink colouring his snow white cheek.
“You called me pretty eyes.”
He watched the smile that spread across your face.
“Pretty eyes?” you repeated letting your own eyes connect with his, his irises were a light silver with dark rings around them, the light seeming to make them softly glow. They were narrowly shaped and seemed to tilt slightly upwards, but you could seem to find yourself lost in them and as you continued to stare you could make out that within the coldness of their exterior, buried deep within their layers was a lifetime of pain.
His eyes were truly breathtaking.
“Pretty eyes.” you said again a small smile on your face, breaking your gaze with him “I think it suits you. Can I call you it?”
Levi was quiet.
How could you be so calm and relaxed when everything you were had been ripped from your memory? How was he still sat beside you and able not to completely break down? It killed him to watch the woman he loved no longer associate with her past, with him and all they had been through. It was as if you were a shell of what you once where, an ignorant child living in his own nightmare. You were oblivious to the agony he was in.
“So you’re my boyfriend?” you ask after a while, Levi is quiet for a moment his mind pondering his answer.
Technically yes. But you weren’t you, he was in love with you of course he was, but he was also in love with the person you had once been.
She wasn’t there anymore.
“I suppose so.” he finally replied and your eyebrows furrowed slightly as you inhaled sharply, Levi’s heart fluttered.
You always used to do that when he was vague, whenever someone said something that caused inner conflict with you, you would furrowed your brows and always loudly inhale.
It was as if, just for a moment, you were you again.
“How long have we been together?” you finally ask, Levi sighes and runs a band through his raven hair the strands being pulled away from his steely eyes only to bounce back over them.
“Three years.”
“That long?”
“Yeah.”
You nodded biting your lip, you noticed how his eyes seemed to brighten whenever you made small actions, as if he was living in some form of the past. Perhaps he was, a past that you were deprived any knowledge of, that you had once haboured your own emotions for. You knew that if this man had been with you for three years it must have been something truly special, you wouldn’t deny he was incredibly attractive.
Most girls may have turned away at his short height, or his tiered eyes or his pale skin; but you could tell that underneath his hardened exterior he was someone you cared deeply for. You could feel it somewhere suppressed in your heart, you knew you had once been in love with this man. You wanted to remember, and even if you couldn’t remember directly, you still wanted to hear about it.
“How did we meet?” you ask him, you notice a small smile work it’s way into his face and his silver eyes make contact with your own the breath catches in your throat. Those eyes. You had seen those eyes before somewhere, but you just couldn’t place it.
“You were a cadet. I had just joined the scouts a year before. One day the horses escaped and you had missed training trying to catch them, you were sent to my squad for excessive training as punishment and something happened....” Levi trailed off as if trying to come up with an explanation, how could be fully describe what he had felt about you when you couldn’t even remember having felt the same about him?
He shook his head sighing as he reached a hand behind his head to pull on his neck, running his hand through his hair and over his head to land on his lap. He looked down into his lap, your gaze was torture to look at, he could almost feel your curiosity and it put him on edge. He couldn’t find the words to go on, he wanted to help you remember him so he had to navigate this carefully otherwise he would lose you forever.
“Something happened.” he continued swallowing the persistent tears back “I saw you and I thought...”
“I had never seen anyone so perfect.” you breathed.
Levi’s head snapped up, his eyes that had once been hidden from you on full display, his watery irises sparkling in the sunlight that peeked through the cracks in the curtains and cast warm light into your room. You could only hear your heartbeat as you gazed back at Levi, you didn’t know why you had said that but the words seemed to echo in your head over and over. A faint voice calling to you and guiding you through the empty parts of your mind where the memories you longed to experience had vanished.
“Yeah. That’s exactly what I thought. After that we became closer, you were a persistent little shit and after two years you had me.” Levi muttered nodding his head “Do you remember me telling you that? About you being the most perfect thing I had ever seen?”
You shook your head and his new found hope vanished, his posture dropping slightly and he leaned back into the chair he was in.
“I don’t remember you telling me that. But, I can hear it. In my head.” you explained placing a finger in your forehead, Levi listened intently trying his hardest to understand “it’s like there’s someone in there trying to be heard but I don’t know who it is. I don’t recognise them.”
“That’s a pain in the ass.” Levi grumbled and you laughed missing the faint smile on the captain’s lips at the sound. At least your laugh hadn’t changed.
“What was our relationship like?” you asked, Levi paused his eyes seeming to fill with flickering memories that had once been your own.
“You’re my most trusted friend.” he finally said and you felt yourself perk up slightly at his words listening with intent enthusiasm as he continued “you make me laugh, not a lot of people do that. You can really piss me off sometimes though, only because your irritatingly impulsive and you make me worry.”
“I make you worry?”
“All the time.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. You keep me on my toes.” he said giving you a weak smile which you returned your body growing weak with butterflies.
“What else?”
“We were going to open a tea shop together when we left the military.” he said, the trace of a smile still on his lips as he recalled lying beside you late at night as you enthusiastically shared ideas on what your hypothetical future tea shop should be like, he noticed your eyes soften at the mention of the tea shop and you nodded your head.
“I like tea. I know that.” you said giving him a small smile, “what was our tea shop gonna be like?”
“We agreed to open it within Wall Rose.” Levi spoke his mind racing back to the night you had talked about it.
Admittedly he hadn’t been as enthusiastic about it as you had, he thought it would be impossible he ever got to leave the scouts. He wished he had engaged with the idea more at the time and considered its possibility, he truly hadn’t fullly appreciated you while he could.
“I remember you said you wanted to have hanging baskets outside the windows, and those shitty over sized arm chairs that are too big for anyone to sit their shitty ass on. You wanted to name it Levi’s Lounge.” he continued.
“I bet you said no to that.” you grinned and Levi nodded his ashen irises dimming slightly. “What did you want to call it?”
He shook his head as he recalled what he had wanted to name the tea shop. He had wanted to name it after a conversation he had had with you when he first met you, but there would be no point in telling you. You wouldn’t understand, you wouldn’t recall his motives or the amusing conversation it had sprung from.
“Nothing, it wasn’t very good.” he muttered turning his gaze away from you.
“You’re right Nothing isn’t a good name.” you teased and you noticed him wince slightly.
It was as if nothing had changed with you. You seemed to be exactly the same, it was as if things were normal and for a second he wanted to believe they were. But that would be a lie, it was an illusion.
Everything was gone.
“You really don’t remember me?” he asked quietly your smile instantly dropping at his watery eyes “you don’t remember anything?”
“No.”
You looked away from him to stare at the hands in your lap, your bison blurring as hot tears began to build in your eyes. You sniffled slightly and tried to rub the tears away but the first tear had already begun to slide down your cheek and landed on the white bed covers leaving a small damp mark,soon followed by another and another as the salty tears continued to roll from your eyes and down your face in uncontrollable crystalline beads.
Levi watched you for a moment his own heart painfully numb in his chest. He wasn’t sure if you would want him to hold you the way he always did when you cried, he didn’t want to break any trust you had in him by getting to comfortable too soon. He couldn’t begin to imagine what it must be like to have a stranger tell you they loved you, he didn’t want to scare you anymore then necessary.
But as he watched your body shake with silent sobs and the tears that poured down your face he couldn’t help himself. If you freaked out he would deal with it later, but his heart and mind instructed him that he had to comfort you, you were in a vulnerable position and he was still going to protect you just like he had for the last five years.
He moved from his position in his chair and stood up, sliding into the bed beside you as cautiously as he could. When you didn’t move away he released a small sigh and slowly reached out to wrap an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him beside wrapping his other arm around you and letting your head rest on his shoulder, he gently rested his chin onto of your hair as you snivelled into his shoulder, your body pressed against his own as you were held securely in his strong arms.
It stayed like that for a while. Just letting you cry. Levi huffed in slight content at having you in his arms the way he always did when you were upset. He lowered his nose to bury in your scalp, the smell of your shampoo filling his nose and making his body grow slightly limp, his eyes gently closing in extacey as he allowed himself a moment to pretend that you were still his.
