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Iwazumi Hajime;

Prompt 60: “You’re so beautiful in the sun.”

warnings: none! fluff! oh, it is self indulgent tho (sorry not sorry), also reading? books? yeah

iwazumi x f!reader

a/n: hi! okay so i wrote this as a treat after the bokuto angst. i think we all deserve something sweet after that. (especially since there’s more coming) this is just pure fluff. enjoy!

Iwazumi watched you with eyes filled with love, his sole focus on you as you slowly walked down the isle, your finger running against the spines of the books.

Your neck was slightly bent to the left as you read the names of the authors. You walked in an awkward position slowly as you looked for the books you had saved up for.

Every time you walked a bit too fast, the pinky that was linked with Iwazumi’s tugged you back.

You loved book shopping with Iwazumi because even though the man wasn’t as passionate about books as you were, he was always interested in the books you were reading, and often found the books you wanted before you did.

You had no idea how, especially since he usually only came into the store with you, but you never asked him. Though the books that just happened to appear on your bookshelf were a big indicator as to why he knew where all the books were.

Iwazumi would never tell you that he actually did like books. Not because he was sure you would beat him up for hiding it, but because he didn’t want you to stop reading to him.

He loved it when you read to him.

“Aha! I found it, Haji!”

Iwazumi’s eyes softened as his eyes fell on your excited face. You were holding the books with gentle hands as you read the back. You both knew you already knew what The Goldfinch was about, but reading the back of the book was a habit you were not willing to break.

Iwazumi watched as a small smile formed on your lips as you finished reading the back, and then he watched as the smile turned into a frown.

Your eyes looked at the spot the book was hiding. Someone had put it in the wrong spot. No wonder you couldn’t find it.

“What’s wrong, love?” Iwazumi asked you.

He knew what was wrong. The book was not in the right spot. The Goldfinch was written by Donna Tartt, but it was in the V authors.

“Someone put it in the wrong place.” Under your breath, you mumbled, “How hard is it to put a book back where it belongs?”

Iwazumi just snorted as he pulled you towards the cashier by your pinky. You gripped the book with right hands, already anticipating reading it.

You looked down at your linked pinkies and smiled. Iwazumi wasn’t the biggest on PDA, but he was clingy, and he needed to be touching you or close to you all the time.

You didn’t like holding hands for a long period of time since your hands usually began to sweat and get clammy, and Iwazumi loved holding your hand.

So you compromised.

Your pinky and Iwazumi’s pinky were always linked. And would be linked forever, Iwazumi firmly believed it. There was no one else for him. Only you.

The cashier smiled at you and Iwazumi. Her kind elderly eyes brightened as she saw your linked pinkies, but neither of you saw that.

“Hello, darlings. Just the one book?”

You smiled and slid the book on the counter. “Hi! Yes, just the one.”

The lady scanned the book and punched a few buttons before speaking again. “And how would you like to pay?”

Before you could answer, Iwazumi held up his debit card. “Debit, please.”

You frowned and reached for his card, but Iwazumi just moved it out of your reach, and then pulled your pinky as a warning.

“Haji, no,” you scolded. “You paid last time! Let me pay.” You looked down at your card to make sure it was the right one when you heard the small beep of the card payment being accepted.

You looked up and scowled at a triumphant Iwazumi and a smiling cashier. You huffed and rolled your eyes.

“So not fair,” you mumbled.

The cashier just laughed as she handed Iwazumi your bag. “You’ve got yourself a gentleman.”

Your eyes met the lady’s soft brown ones and you let out a small genuine smile that made Iwazumi’s heart flutter.

You squeezed Iwazumi’s pinky. “Yeah, I do.”

With a smile and a small wave, you walked out of the store, Iwazumi following close behind. Once you two began walking. you started to lightly swing your connected arms back and forth.

“Hajime, you can’t keep buying all my books, you’re gonna go broke.”

Iwazumi rolled his eyes. You two had already had this conversation one too many times. Why didn’t you understand that he wanted to buy all your books? He wanted to buy them because they made you happy. Because as much as you would deny it, he loved seeing the look of adoration in your eyes when he bought them.

“Yes I can, pretty girl. And no, I’m not.”

