Its Okay I Didnt Need My Heart Anyway

it’s okay i didn’t need my heart anyway 😀

This is a visual representation of my interpretation of Trese’s relationship with The Kambal which is basically “I still don’t trust you but I love you anyway” (among other things as well)I really don’t think she completely trusts them which is why the twins work hard for her approval but it never really worked out. Idk how it is in the comics tho. Angst fuel 🙏 I based Basilio’s hair as a child in the comics since I just prefer it.

bucci gang’s bae interacting w/ their stand (non-poly, sfw)

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@dragons-and-skulls​: heyo, I really love your content! I wanna ask: what do the bucci gang’s or la squadra stands think of the s/o? how do they interact with them? what do the stand users think of this? 

warnings: nonnnne just more cute stand interactions!

notes: pssssshhhh psshhh hrrng im braindead i’m gonna go consume some samyang spicy noodles now so have fun readin dis. la squadra one can be found here!

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half filo iwa who points at stuff w his lips

THIS IS SO FUNNY PLSS ESP WITH THE TEAM

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iwa: hoi oikawa can you hand me my towel on the bench *insert accent* ober dere *points with lip*

oikawa: ??? are you trying to kiss me iwa chan???

iwa: *mutters* gago ka pala. no i’m pointing to my towel ON THE BENCH *points with lip again*

oikawa: okok save the kisses for y/n tho hehehe

iwa: *throws a ball at him*

iwa: mahal can you hand me my water bottle?

you: yea where is it

iwa: doon *points with lips*

you: ano??? it’s not there

iwa: ay nako mahal look with your eyes not your mouth. doon oo *points AGGRESSIVELY*

you: HOI HAJIME HA. HINDI KA TATAY KO.

iwa: IT’S RIGHT THERE MAHAL PLEASE

USHI GUSHY AND SUNARIN PLS IM KILIGING MY ASS OFF

im here to request again !! aahhmm can i request how will hq boys react if their s/o called them 'their husband' while ordering through a drive thru?? again i like to say i love your writing ❤️❤️

HAIKYUU BOYS REACTION WHEN YOU SUDDENLY CALL THEM YOUR HUSBAND

with: timeskip! suna, ushijima, oikawa, akaashi

notes: fluff! ❤️❤️ anon i love u so much!!!! also, i added a few other scenarios here but put the drive-thru one for suna~ ur prompts are so cute btw ;;

❊ SUNA scans the menu from your side of the window thinking of what to get. it's way past dinnertime and nothing about fast food in the middle of the night screams healthy but these spontaneous little drive-thru trips with you are just too precious to pass up.

a voice from the intercom suddenly shakes him from his thoughts, "welcome to wackdonald's, what can i get for ya?"

you turn the car radio down and move your head closer to the window, "um, i'll just get the fries and..." you trail off turning to your boyfriend, "rin what are you getting?"

suna squints at the menu again and hums, "just the cheeseburger and some coke." he says before slumping back down on his seat and busying himself with his phone. you glance at him and smirk, a silly little idea popping into your head.

you clear your throat making sure that he'll hear you, "uh-hu, and my husband will get the cheeseburger happy meal." and as you expected, his head shoots up from his phone in surprise. you choose to ignore him, suppressing your giggles, and continue to drive to collect and pay for your order.

you thank the crew with a smile as they give you the bag with your food and hand suna his happy meal, "what's wrong, rin?"

he looks away almost instantly and mumbles, "nothing." you bite your lip, his little frown and pout is making it impossible for you to keep your act up, "why'd ya get me a happy meal?" he asks.

you shrug as you drive off the restaurant, "just because..." finally you give in, letting a chuckle slip your lips, "...my husband deserves it." suna's head whips to you, and as soon as he sees that little smirk on your face he rolls his eyes, a flustered blush creeping on his cheeks.

❊ USHIJIMA takes a handful of onions from a stall and chirpily places it in your basket. he's lost in his own little world, inspecting vegetables and thinking of what to cook for you tonight. "look at this y/n," he reaches for a fresh cabbage and shows you, "it's newly harvested." your eyes dart from the cabbage and at your smiling boyfriend, your weekly rendezvous to the farmer's market never fails to put him in the best mood.

you take the cabbage from his hand and grin, "something with this for dinner later then?" he nods his head and continues his shopping.

you walk up to the lady minding the stall and pay for your goods and she gives you a big smile, "your husband sure knows his vegetables." she chuckles as she eyes ushijima, who suddenly finds himself listening in your little conversation.

a smile tugs at your lips, "ah, yes. my husband loves coming here." the words slip from your mouth and ring just right in your ear.

you thank the lady and get ready to leave when ushijima suddenly takes a set of carrots and puts them in your basket, "we'll also be taking these," he points to the carrots and passes the lady his payment.