“Levi?” you whispered, your voice muffled by his shirt.
“Hmm?”
“What’s it like?” you whisper pulling your face out from his shoulder to stare up into his mesmerising eyes, his arms still tangled around your slim frame in such a way it felt almost natural, as of your body has been carved for his arms to hold and embrace.
“What’s what like?” he asked.
“Being in love?”
He was quiet. He was quiet for quite a long while, his lips moving slightly as he thought and his eyes narrowing in concentration. How could he say what he felt into words? How could he tell you that every time he saw you his world got brighter? How could he tell you that your smile was the most precious thing in the world? How could he tell you that your eyes were all he longed to see after a hard day of work? How could he possibly tell you anything about being in love with you when all his feelings for you were indescribable, being with you gave him life and no amount of long drawn out sentences could ever begin to explain it.
“Being in love is a gift.” he finally said trying to keep his voice steady “you don’t know if it’s going to be the most amazing thing ever or the shittest thing ever.”
“What was it like being in love with me?”
“Heart breaking. Being in love with you was heart breaking because I knew I could never care about anyone as much as you and it terrified me.”
“Did I ever break your heart?”
He looked at you. Yes. Yes you had, every word you spoke had broken his heart since he had asked you who he was.
“No.”
You sighed as if content by his answer, he noticed that your eyes seemed to sparkle for a moment as if something had been lit within their depths, a spark flickering in your (y/e/c) irises and it made his heart stop for a second his lips parting as he stared down at you in his arms, his ebony hair falling over his face, your noses inches apart.
He closed his eyes briefly as he felt your breath fall against his skin, your chest pressed against his and your hair falling over his body as you lay your head on his toned pectorals.
This took him back, to late nights sat with you on his lap as he did paperwork, one hand around your skinny waist while the other wrote with his quill, the soft candle light warmly filling the office as you sat playing with his ascot or running your fingers through his hair.
Had he known that those nights spent in eachothers company would only remain as his memories he would have tried so much harder to be a better man for you.
“You really love me don’t you Levi?” you say softly, he tenses slightly and rests his cheek on your head nodding “I’m sorry. I know this must be painful for you. It hurts for me too.”
“How do you mean?”
“I saw it on the faces of every one who came to visit me. Their disappointment, their agony at having me not remember who they are. But I didn’t feel anything for them, how could I?” you ask another tear escaping from your raw eyes “but you....with you there’s something inside me that wants to remember something I don’t know I miss having. My mind is blank but I can feel there’s something there, I want to remember being loved by you Levi. You seem like someone I could fall in love with. If the memories are still there, I don’t want to lose them.”
Levi didn’t reply, your words sinking into him and dragging themselves across his chest and digging into his heart leaving his soul a shattered mess. All those days spent with you had been the best days of his life, now they only existed in his mind and you had no way of knowing how happy you had been. He wanted so desperately for you to tease him like you used to, to run your long fingers through his hair and whisper his name. Stolen moments whisked away with each other, kisses shared behind closed doors, the blissful mornings he woke up with you beside him were gone.
He closed his eyes, his lashes growing heavy as his eyes watered and a tear ran down his cheek as he buried his nose back into your hair to hide his face from the peering eyes of the world.
“I’m alone Levi.”
“You’re not alone.”
“Yes I am. I’m walking down a road of broken glass and there’s no one to pull off it. Wherever I turn I cut myself and cause people heartache, those people who claimed to be my friends...I don’t think I had ever seen a group of more heartbroken faces. Faces I’m supposed to care about.” you inhaled a shaky breath trying to control your tears “I know somewhere inside me is trying to reach out to them and you. But as far as I’m concerned the faces of my friends are blank. It’s lonely.”
“I’m here. I will always be here for you so don’t start that bullshit.” he snapped and you released a weak giggle.
“I want to fall in love with you again. I want to feel the way I did about you again. Would you let that happen?”
Levi bit his tongue softly. He didn’t want to start again, he wanted his time back with you. He wanted you to share your past together so he could laugh about the things you did and reminisce about the early stages of your relationship. You wouldn’t be the same person you were before, it would be like he was dating a complete stranger who was in your skin, he didn’t think he could handle it. How could he look at you without everything coming flooding back? You would be in the wonders of a new relationship with him and he would be forever a few steps behind, stuck in his own nostalgia for a girl who no longer existed.
“I don’t know.” he finally replied trying not to look at how your face fell, the light in your eyes dimming “you’re not the same person you were before (y/n).”
“I could be.”
He was quiet.
“I need your help Levi. Teach me to remember myself.”
“I’m not sure if...”
“Please.” you begged pulling out of his arms, sucking up all the courage you had and moving yourself so you were ontop of his lap.
One leg either side of his thighs the breath hitching in his throat as you glared confidently down at him placing both your hands on his toned chest. His eyes were wide for a second as you moved over his crotch, his heart hammering in his chest as he stared at you through half lidded eyes, his hands automatically finding their way into your hips, your body slotting perfectly into his calloused hands. Your hair falling in messy waves around your pretty face and before he knew it his lips were melting against your own. His hands sliding to your back as he pulled you closer, your hair brushing his cheeks as you ran your hands over his front, your body pushed into his own as you shared the kiss, your lips numb to the touch of his own as he ran his hands and fingers through your hair. His full lips warm against your own as they grazed over familiar terrain.
You could feel something deep in your mind, like flint striking flint and something sparked. The beginning of a fire erupting in your body as you continued to pull against his full lips, your once empty memory banks seeming to fill with foggy images of something. You couldn’t distinctly see what those images were but as your brain continued to flood with voices and blurred memory, you could distinctly make out a pair of silver irises hidden with in broken memories. Levi’s soft voice ricocheting through your mind.
You could feel him in your body, you could hear him in your heart and you could see him in your minds eye.
You could remember him saying...
“I love you brat.” you whispered against his lips causing him to stop, his eyes widening slightly.
That’s what he had said to you when he first told you he loved you, two and half years ago.
You were coming back to him. You were still there, you were still his.
...
“What am I to you?”
“Treasure.”
“Do you love me?”
“More than life.”
...
I had no clue where I was going with this I hope it’s good enough. Thanks for reading.
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pairing: tendou satori x f!reader [ft. semi eita cameo]
synopsis: tendou thinks you need to live a little. you think he’s the devil incarnate.
tag(s): college!au, stuco!au, enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, fluff, smut, tantalising witty banter, semi is a Good Bro™, reader is a fully developed character ; warning(s): profanity ; wc: 8.1k
a/n: hey gang! this is the longest fic i’ve ever written in my life LOL anyway i truly had a blast writing this and i hope you feel the same way reading it ♡ also you can technically finish the fic without the smut so if you’re <18 you can read this just don’t go past the smut warning
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Sakusa Kiyoomi likes things clean and organized. And because of that, he is more than happy to help his partner out with self-care, if they are struggling.
Maybe they’re having some trouble with hygiene routines because of depression, or they can’t keep their personal space from getting messy because of adhd. Maybe they feel really bad about it, maybe they are ashamed. But they shouldn’t be, because Sakusa, who likes things clean and organized, will happily do their chores for them, while they stay in bed because they don’t even have the energy to get up.
Sakusa will carry this very precious person all the way to the bathroom, and he will wash their hair, make sure the water is warm enough, get some fresh clothes for them to wear, wrap them up in a soft towel, dry their body carefully.
Sakusa will clean everything up with no comments, no snarky remarks, nothing. He will just get the job done and hope that his partner feels a bit better with one less task to worry about.
Sakusa will be confused when, late at night, his lover curls up in his chest and asks him “aren’t you disgusted, Kiyoomi?”
How could he be? How could he be disgusted with someone who’s just trying their best?
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“hey, reporting live… it’s me, y/n. or, if you prefer, the girl you used to date and was stupid enough to let you go.”