You just sighed and stuck your tongue out at him.

You two walked in comfortable silence. Today was a beautiful day. The sun was high in the sky, shining down. Soft white clouds decorated the blue sky and birds flew, putting on a show for all those watching.

As you admired the world around you, Iwazumi admired you.

He didn’t get many days off like this, and even when he did, you two usually opted to stay indoors.

Iwazumi’s olive green eyes wandered all over your figure. From your luscious hair to your spring dress. Iwazumi never understood how someone like you could be with someone like him.

And he probably never would.

But Iwazumi was thankful for it everyday. His life, mentality, happiness, and just overall being was so much better with you in it.

Iwazumi’s eyes landed on the familiar street sign and he frowned. He didn’t want to go home yet. He wanted to stay out and witness your beauty in the sun.

Iwazumi gently pulled at your pinky, getting your attention. The 5’10 college student’s ears were slightly red when you looked up at him.

“Hajj? What’s wrong?”

Iwazumi’s eyes landed on the park across the street.

“I don’t wanna go back yet, love.”

You nodded and adjusted your dress. “What do you want to do?”

Iwazumi looked down at you and your eyes sparkled. He had a feeling you knew what he wanted, but you were going to make him say it.

With a small smile, Iwazumi tugged you towards the park.

“Read to me under the sun.”

You laughed as you followed him, your eyes on his red ears. Seeing your boyfriend getting flustered was the favourite part of your day, and it happened so rarely that when it did, you couldn’t help but smile.

You and Iwazumi both reached the park. The park consisted of a large piece of land with a small children’s playground in the middle. Iwazumi led you to the other side of the park, away from the screaming children and the barking dogs.

Iwazumi stopped in a beautiful green patchy spot and you instantly sat down, fixing your dress and crossing your legs.

From the ground, you looked up at Iwazumi. The sun almost blinding you. You patted your lap and grinned at the wide smile that spread across Iwazumi’s face. The man instantly laid down, his head in your lap and his hands laced together on his chest.

You brought the book to your face, slightly further away so Iwazumi had a clear view of your face. You flipped through the first couple of pages and then cleared your throat, smiling for a second when your eyes met Iwazumi’s.

“While I was still in Amsterdam, I dreamed about my mother for the first time in years. I’d been shut up in my hotel for more than a week—”

Iwazumi was listening, he swear he was, but the way the sun shined on your skin, creating this beautiful glow that had allured him, had the words that slipped off your tongue uninterested.

Your free hand ran through Iwazumi’s dark hair, untangling the pieces. You read with a comfortable ease, having gotten used to reading aloud to Iwazumi. You could feel Iwazumi’s stare but you tried to ignore it.

After you had read almost two pages, you paused and your eyes flickered down.

Iwazumi’s olive green eyes shined as they looked up at you and you bit your lip, flustered at the intensity of his gaze.

“Why are you staring at me like that, Haji?”

“You’re so beautiful in the sun, my love.”

When you broke out into an embarrassed smile, Iwazumi’s heart clenched in his chest. He could stay like this forever. His head in your lap as you played with his hair, reading to him.

If there was a heaven, he knew that his would like this. With you staring down at him with a smile as the sun shined on your skin.

Iwazumi wondered if the rest of the park had fallen in love with you yet. If they too had been captured and blinded by your glow and beauty.

Iwazumi was so in love with you. He often wondered what he did to deserve you. You thought the same thing about him. What did you do in your past life to get someone like him?

Iwazumi brought his hand to your chin, gently rubbing your lips with his thumb.

This was it, Iwazumi thought. This is all I could ever want.

omg i’ve never written for iwa before. how exciting! i love him. i should write for him more.

taglist: @h-grangerstudies @iwasumi @snoozless @elektrosonix @bokuatsubro @ackerpotato @asterroidd @rinrinniesstuff @howcanyoubreathewithnozaire @addicedtoeverythinganime @uglystupidbxtch @qualitygiantshoepsychic @aoi-turtle @felixsamour

Did I read this listening to sad songs? Yes

Did I ugly cry? Yes

Did I love it? Absolutely

Something About Pain | Reiner Braun

Pairing: Reiner Braun x Reader (she/her pronoun)

Summary: You ran away from home and your boyfriend Reiner Braun is desperate to bring you home. When the two of you meet, you share a conversation about how pain inflicts the two of you differently.