"ooh, looks like dinner will be good!" the lady chirps as she returns his change.

ushijima nods, a pleased grin on his face, "yes, i will be making vegetable stir fry for my wife later."

❊ OIKAWA nervously clears his throat and fixes his hair for the hundredth time in the past hour. you suppress a small laugh and snake your hands up to his hair, fixing it yourself. "you'll do fine, tooru. don't worry."

he lets out an anxious sigh but grins at your touch, "well i am meeting the rest of your family for the first time today-"

"-y/n!" a kid calls for you, waving their little hands excitedly.

you shoot them a smile and wave back, "that's my nephew/niece," you tell oikawa and take his hand, leading him up the front door.

your nephew/niece stares up at your boyfriend with this little sparkle of wonder in their eyes as they gasp, "whoa!" they giddily look him up and down then shoot you a grin, "your husband is really tall!"

you snort out a laugh, "right? my husband's a volleyball player!" you beam.

your nephew/niece gasps again and you feel oikawa's shoulder tense up, "cool! can you teach me?" they ask him with anticipation and he gives them a big grin nodding his head, "of course!"

you couldn't help but smile and wonder why he was ever nervous about meeting your family when he's such a natural, "why don't we go inside? everyone's probably waiting." the kid nods and runs inside the house.

just as the two of you head inside, he pulls you in and whispers, "you didn't correct them..." he clears his throat, "about the husband thing..."

you tilt your head playfully, "hm? did you want me to?"

oikawa's features suddenly light up and his usual smirk finds its way back on his lips, "hmmm..." he trails off teasingly and confidently takes your hand in his, "nope, i'd rather you not."

❊ AKAASHI silently stands beside you with his hands clasped together behind his back, patiently waiting for you to finish your little conversation with an old friend.

"oh! i don't think we've met yet," your friend extends a hand to him and they shake, exchanging small smiles.

"oh! this is my..." you trail off, glancing at akaashi who wears his usual friendly grin. you bite your tongue, the urge to tease him just for fun crosses your mind. and without thinking much, you decide to do just that.

you carefully watch his expression before beaming, "...husband, keiji!"

there are two akaashi's you love: a smiling akaashi and a very very flustered akaashi.

and like on cue, his cheeks flush the deepest hue of red and you couldn't help but giggle, smitten like a kitten.

you exchange more small talk with your friend before you part ways. and when the both of you were far away enough, he pokes your arm and pouts, "what was that for?"

you hum in pretend thought, "i don't know..." you look up at him and flash him that smirk he can never resist, "just felt like it?"

he sighs running his fingers through his hair then adjusts his glasses, a lovable habit, "this is troublesome, y/n."

"hm?" you stop walking, confused by his sudden remark.

he turns to you, it was his turn to flash you a smirk, one he knows you can never resist, "i have to marry you now to keep up with your little act."

p.s.: aaaaa i love doing prompts sm,, so don't be shy send them in! also im so sorry these took so long uni is killing me ;;

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I SAW MY HUSBANDS IM HERE I HAVE ARRIVED AND IM CRYING BC IM SINGLE

Ah omg I just got an idea for a lil fic that maybe you could write if you wanna! No pressure at all!

Okay so in this reader is a poet but only as a hobby, not as a profession. They have shown their poems to Kuroo or Osamu (+any character you wanna add) but not the ones that are intended for the bois because they're too shy and whenever they wanna do it, they freak out and just don't do it? And the bois accidentally come across it and they know it is about them (call it intuition or maybe the title it "for blah blah blah") and the bois just cry because feels😩💞

Oh and just one thing, the reader's writings are just very flowery with the most beautiful prose (like~ "kisses that inspire stars to ignite" or something like that. Idk I write a lot like that and I just love it too much akdgdldufbdl)

Thank you so much! Have a lovely day ahead :)