⤹ SYNOPSIS. your dream of making it to the national tv comes true in the most unexpected way possible. though nervous, you’re as ready as ever. but little do you know that so is a certain blond, who not only will turn your world upside down again… but also remind you that leaving him was the worst decision you could’ve made in your entire life.
⤹ PAIRING. pro volleyball player!atsumu x reporter!reader (f)
⤹ GENRES. exes to lovers!au, timeskip!au, fluff, crack, angst
⤹ WARNINGS. swearing, suggestive language
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⤹ DISCLAIMER. NONE of the pictures used in this smau are mine. they belong to another amazing creators whom i’ll properly give credits to in every chapter. (if you’re the owner of any of these colored manga panels and you don’t want me to use your works, please tell me so i can remove them).

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Summary: You accidentally bump into Suna once, then a second time, then a third time…. before it starts seeming like fate has already decided its course for the both of you.
Pairings: Suna Rintaro x F!reader
Genre: Mostly fluff, College/Uni au
Word count: 3.2k words
Part: (1) , (2) , 3 , (TBC)
(A/N: I’m so sorry ;-; this, unfortunately, took me way longer than expected to write. I was kinda in a writer’s block, and also me trying to write cute, casual dialogue = me having a breakdown 😫 anyways… I tried to make this longer than the last chap, so I hope you enjoy! Also if you want me to start a taglist for this story pls let me know, ill be updating the next chap hopefully sooner than this one.)

You go through the menu for what feels like the one hundredth time that night, and try to subtly glance up at him every once in a while, wondering what he was thinking
You’ve both been sitting at your table for a few minutes, without either of you saying much
‘Why did you do this to me Hina…’
You finally put your menu down, and clear your throat, but before you could say anything, Suna starts
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and it led me to you
▸ suna rintarou x reader
▸ 10.6k words
▸ neighbours au, acquaintances to lovers, slow burn romance, fluff (if you squint), angst but happy ending
▸ warnings: physically abusive parent, suicide, descriptions of blood, mentions of violence
▸ every once in a while, i have a story that i really want to read, and end up writing in a very short amount of time. it is quite long for me, so thank you to anyone who’d be willing to read this piece. i love it (and suna) a little bit more each time i reread it to myself.
nearing the end of his second year of high school, suna finds himself drawn to you, a neighbour and a schoolmate, who becomes a catalyst for changes he didn’t expect to see in himself

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Smart Mouth (Chapter 4)

MSBY!Sakusa x Reader
Summary: You’re a fiesty know it all med student. He’s a quiet judge mental athlete. But if there’s one thing you both have in common, it’s the ability to mouth off to each other. Aka my awful attempt at an enemies to lovers trope with Sakusa that’ll probably end up being too long.
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Hearing your phone ping, you looked down at the message. It was from Atsumu.
Y/n I’m outside
Okay I’m coming down
You typed a quick response to him before grabbing your purse and putting on your shoes. Today’s events didn’t consist of you waking precisely at the crack of dawn, so you were able to put a little extra effort into your appearance. Figuring you’d be meeting other teams and their managers, you thought you’d try to look a little more dolled up. Making your way outside, you spotted Atsumu’s car, and also a very grumpy looking Bokuto from the back seat window. Chuckling to yourself, you shook your head as you made your way over and opened the door.
“Bokuto, don’t look so pouty, aren’t I good enough company?” He looked at you, still sulky as he crossed his arms and scowled at the back of Hinata’s head.
“I could enjoy your company from the front seat too! Why does he get to sit there? I’m older, I get automatic pass to the front.” This of course caused the ginger to fire back a response, eliciting another infamous bickering session.
“Bokuto don’t be selfish! You always get to sit in the front whenever we carpool and that’s not how older privilege works! I’m an older sibling I should know. Now sit in the back and be quiet like the good little brother you are,” Hinata shot back from the front. Absolutely offended that his sibling status was used against him, Bokuto opened his mouth to retaliate until Atsumu cut him off.
“For the love of god, ya’ve been going off about this since ya got in! It’s a fifteen minute drive are ya really gonna die? If ya both can’t behave I’ll just have y/n sit in the front and neither of ya can have front seat privileges.” Laughing at the meaningless argument, you rolled your eyes at the guys and their antics.
“It’s a good thing you guys are good at volleyball, you three don’t have the adeptness to be mature enough to last through any other job,” you teased. Bokuto and Hinata turned to you with betrayal on their faces while Atsumu glared at you through the rearview mirror.
“Y/n did ya miss the part where I was scolding them to be more mature? And how could ya be so mean to us when we so kindly asked ya to come along so we could enjoy yer company. Be a good friend will ya?” Atsumu spat playfully at you while you chuckled. Bokuto turned to you with a deeper pout than earlier.
“Yeah! And I’m very good at adapting to things! I adapt to my opponents’ moves all the time!” Snorting, you looked at the silver haired spiker amused, shaking your head.
“That’s not what that means Bokuto. I said adept not adapt.” He looked at you confused, tilting his head.
“Is that not the same word?” Once again you snorted, laughing at his confusion.