Tags & Warning: Angst, (eventual) fluff, (mild) hurt/comfort, slow burn, major miscommunication problem, past trauma, abandonment issue, mention of anxiety, Reiner is a grumpy, hurt individual yet delicate inside | SFW

Word Count: 4.5K

A/N: Based on the request by @okubean for Twisted Match-Up! I hope you like it, boo! (More A/N at the end of the fic)

.::My Masterlist::.

Twisted Match-Up (x Reader): Zeke | Hange | Jean 

There was a vivid look of worry on the face of Reiner Braun as he drove through the empty neighborhood streets. His right hand on the steering wheel, the other one tapping anxiously on the phone, dialing the same number over and over again to no avail.

All of his calls had gone straight to your mailbox, and his text messages were no longer delivered. Reiner came to realize that you’ve blocked him. “Idiot,” he muttered to himself, cursing this whole modern affinity to accommodate people running from their problems easier. Reiner thought the feature was the stupidest thing ever created by humankind, he was pissed, but more annoyed. He realized how tired he was, and if he could, he’d rather be in bed right now. Not roaming your friend’s neighborhood at ungodly hour.

“Where… the fuck… are you…” he was pissed, evident from the grunt as he tried one final desperate attempt to call you. It went straight to your mailbox. Your cheery voice didn’t make him feel any better, if any, Reiner wished he could tell the mailbox-you to shut the hell up.

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The Lady

Imma just curl up in the corner here

Borrowed Sweaters, Stolen Kisses

— In a game of Truth or Dare, you’re dared to sneak into your crush’s dorm and steal one article of clothing to wear the next day. It just so happens that the hoodie you snatched was Shinsou’s favorite sweater.

pairing: shinsou hitoshi x reader word count: 2,204 genre: fluff, aged up au (class 3a) warnings: 16+, suggestive content

a/n: this used to be a harry potter fic i wrote on my hp account but i rewrote it for shinsou bc it just seemed fitting fhgjdhsfg. shinsou is in class 1a in this fic or 3a since they’re aged up and at least 18 years old u.u i hope y’all enjoy!! xx 

“No way.” You shook your head, kicking your legs out in front of you as you ignored Hagakure’s poking and prodding.

It was a relatively relaxed Friday night, and you and your friends decided to spend it in your dorm with a bottle of whisky and a game of Truth or Dare. The truths ranged from anything to, “Fuck, marry, kill: Sero, Kirishima, Kaminari” to, “Who was the last person you sent a nude to?” And the dares weren’t any better. Ashido practically vomiting in the corner served as a great reminder of that.

You were just grateful the dares you received were rather mundane. 

That was, until now.

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reblog if you too would sit next to aone on the train.

I just opened my YT homepage to find this heart wrenching video. Please watch it completely to get the full story. If you can donate to his gofundme I encourage you to do so; if you can’t, share it with others so we can help him the best we can :(

ngl it was hard to stop grinning once I started reading this, thank you so much, the wait was def worth it!! I’m glad you’re doing better 🥰

— Order Instructions ;; Hi there, are matchups still open?? If so, I’d like to order a matchup for Jujustu Kaisen please :)

Pronouns: she/her/hers

Zodiac: Taurus sun, Capricorn moon, Cancer rising

Personality: witty, stubborn, reserved (at first), giggly

Appearance: tall (if you count 5’7 as tall), hazel eyes, ginger hair (dyed), small hands

                                                         – @gigglywon​

༺ Chef’s Note: Sorry that this took super long for me to write. Personal life got in the way and I’m still dealing with them. I’m feeling a little better though. Thank you guys for being patient with me, I really appreciate the nice comments 💕

Thank you for ordering and being specific, it means a lot to me. I hope you enjoy your Coffee Truffle Cake! Please come again soon!

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not you too 😭 @svtmonstabtsnct

pff simp @gabysnuggles I could never do that 🤢🤢

pff simp @gabysnuggles I could never do that 🤢🤢

Did I just impulsively change my pfp and bg because my crush on Akihiko resurfaced?

take a guess

That sounds way more epic, mine sounds more like a crackfic 🥴

Gojo x Reader featuring Yuji except it's a Spy x Family au.

Just had this thought but maybe spy kids with you and Gojo as this spy parents and Yuji,Megumi and Nobara being the kids

Gojo x Reader featuring Yuji except it's a Spy x Family au.

96･01･26 — happy birthday changkyun ♡

He looks like he is going to humiliate me till I cry and guess who is horny rn

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Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide. 

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the power this man has over me is unreal 😔

「 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘆 」

jotaro kujo x reader

synopsis → early mornings with jotaro.

warnings → none

word count → 667

「 tracklist 」

↳ BIGGGGGGG jotaro brainrot recently i just… he’s so… yeah <3 also this takes place after crusaders?? like um when joots graduates high school yeah <333

the sun peeks through the cracked windows, a halo of light casting over you. you stir in your sleep, an annoyed whine falling from your lips as you roll away from the sun, tucking your face against warm skin. the arm around you tugs you close despite its owner drowning in slumber. one eye slowly opens, then the other, no longer met by the rising sun but the face of your boyfriend.

his plump lips are parted with each slow breath, head tilted against the pillow. black curls fall over his face, curtaining the smooth planes of his skin. he’s practically glowing under the halo of the morning sky, his already tan skin glistening. his chest rises with every breath that fans over your face, you can feel it against you.

you softly smile to yourself, admiring the sleeping man beside you. a finger slowly traces over the sharp angles of his cheekbone and jaw, dragging down over his contoured collarbones, circling each of his pecs before curving through the valleys of his abdomen. he seemed as if he was sculpted by angels, a sight so breathtaking it was hard to look away.

“you’re staring.”

you freeze, wincing as your eyes travel back to his. jotaro’s eyes are still closed, but the slightest hint of a smirk tugs at his lips.

“sorry?” you apologize, though it comes out like a question.

he shakes his head. “good grief,” he mutters before cracking an eye open.

his eyes, already a dazzling shade of crystal blue seem so luminescent in this light, morphing into a shade of bluish green. there’s a soft smile on his lips, one that’s only reserved for you as his hand smooths over your back and waist beneath your t-shirt.

his eyes drift over your face, pausing at your lips before shooting back up to your eyes. you’re smirking, tracing hearts over his stomach, the gesture bringing a soft blush over your boyfriend’s face, to which he nuzzles deeper into the pillow to hide it. you take pride in knowing you’re the only one who can do that. you bring a hand up, pushing your fingers through the thick jungle of jotaro’s hair, nails grazing his scalp. his eyes flutter, a low hum of approval ringing in his throat as he tugs you closer to him, head against your chest.

you glance at the clock. “it’s early.”

a grunt in agreement.

“we should go help your mom out with breakfast.”

he scoffs against your chest, arms tightening more and more around you. with his strength, there was no way you were leaving his grasp anytime soon. “give us another hour or two. don’t wanna deal with that shit yet.”

you scowl, lighting digging your nails into his head more in retaliation. his eyes peak up, glaring up at you in a way that you knew you couldn’t say no to. you sigh in defeat, resuming your movements in his hair. “fine. but we’re getting up in an hour to help your mom.”

he hums lowly, telling you that’s fine with him before he angles his face up at you. a loving smile, one so pure and so un-jotaro-like rests on his lips. he cups your cheek, smoothing his thumb over your supple skin before drawing your face closer to his lips connecting. it’s soft and pure, so fitting for a morning like now. your brains spinning, thoughts only filled of him, almost as if he casted you under a spell. jotaro isn’t a man of many words, but he still makes sure to show you he loves you

jotaro pulls away, his forehead against yours, thumb smoothing over your cheek, that lazy, sleepy grin he uses for you stretching his cheeks.

“you’re pretty when you smile,” you say, poking his cheek.

jotaro’s smile drops, but you can see the faint sheen of red over his cheeks as he rolls onto his back, tugging you into his chest, mumbling a soft “good grief” before the two of you find your way back into the dreamy haze of slumber.

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Reblog if you think Moon Taeil is essential to NCT.

I’m trying to prove a point.