The four of you finally made it to a big gym, parking in the lot and making your way out of the car.
“This is some fancy old gym one of the teams found. We all split the money and rent it out for the night so we can practice and fool around every once in a while,” Hinata explained. “The managers and some other people who work behind the scenes usually come too if they’re close to their teams, so you’ll have plenty of other people to talk to besides a room full of oversized men.” Before you could respond, Bokuto popped in between the two of you to add his own commentary on the night.
“And towards the end, we all have a huge barbecue! That’s the best part,” he beamed happily. You grinned at him and his pure excitement for the food.
“Well, I’m glad you at least like something other than hitting volleyballs around,” you teased.
“Hey, I like lots of things, like— hey! It’s Omi! Hey! Omi! Over here!” Bokuto interrupted himself as he waved the other spiker over, calling out to him as loud as his voice would go. Looking at him disgruntled, Sakusa was led with no other choice but to meet his other teammates as he locked his car.
“Bokuto, there’s no need to yell so obnoxiously,” he grumbled. As he nodded at the other two to greet them, you avoided his gaze and pretended to look around and take the building in. He rolled his eyes, falling into step with the four of you as you made your way to the entrance.
“Are there any other med student interns for the other teams? I can’t be the only one,” you asked, curious to see if there was anyone you could bond over the struggles of being swamped with studying and a job surrounded by boisterous men with more energy than they knew what to do with.
“Yeah, we’re actually one of the only teams that didn’t have an intern. The interns usually do more of the day to day things and the physicians handle the more serious tasks, but Dr. Sato never felt like he needed one. But I guess even the old man gets tired of filling out forms and updating records here and there, so he brought ya in,” Atsumu explained as you approached the door. Walking in, you were amazed by how much larger the place seemed from the inside. You thought the gym the boys practiced in was huge, but this one was at least double. The net was already set up, and there were plenty of benches around to be seated and watch comfortably. “We’ll introduce ya to everyone, don’t ya worry, ya’ll have fun,” he promised. Smiling at him, you nodded, excited to meet the other interns and hear about their experiences. Of the two teams they’d told you would be there, only one team was in the gym already. Their shirts said Schweiden, and before you could ask who they were, a man with jet black hair swept to either side of his face made his way over, smirking at Hinata.
“I beat you here moron, that’s another win added for me,” he said to the ginger. Glaring, Hinata quickly jumped to defend himself.
“It’s because Atsumu drove so slowly, and we had to pick up more people along the way Kageyama! I actually get along with my teammates unlike jerks like you,” he spat back. And just when you thought the arguments between the three you carpooled with couldn’t get any more petty and childish, the bickering between Hinata and the new guy in front of him put it all to shame.
“Hinata and Kageyama played together in high school, but they’re big babies and never get along,” Bokuto looked over at you as he explained. “They’re just not as mature as the rest of us,” he shook his head. You snorted, patting his arm as you ‘agreed.’

Ultimately, you were glad you came. Once the rest of the teams came, you got introduced around with everyone, sitting and chatting with the other interns. They all gave you quite some insight into their experiences, giving you horror stories, telling your funny encounters, and giving you tips. As you talked through the night, the MSBY boys finished their turn of a set, letting the other team step up and play. Seeing this as an opportunity, Atsumu walked up to Sakusa, pulling him aside.
“Omi, ya really gotta start getting along with y/n. It’s getting to be ridiculous at this point. I know ya take a while to warm up to people, but this has dragged on too long. She’s absolutely a sweetheart. And ya at least gotta apologize for whatever it is ya said back there during the physical. Ya and I both know you took it too far on that one,” Atsumu said as he gave him a pointed look. Sakusa rolled his eyes, not looking at the setter.
“How am I supposed to do that when she won’t even look at me? It’s not my fault she’s such an obnoxious know it all. I tried to apologize but she acts like she’s too good to speak to me. What am I supposed to do if she takes me not being as approachable as the rest of you personally,” he grumbled, defending himself with his arms crossed. Atsumu raised an eyebrow, looking at him as though he should know better. It was odd that the setter was being the mature one of the two at the moment.
“Okay, so the two of ya got off on the wrong foot. It was a misunderstanding. Ya were a bit cold, and she got a bit hotheaded at that. Why can’t ya just suck it up and try and reach out to mend things? She was just tryna be friendly ya know, what’s wrong with making friends?” Lots of things Sakusa wanted to scream. It was better to stay alone, to mind your business, and keep to yourself.
“He’s a bit shy, he doesn’t really make friends as easily as the other kids do,” Sakusa heard his father say through the crack in the door. “I was wondering if you could talk to him a bit? I just wanna see him have some people to lean on, his mother and I have been getting busier and his siblings are a lot older and have their own things they have to do. He’s very sweet once you get to know him.” Before hearing whoever else was behind the door respond, Sakusa left, turning and making his way to his room as he grumbled to himself. Of course, he thought, they had to ask people to be friends with him now. He always had trouble making friends, but he didn’t think it was too big of a deal, enjoying sticking to himself until he left preschool and started elementary. His family started getting busier, and kids at school always avoided him, claiming he was too picky and mean to be around. It wasn’t as though he meant to be that way, Sakusa just valued a certain order, and kids in his school were too chaotic. They got distracted easily, leaving coloring pages half-filled before they raced off to play a different game. He couldn’t understand it. But it wasn’t until they started poking fun at him did he think maybe he wasn’t just different. Maybe there was something wrong with him. Sakusa figured people wouldn’t ever understand him, take the time to know him and appreciate his little quirks. Watching his peers play around and start to grow bonds, he wondered why it was so difficult for him to do that. People only ever whispered about him, watching him with wide eyes as he passed them.
The only person that made Sakusa feel like he could be himself was his grandmother. She never scolded him for being a picky eater or forced him to quit his puzzle to go do other things instead because he spent too much time on it. She fed him what he liked and helped him complete his puzzle, letting him ramble on about things he found interesting, never poking fun at him.
“This is how you make cranes Omi,” she said as she gently guided his small hands to fold the paper with her. Origami was a new activity they had taken up together, his grandmother being the one to babysit him now that his parents and siblings had gotten increasingly busier. “They say if you fold a thousand of them, you get granted a wish,” she smiled at him. Looking up at her in awe, he smiled excitedly.
“Grammy? Do you think I can get a wish if I fold a thousand?” Chuckling, she ruffled his hair.
“Maybe, you never know. There’s a lot of things that could happen if you try Kiyoomi. You never know. Don’t let yourself lose the opportunity to find out by not trying okay?” Looking at her confused, he nodded anyway. He wasn’t sure what she was saying, but Grammy seemed to know what she was talking about, so he trusted her. Sakusa loved spending time with his grandmother, she made him feel special, like he wasn’t different. She took him on peaceful walks through the park, bought him ice cream and showed him different types of tea at the market, and she let him choose a snack out whenever they went grocery shopping. With his grandmother, he felt less alone. But soon, even his grandmother had left him behind.
“Grammy? Why aren’t you coming home anymore? Why do you always lay in this bed?” Looking at him sadly, Sakusa’s grandmother wished she could’ve been granted that wish. She would’ve wished she could spend some more time with her youngest grandchild as he stared at her with big eyes.
“Omi, I’ll be going away for a bit, but you’ll see me someday okay? In the meantime, make some friends and spend Saturday afternoons with them. We’ll have our little walks again when we meet once more.” He stared at her confused.
“What do you mean Grammy? Why can’t we have them now? We can stay in bed if you’re too tired! I don’t mind. We have a bed at our house, it’s bigger. Why don’t you stay there?” Little tears made their way in her eyes as she looked at him. Her time had come, she knew this, but little Sakusa couldn’t understand.
“Oh Omi, always remember what I told you okay? You never know unless you try. Try lots of things for me. I love you,” she whispered. Sakusa didn’t understand what she meant, but once again, he nodded.
“I love you too Grammy.”
That was the last time he’d spoken to her. The next time he came to the hospital, Grammy had her eyes closed. His mother and father were crying, but he went up to shake her shoulder, thinking she was asleep.
“Hey! Grammy! Wake up, I’m here to see you! Wanna know which puzzle I finished today?” But she didn’t move, and Sakusa pouted. Shaking her a bit harder, he noticed she wasn’t mumbling in her sleep like she usually did. Just as he was about to get on the bed to shake her better, a doctor gently pulled him to the side.
“Your grandmother won’t be waking up kid, it’s her time.” Looking at him shocked, Sakusa shook his head.
“That’s not true, Grammy always wakes up from her naps when I come and visit her. You’re lying.” The doctor looked at him sadly.
“I’m sorry buddy, but she won’t be waking up this time. She can’t.” Tears welling up in his eyes, he glared that the doctor. He refused to believe it.
“Why not? Grammy always wakes up for me! What did you do to my Grammy?” Sighing, the doctor looked to the side.
“Well, when you get older, you get weaker. Germs get to you a bit worse. Your grandmother just got too sick kiddo. I’m sorry,” he tried to explain so Sakusa could understand. Sakusa was shaking, not quite understanding why his grandmother couldn’t just wake up. The doctor wasn’t right. He wasn’t trying hard enough. Sakusa always felt better after he got sick, his mother gave him soup and medicine and he always recovered. This doctor just wasn’t trying hard enough. He didn’t do a good enough job to get the germs away from his grandmother.
“You don’t know that! You don’t know everything! Grammy said she’d meet me again! She said she’d only be gone for a little bit! Try harder, I wanna see my Grammy!” Suddenly, he felt his mother pick him up, cradling him to her chest.
“Oh sweetie, the doctor’s right this time, Grammy isn’t waking up.” Sakusa looked up at his mother devastated, turning desperately to look at his grandmother as she lay in her bed. The doctor wasn’t right. He didn’t know everything. Grammy said she’d come back after a little bit.
“Grammy! Grammy! Wake up Grammy!” But she didn’t budge, and suddenly, Sakusa’s world began to crumble. No more Grammy to walk with and complete puzzles with. No more ice cream at the supermarket. No more folding paper cranes. All because the stupid germs had to get to Grammy. Once again, Sakusa was alone, not even his grandmother came back to him.
Shaking his head, Sakusa turned back to Atsumu as he stared at him. Sighing deeply, he knew he couldn’t hold onto things from the past forever.
“Fine, I’ll apologize. I’ll be friendlier, but don’t expect for us to become best friends for life.” Nodding at him gratefully, Atsumu agreed.
“Okay, see? That’s all ya have to do. Not much to it is there?” Rolling his eyes, Sakusa turned and made his way around to look for you. Just as he spotted you, he noticed you speaking to a guy from the Adlers, a tall player with light brown hair. Sokolov. Sakusa remembered him from the first official match he played with them, he was a good blocker, his height made it exceptionally hard to spike against him. What pissed him off more about the man was his cockiness. It rivaled that of Atsumu’s, he was narcissistic and condescending, knowing just what buttons to push to get him off his game. Figures, Sakusa thought as he rolled his eyes. Of course the two of you would get along, you both had the innate ability to press his buttons like it were your jobs. Walking up to you, he heard you giggling at something Sokolov had said. Although you seemed busy, Sakusa wanted to get this over with, so he tapped your shoulder anyway. Turning, your face dropped to a frown when you saw it was him.
“Yes?” You asked him with raised eyebrows. Fighting the urge to roll his eyes, he looked at you with a sigh.
“Can we talk? In private,” he added the last part as he stared at the man smirking behind you. Before you could respond, Sokolov spoke up.
“Ahhh, Sakusa am I right? You kinda got us during a bad time here buddy, me and y/n were kinda in the middle of a conversation.” He wasn’t too sure why, but the way Sokolov looked at him made his blood boil. Once again, he fought the urge to roll his eyes.
“Well it’s a bit urgent, so if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be taking the intern for my team for a second so we can discuss something,” he spat. Without giving you a chance to argue, he gently pulled you by the wrist and guided you to an empty hallway.

“What is it? As you can see, I was a little busy back there speaking to someone,” you glared at the raven head. Glaring back at you, he rolled his eyes.
“Yes, I did see. I wanted to talk about something first. You can always go back to talking to him afterward.” Staring at him with a scowl, you shook your head.
“And we couldn’t have talked afterward instead?” The scowl on your face soon mirrored onto his.
“Stop being stubborn y/n it’s a quick conversation. There’s no need to drag it out and wait till afterward.” Exhaling deeply, you counted to ten in your head before meeting his eyes. Gesturing for him to continue, you conceded.
“Okay, go on then, since this is so important.” Sighing, he swallowed his pride. Sakusa wasn’t one to do much apologizing, it was always awkward and made him feel vulnerable in a way he didn’t enjoy letting people see, but he owed you one, he knew that, so he sucked it up and got the words out. Except not in the way that he’d hoped.
“I wanted to apologize for calling you a whore, and for yelling at you. It’s not my place to judge you.” Staring at him in disbelief, you glared at him. The anger you’d tried desperately to push down for the last few weeks had bubbled back up, this time tenfold.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now? I’m a whore for being nice and friendly to people I have to work around? What in the world is your issue? And yelling at me? You didn’t yell at me you asshole! You belittled my efforts for my achievements and basically ridiculed my social life. Last time I checked, I seem to be a lot more social than you. If you’re gonna apologize, don’t give a half-assed one that someone forced you into. I don’t care for that,” you spat at him, frustration becoming more and more evident as each sentence tumbled out of your mouth. Looking at him with pure venom in your gaze, he stared back at you with wide eyes. That’s not how he’d meant for it to come out, he’d planned for the apology to be much more sincere, he genuinely was sorry, but the words fell out before he could think them through, and somehow, he’d managed to make the situation a whole lot worse.
“No, listen, that’s not what I meant-” but before he could finish his statement, you cut him off.
“No, you listen. I’m not gonna sit here and take shit from a dickhead that I tried to be nice to from the get-go. I’m not a whore for being friendly, although I suppose you know nothing about being friendly, do you? Don’t call me lame for being able to study and achieve things while you sit there and glare at everyone that breathes in your presence. I’m not the lame one, I can actually get along with people and have fun. Have you ever noticed that you’re the only person around that can’t get along with people and be pleasant to be around? It’s because you’re incredibly dislikable and an absolute buzzkill. Guess what? I’m not someone the boys look over as a lame nerd with her nose shoved into a textbook, I was actually hitting it off pretty well with a guy back there before you rudely interrupted! Let’s see how many girls could look past your nasty attitude and give you a shot,” you spat at him through your anger. You didn’t miss the flash of hurt in his eyes as you listed off all his flaws or the way he backed away from you a little bit as you continued your rant. But you didn’t pay much mind to it, letting all the pent up agitation you had on him escape through spiteful words. You hadn’t known it, but you were hitting him right in all of the places it hurt. Giving him one last death glare, you shoved past him and made your way back to the gym where everyone else was, leaving Sakusa standing alone in the hallway, nursing wounded feelings.
Omgggg this chapters finally done! I really enjoyed writing this one, it’s my favorite one thus far. Hopefully you guys liked it too, and we’ll get more into Sokolov and y/n next chapter. This one is a bit longer too, so I’m glad I was able to add a bit more this time.
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chapter fifteen ; piss hair isn’t THAT bad 🙄
summary ; 〝 settling an alliance with the eldest twin, tutoring him to keep his spot on the volleyball club but instead of money, you have another idea as a price. 〞