I mean at least now he knows 🥴

If you're ever sad, just remember that Bokuto rang the fire alarm to know how firm he should press it

info | about mama

just a head’s up that a huge portion of this information comes from dispatch, whom i hate, so… just keep that in mind. mnet basically confirmed the whole thing, though.

tldr; mnet put an incredibly large number of people in danger, with numbers in the hundreds at the very least. there was an extremely large difference in the treatment that actors received and idols/singers/performers received respectively.

here’s where i’ll begin to break down the information for everyone.

the 2020 mnet asian music awards ceremony was held on december 6, 2020. (two days ago as of first posting.) there was no live audience due to the pandemic. however, an incredibly large number of artists (performers and actors alike) along with their staff were present.

on covid: three managers of presenters and actors (lee jungjae’s manager, kwon sangwoo’s manager, park sodam’s manager) have tested positive for the virus. since presenters were inside the building, it would be logical to assume their staff was as well.

i do not know whether the actors or other staff members have received results yet. i did a pretty thorough search and pulled up nothing, but i will update this post with any news if i see some.

the stage was disinfected between every person coming and going, and mics were also sanitized. 

on mismanagement, mistreatment, etc: mama 2020 was an extremely poorly organized event. this is even ignoring the fact that we are in the middle of a pandemic and transmission is picking up exponentially in korea.

with the announcement that the presenter’s manager had tested positive, questions arose about 1) why performers wore masks and presenters didn’t and 2) why presenters were inside when it seems all performers were outside. it does not get better from here.

mama was held in a half finished venue. there weren’t enough waiting rooms for everyone that was there.

presenters/actors were given precedence. they had individually set up rooms, heated and catered.

performers were not given precedence (or humane treatment, for that matter). all except for two artists (it is unclear whether these were solo artists or groups. there are theories but i’m not listing them here because i think it’ll cause tension) were told to wait outside in their cars. mama lasted six hours. temperature reports range from 2° C (35° F) to -3° C (26° F).

performers did not receive catering. they were informed that they could use the cafeteria inside the building, but that’s a shared space and a covid risk, so they got convenience store food or fast food on their own.

performers had to use portable toilets, in the dark, in the parking lot. phone flashlights were used to touch up makeup.

some performers physically could not stay in cars for six hours, and therefore had to rent rooms to stay in nearby.

performers found out about the way presenters were treated via social media.

the majority of performances were pre-recorded. (mnet actually used this fact in its rebuttal but we’ll get to that later.) as such, performers really only went inside the building to accept awards, leaving them outside for hours on end.

certain sources say that the artists readily accepted the proposal to stay outside (due to covid regulations. korea’s on level two).

there is photographic evidence of this, but some of it is from sasaengs and some of it is from dispatch. there is a video of treasure running through the parking lot after receiving their award that i am 99% sure came from a sasaeng. the video has millions of views, which is why i’m mentioning it, but given the questionable at minimum source, i will not be linking it. there are other previews and videos of the parking lot floating around, but i’m trying to avoid them because the majority of them, if not all, are an invasion of privacy.

here is evidence from performers themselves:

txt posted a video of themselves outside.

here is a photo of monsta x’s minhyuk in his car.

on mnet’s response: (…)

…basically they said that it was impossible to keep everyone inside due to covid-19 regulations and their solution was to… do what they did.

it’s more eloquent than that. they say that the decision to separate presenters and performers came on the basis of what they did that day. performers pre-recorded and therefore were not in the building for the entirety of the day (just a fourth! but whatever). presenters had rehearsal the day of and therefore were provided waiting rooms.

this is not my translation, but apparently this statement was made. “for actors/actresses, there were many things to prepare in advance, such as scripts. the idols only had to receive awards and share their thoughts.”

do with that what you will.

sources:

the dispatch article (x) various translations from the article (x) (x) (x) the original controversy translation (this thread has a link to photographic evidence which does include photos presumably taken by sasaengs) (x) mama’s response (x) the covid cases (x)

Excuse me, when you like someone's post, can you please leave a comment on WHY you liked it? Thank you :)

Oh damn, I’ll try to remember because I do want creators to keep making content, it just slips from my mind to do that 😅

Simping for dilftaro 😩

rb if you’d wipe all pedophiles off this earth