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— suna is now defintely rooting for them
— y/n is clueless to how different she described osamu and atsumu
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• Texting the Inarizaki Boys About an Embarrassing Situation •
warnings: second hand embarrassment
genre: crack?? [a lil fluff w/ kita’s]
a/n: idk how i feel about these bc they were kinda rushed buuut i hope you enjoy them none the less :)
ty @catchmewiddershins for this idea <3
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and they were soulmates

summary; the famous cat and mouse story. but this time, cat and mouse are soulmates. and they have to learn how to love each other. well, only one of them because the other one already secretly loves the other but is putting up a great facade and should win actor of the year.
pairing; miya atsumu x reader
word count; 5.9k
genres and warnings; fluff, comedy, angst?? idk??, soulmates au, enemies to lovers au, stupidly cute museum dates with atsumu, a rlly cool osamu featuring (i swear this isn’t a love triangle— I SWEAR!!!), excessive amounts of swear words i have no control im so sorry
author’s note; this fic is a warm up bc im planning to write a 20k word long fic very soon, i rlly like writing long fics for some reason, but if y’all prefer my shorter fics, pls tell me!! <33 btw, this fic is non-linear so pls make sure you read the subtitles before each scene hehe

ENTRY #04: the midnight happy birthday greeting
The last time you felt your heart drop so low was back in grade two, when you found out your new friend, Miya Osamu, had a twin.
It started off during a playdate in the Miya household, when these little arguments ended up being the beginning of a series of fights that will last all the way to the present. You remember it as if it were yesterday. The heartbreak you felt when his twin purposely threw your Barbie doll’s high heel across the house and could not find it after — and you had to explain to your mother that your doll had a missing shoe even though she just bought it. Or what happened two hours after that incident, when Osamu taught you how to play his new Mario Kart game and when his brother joined, he wouldn’t let you win and freaking placed the course on Rainbow Road, making it harder for you to score first place— you’ll never forgive him for that. Oh and don’t forget that time during dinner when he took the last slice of pizza when he already had two and you ate only one slice.
He’s a jerk. The type of person you would try to cut all attachments with after the first encounter just because they are so obnoxious and you have no time to deal with that type of bullshit. But no matter how many times you run away from him, avoid his stares in the hallways, ignore him everytime he tries to play videogames with you and Osamu, he’s always going to be there. For better or worse. It’s like he’s attached to you or something.
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“still?” - 12. coping
11. gamer chair / MASTERLIST / 13. bday lap dance
SYNOPSIS: an awkward dinner brings y/n and her high school ex, suna rintarou, back together as friends. just friends, right?
(a/n): update today because i felt like it shut up! :/
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FUN FACTS
☆ sakusa had that meme saved in his phone for months. he was planning to use it on atsumu at some point, but this was a golden opportunity for him.
☆ kageyama did not try (y/n)’s thigh at all. it felt too weird.
☆ atsumu and (y/n) slap each other’s asses all the time. thigh gripping? no. too personal.
☆ that morning, (y/n) and suna had a mature conversation about what happened. they decided it was just some homie shit.
☆ sometimes when suna can’t sleep, he’ll turn on kodzuken videos until he drifts off.

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BOYFRIEND THOUGHTS PT.2 — SUNA RINTAROU
pt.1 here - lil bit inspired from this hehe.

suna’s little sister loves to play dress up.
especially with her older brother’s pretty girlfriend. unfortunately for suna, when you’re not over at their house, he’s the one forced to abide with his baby sister’s antics. she tugs at his hair, draws wonky ink lines along his lash lines, paints his cheeks pink, and shoves the outfit of her choice over his head. then once she’s satisfied with making her brother look presentable, she’s demanding he facetime you so she can show off her handiwork.
but the last thing you expect once your thumb swipes across your screen to accept the video call, is to see your almost 6’4 boyfriend squeezed into a maid outfit.
as his little sister babbles away, talking animatedly about her amazing fashion choices - you can’t, for the life of you, tear your eyes away from suna. he’s seated on the edge of his bed, palms of his large hands pressed against the mattress behind him as he leans back, manspreading, with the familiar look of complete disinterest. the maid dress is tight across his wide chest, and the material of the short sleeves digging into his sculpted biceps has you licking your lips. you’ve lost yourself in the less than innocent thoughts plaguing your mind of having your hands scrunch the dress in your grasp, skirt flipped up as you ride him into the morning.
your reaction to seeing him in a maid dress doesn’t go unnoticed by suna. a smirk tugs at his lips, and a teasing glint sparkles in his narrowed gaze.
“oi, y/n, what are you staring at?”
suna’s question snaps you out of your haze, heat filling your cheeks instantly and in your flustered state you manage a half-assed excuse to end the facetime. the last thing you hear is suna’s low chuckle.
though you should’ve known better. barely a minute later does your phone ping twice with messages from your boyfriend. attached is a mirror selfie of devilish looking suna, the silk skirt riding up his thighs, exposing the smooth, toned flesh and one big hand resting against his inner thigh - with the caption;
‘i look fucking good in this maid dress, don’t ya think, bunny? come over and lay between my thighs already. i’m waiting.’
five stars: part 1-3 | three words

IT’S EMBARRASSING: a third year cheerleader!reader x second year athlete!suna au
wc: 4.1k warnings: swearing
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[ - 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: Y/n, best friend of Tobio Kageyama, avoided her past middle school crush Oikawa Tooru after witnessing an altercation. Seeing him again in Aoba Johsai, and standing up to him, made him want to know who she was.
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: Enemies to lovers, slow burn, fluff and angst, some crack and stupidity, a fun time.
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Oikawa Tooru x Fem!Reader
𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄: Half social media/written fic
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: Closed.
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: Completed.

𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓: 𝐲/𝐧'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 + 𝟐 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬 / 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈
CH 01 - Sprite on Sicko Mode
CH 02 - Respectful Fighting
CH 03 - Pukefacekawa [ written segment ]
CH 04 - The Angry Gremlin
CH 05 - Who Are You? [ written segment ]
CH 06 - The Aftermath
CH 07 - Kageyama’s Shadow [ written segment ]

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐈
CH 08 - Disappointments and Cringing
CH 09 - Oversharing Queen
CH 10 - Baby Grill and Betrayal
CH 11 - It’s The Flat Ass For Me
CH 12 - Petty King
CH 13 - F In The Chat For Y/n
CH 14 - The Challenge
CH 15 - 678-999-21 [ written segment ]

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CH 16 - Not A Date
CH 17 - Butterflies [ written ]
CH 18 - Emojis Make A Tweet
CH 19 - Soft Memes In The Morning [ written segment ]
CH 20 - Taste [ written segment ]
CH 21 - Moon and Stars [ written ]
CH 22 - YouTube Conspiracy
CH 23 - Kiss Me Thru The Phone [ written segment ]
CH 24 - Loss [ written segment ]

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CH 25 - Monday Evening [ written segment ]
CH 26 - Tokyo Bound
CH 27 - Self Reflection
CH 28 - Begging
CH 29 - Taro and Milk Tea [ written ]
CH 30 - Dinner Dates [ written segment ]











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𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚...
in honor of this smexy middle blocker’s birthday, here are MANY hcs about what i think dating suna would be like (as exhaustively as possible) bcs he’s on my mind 25/8 : suna simps come get yall’s juice <3
warning : ABSOLUTELY NONE (ok i re-read it and there might be one or two suggestive stuff but barely)

⎯⎯⎯ 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥

• ok so suna would definitely not waste his time dating someone if he wasn’t truly in love
• that’s why it took him a few months to ask you out because 1. he wanted to be sure of his feelings 2. he wanted to be sure of yours 3. he was scared
• he probably acted detached at first, but it was just to compensate for the fact that you had him wrapped around your finger since day 1
• he probably didn’t officially tell his friends that you were dating and just casually kissed you before for his class (lowkey enjoyed leaving without a word while everyone else was freaking out)
• nicknames came after a few weeks, when he ‘accidentally’ called you babe after asking for a kiss. yeah he is that smooth
• because it took him so many months to ask you out, you already knew each other pretty well so he felt comfortable around you very quickly
• and he tried his best to make you feel the same if you were a bit more nervous
• honestly he couldn’t wait for you two to become closer over time <3 he’s a sucker for the boyfriend/bestfriend dynamic
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Baku-Bitch - Bakugou Katsuki Playlist
Much like my son, this playlist has a lot of different things going on. Got some bops, but mostly angsty music you would expect an angry 15-year-old boy to listen to. Also, some sappy ones that a 15-year-old boy in love with Kirishima Eijirou another boy would listen to. Underlying messages of self-hatred, internal conflict, anger, frustration, emotional trauma, confusion, and blind determination.
Tracklist - 38 songs - 2hrs and 18mins
ストラテジー - KANA-BOON
DESTROYA - My Chemical Romance
Glory and Gore - Lorde
I Don’t Fuck With You - Big Sean
Hard Times - Paramore
Where is my mind? - The Pixies
R.I.P. 2 My Youth - The Neighborhood
Fall Away - Twenty One Pilots
The World Is Ugly - My Chemical Romance
Live Forever - Oasis
Desire - Years & Years
Therapy - All Time Low
Area - MagnusTheMagnus
Erode - TENDER
What Kind Of Man - Florence + The Machine
Alone Together - Fall Out Boy
Monsters - Hurricane Bells
The Anchor - Bastille
Devil Like Me - Rainbow Kitten Surprise
ピンホール - OGRE YOU ASSHOLE
Send Them Off! - Bastille
Message Man - Twenty One Pilots
You and I - Pvris
Turn It Off - Paramore
Falling - Drama Duo
Lethargy - Bastille
Musennki - never young beach
Fake Happy - Paramore
Leave a Trace - CHVRCHES
Trace - WANIMA
Ignorance - Paramore
Tomoni - WANIMA
ZenZenZense (movie version) - RADWIMPS
Told You So - Paramore
Fun - Troye Sivan
Interlude: I’m Not Angry Anymore - Paramore
Heavydirtysoul - Twenty One Pilots
Rose-Colored Boy - Paramore
https://open.spotify.com/user/12148762376/playlist/0y4vJfGAQMDymeodjTn15j
Kirishima | Midoriya | Todoroki
bakugou art by @vangwen



You Can’t Help The Things You Long For - A Shinsou Hitoshi Playlist
Hi!!! This playlist is very very chill, good background music to fall asleep too or do homework too. Some chill bangers but nothing I would consider hype. Music I think Shinsou would enjoy, also some highkey lowkey Shiniida vibes because I love them so much. Saw you in a dream 100% inspired this whole playlist, highly highly recommend checking out all of the japanese house’s music because damb. Art used in this edit is by Maple & I was given permission to use it! Please go follow them!
Here are some of my other bnha character/ship playlists!
Tsuchako | Kyoukaaa | Deck you | baku-bitch | Sturdy Hero! Red Riot | It’s your power, isn’t it? | Dreamer - soft!kiribaku | Last of the Real Ones - angsty!kiribaku
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It’s your power, isn’t it? - Todoroki Shouto Playlist
This shit is long and sad so buckle up and get ready to feel all the fuckin Shouto feels kiddos.
Tracklist - 39 songs - 2hrs and 25 mins
Power - Bastille
Half the World Away - Aurora
No Below - Speedy Ortiz
Falling - Drama Duo
Hide and Seek - Imogen Heap
I Found - Amber Run
Devil Like Me - Rainbow Kitten Surprise
Anything for You - Chelsea Cutler
Latch (Acoustic) - Sam Smith
Grave Digger - Matt Maeson
Waking Up (Acoustic) - Pvris
No Rest for the Wicked - Lykke Li
Misguided Ghosts - Paramore
Fiction - The XX
I Will Follow You Into The Dark - Death Cab for Cutie
Two Evils - Bastille
Warm - SG Lewis
I Don’t Know - Jon D
If I’m Alone - Huntar
Intro - The XX
You and I - Pvris
Please Don’t Leave - Free n Losh
Breathe Me - Sia
Someone to Stay - Vancouver Sleep Clinic
Tonight - Lykke Li
Everything Has Changed - Ed Sheeran & Taylor Swift
Coastal - Blood Cultures
Cavalier (The 1975 Remix) - James Vincent Mcmorrow
Mind Over Matter (Acoustic) - Pvris
You Are in Love - Taylor Swift
Chill Morning - never young beach
Electric Feel - Henry Green
Bedford Falls - Ford.
Rising, Rising (Bassnectar Remix) - Crywolf & Bassnectar
Dreamer (Stripped Down) - Kaptan & Mokita
Fall to Rise (Acoustic) - Shalom Dubas
Talk Me Down - Troye Sivan
Gasoline - Troye Sivan
Drops of Jupiter (Live Cover) - Taylor Swift
Midoriya | Kirishima | Bakugou

Kyoukaaa - Jirou Kyouka Character Playlist
Did I mention I love angst??? Bc, I do and damn is this girl angsty. Lowkey momojirou af. A combo of songs about her, but also some songs/bands I just think she would listen to or like (hence why some of the songs may not fit my headcanon of her as a lesbian). Please enjoy! Follow me on Spotify here.
Tracklist - 33 songs - 2 hrs & 3 mins
Falling - HAIM
Tomoni - WANIMA
ピンホール - OGRE YOU ASSHOLE
Nakaniwa No Shoujiotachi - SHISHAMO
Gun - CHVRCHES
Idle Worship - Paramore
Revolution Radio - Green Day
Muscle Memory - Lights
West Coast - FIDLAR
Born for This - Paramore
Recover - CHVRCHES
Sacrilege - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
ないものねだり - KANA-BOON
Kyouran Hey Kids!! - THE ORAL CIGARETTES
Stop Desire - Tegan and Sara
ストラテジー - KANA-BOON
Ease My Mind - Hayley Kiyoko
My Boots - Lights
Bokuni Kanojoga Dekitanda - SHISHAMO
Wake Up - Bleachers
Trace - WANIMA
No Way to Back - ROOKIEZ is PUNK’D
Radio (demo taped remix) - Sylvan Esso
Vapour Trail - Ride
Meteorites - Lights
見たくないもの - KANA-BOON
Grow Up - Paramore
Kagerou - SCANDAL
Why Generation - FIDLAR
My Heart - Paramore
Bad Medicine - FIDLAR
Heavy Metal Heart - Sky Ferreira
Looking Up - Paramore
Other BNHA Character/Ship Playlists
Deck you | baku-bitch | Sturdy Hero! Red Riot | It’s your power, isn’t it? | you can’t help the things you long for | Dreamer - soft!kiribaku | Last Of The Real Ones - angsty!kiribaku | Easy Love -Tsuchako
Love Hate Me

levi ackerman x f!reader
enemies to lovers. reader hates levi, levi hates reader
18+ content: smut, somnophilia (??), fingering, touching, choking, degrading
SPOILER WARNING: i wrote this scene to take place during season 3 part 1 (im not particularly certain about what episode). there isn’t anything big, but if you haven’t watched up until then, i would steer clear.
anyways enjoy :)

“Oi, brat! Your form is too wide.”
You grit your teeth, suppressing your instinct to snap back at him. Armin swings a punch and you duck, grabbing the moving arm and hurling it further in its projection, simultaneously extending your right leg and sweeping it under his. He topples over at the unbalance and you quickly take advantage, grabbing his arms to pin behind his back, using your legs to keep his down.
You hear Jean and Connie cheering in the back. Looking up, you even see Mikasa with a small smile- surprising since she’s usually so protective of her friend. “Y/N, can you teach me that?” she asks.
“Of course! Just af-“
“After the brat does her share of the housework,” Levi interrupts.
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dante’s inferno
Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader
Genre: fluff, semi-crack ig?
Word count: 4k words
Summary: College AU. In which you bring a stray cat to your dorm and your neat freak roommate won’t let you keep it.
Alternatively: a compilation of college shenanigans where you and levi are best friends who are bad with feelings (ft. an unamused cat named dante)
Trigger Warnings: Profanity. Mentions of alcohol and smoking. Implied smut.
a/n: this was supposed to be loosely based on the nine circles of hell according to inferno by dante alighieri— hence the title— but i did my research wrong so now it’s loosely based on the seven terraces of purgatory according to divine comedy. i’m keeping the title tho.
Edited: no

Inspired by this art by @ryuichirou on tumblr.
Permission to repost art was granted by the artist. Do not repost/edit the art without explicit permission from the artist.
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YOUR INSECURITIES BASED ON THE HQ CHARACTERS YOU LIKE
— 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎

author’s note: hello! i’m not sure if this has been done before but this was something i just thought about and decided to write down :) let me know if these are accurate or if you related to them ^^ you can check out the other schools i’ve done for this series here! enjoy~

𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀
you work hard to achieve your dreams but you don’t have the support of those around you. you wish you could get credit for wanting to pursue your happiness but you don’t. the rare affirmations you get are the things that keep you going. people telling you that you’re never going to make it is really discouraging because you already know it’s hard. you just want them to tell you that you can. you want validation.
𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀
social situations may be difficult for you. you try to make friends but you often feel insecure that they don’t like you and you’re scared of being rejected. it’s not that you don’t want to make friends, because you do. you want to be included. you’re just afraid that you’ll say something wrong and they’ll hate you, and that everyone will end up abandoning you and you’ll be all alone again.
𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐊𝐈
you lack passion and direction. you just go through the motions and watch the days pass, doing things only out of routine. you look at others doing well because they’re pursuing the things that they love and you wish you could be like them. but you’re afraid to put in too much effort, because it’ll be a waste if you don’t reach your dreams. failure scares you so you settle for something more reachable, but something inside you still yearns for more.
𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈
you feel like a wallflower, the one at the side of the room that no one pays attention to. but you want attention. you want to be recognised. but at the same time, you’re not sure what talent or characteristics you’ll be recognised for because you don’t feel like you’re great in anything, especially when there are others so much better than you. you don’t feel special, but you want to be.
𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀
you’re always there for everyone, but no one is there for you. you hang out with a lot of people and you’re generally good at making friends, but sometimes you still feel lonely and you don’t really understand why. you have insecurities no one knows about because you hide them behind your smile. no one sees the tears you cry before you sleep at night. you want people to ask about you. you want people to think about you. you want to feel important.
𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈
you’re tired of your responsibilities and you really just want to rest. you wish you had the capacity to handle them all but sometimes it’s too much and you break down from all the stress. but even then, you continue to help people. you continue to push yourself until you’re exhausted because you don’t want to let people down. you can’t, not when everyone is depending on you. so you say yes, even though inside, you know you should say no.
𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐇𝐈
you probably have a resting bitch face and people’s first impression of you is always that you’re scary or intimidating. it actually really hurts your feelings because you don’t want to be seen that way. you wish people would describe you as friendly and approachable but no one does. you try to make friends but oftentimes you rely on others to make friends with you first.
𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐘𝐀
you harbour a lot of regrets. you beat yourself up over your past mistakes because you know you could have done better, but you didn’t. you failed. you failed both yourself and everyone who put their trust in you. but you don’t tell anyone that you feel this way, you just keep the guilt inside of you. you put on a brave face for everyone and you refuse to cry in front of them because you know you have to stay strong. but on the inside, you’re crumbling, and you blame yourself the most.
𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐀
you wish you weren’t so mediocre. you try to compensate for your mediocracy by being loud or covering it up with humour. but deep down, you know that you’re just brushing it under the carpet and you curse yourself for your lack of prowess. if only you weren’t so plain, people would like you and people would want you. you want to be wanted by others. you wish you could be the main character, but you know you’re not. you’ll only ever be a side character.
𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐀
you think you’re incapable and you prefer to take the back seat. there is no way that someone as average as yourself could possibly achieve greatness anyway. and yet, something inside you craves for success. but you don’t want to make a fool out of yourself by attempting something you’re not good at. but that also means that you’ll never improve, and you hate being stagnant. it’s a vicious cycle that you’re stuck in: you want to step out but you like the safety of your comfort zone.
𝐘𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈
you are a people pleaser. you are nice to a fault and unfortunately, some people take advantage of your kindness. they’re always taking from you and you want to say no, but you can’t bring yourself to. you don’t want them to hate you, so you continue to give and give and give until you are completely sucked dry. people walk all over you and you hate that you’re so weak. you wish you could stand up to them but you’re scared. because ultimately, you care about what they think of you. and you care way too much.
𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐊𝐎
you are extremely self-conscious and you always focus on your imperfections. despite being told that you are perfect, you remain very self-critical and you always find flaws in yourself and things you want to change. you know you should love yourself for who you are, but there are parts of you that you still have difficulty accepting. you see others owning their confidence and you wish you could be like them. you want to love yourself too, but you’re just not sure how to start.

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