WHEN THEY ACCIDENTALLY READ THE POEM YOU WROTE FOR THEM

with: osamu, kuroo, semi

notes: a/n in p.s.! — fluff! featuring my sorry attempt at poetry

❊ OSAMU waves your notebook at you as he exits the classroom, a simple gesture of thanks that sends your heart into loops. he secures your belonging in his bag, grateful to have you, and subsequently your notes, in his every day. the two of you walk home on your own different routes, both completely oblivious of your little confession tucked away in prose, scribbled between your notes. he plumps down on his chair, clearly not excited about spending a few good hours studying. he could be resting now or even making that bento box he promised he'd bring for you again. with another sigh, he flips your notebook open, eyes scanning through the handwriting he's come to love. suddenly, he stops at a little note, lazily written on the side:

gazing absently through heavy-lidded eyes as canary beams pierce through the listless room your warm tone mismatches the tiredness of early noon ever so effortlessly you hand over a clothed box entirely oblivious to how my heart feels a hundred knocks. your kindness is supposed to be mundane a scarlet rush to the cheeks as you tread away, as the sun sets once more i let the butterflies astray this scenario i surely will replay. i hope the day will arrive, with the courage and no strife to finally send to you, to: osamu

he's frozen, drinking in your words—your words for him. he's overwhelmed with all these emotions he can't comprehend and process. he wants to call you, he wants to see you, he wants to read the poem again and again just to make sure it was about him, that it was his. without him knowing, he's tearing up, lost in his own happily confused thoughts. you like him, you like the bentos he gives you. he's smiling as he wipes his tears—you like him enough to write him a poem.

"did you find everything you needed?" you yawn, still a bit hazy from the morning. osamu hands you back your notebook and smiles, a shy boyish smile. "yeah," he puts his hands on his pockets and looks away, a hint of a blush on his cheeks. "thank you, y/n." he says before briskly shuffling out the room, leaving you no time to reply. you watch as he quickly disappears into the hallway, his familiar gray hair mixing with the bustling morning crowd. a yawn escapes you once more as you slump down your chair and lazily flip through your notebook. suddenly, you stop, as so the rest of your world. for written beneath your forgotten poem is another, a reply of some sorts, scribbled neatly in his familiar handwriting.

❊ KUROO's eyes trail on your pen as they scribble away words he can't seem to comprehend. with a little sigh, he shifts his gaze to you and your focused frown. he loved seeing you like this, engrossed and determined, but there was this ticklish feeling in him that just urged him to disturb you. perhaps, he wanted you to look at him like that too.

and without thinking much, his hands swoop in and grab your notebook from the table, immediately holding it up away from you. with a huff, you try to retrieve it but to no avail.

"lemme just see what you've been busy with, y/n..." he coos, teasingly flipping through the pages. "notes, notes, oh you spelled adenosine triphosphate wrong here." his eyes dart through each word then at you with a smug little smile.

"shut up, give it back." you hiss, which he ignores.

"oooh look what we have here..." and with that, kuroo clears his throat and puts his hand on his chest,

deep hues of plum and claret slowly dance through the sifted clouds

he begins, dramatically reading off your poem as if he was in a shakespearean play. your cheeks exude a deep read, heart raising and anxious.

treading leisurely through what we make of as paper towns and lifeless crowds

it was your last intention for him to catch even a glimpse of this little poem. but here he is nevertheless reading, no, mocking it no less.

you who loom tall and proud over safely like a shroud,

walking together has me hoping that the winding roads will go on for hours.

call it intuition or familiarity, but he begins to slow his reading, the playfulness nowhere in his tongue.

is it even safe to say

that i long for moments like these to stay

but when i see your figure against the hues of day,

i wish i had the courage to keep this walk home cliché

he finishes almost in a whisper remembering the days he walked you home. he looks at you, studying and understanding the meaning behind the flush of your cheeks. you stand, looking everywhere but at him, and snatch your notebook from his loosened grasp.

you hear his footsteps from behind you, "wait y/n, i'm sorry. um," yet you continue to walk away. "that poem," he continues and you ignore. "is it about..." he catches up to you and tugs on your sleeve, so softly it makes you stop. "...me?"

you stiffen in his presence, no, in his question. for it was true, all your prose, all your words are for him.

"and what if it is?" you utter with all the fake courage.

kuroo straightens, taken aback by your sudden honesty, "oh, i..." he shifts his hands to the back of his neck. shy, the man before you is shy, "i'd actually really like that."

❊ SEMI spins his pen around his fingers, gaze focused on nowhere as he tries to find the words for his lyrics. you sit across him, admiring the way the afternoon sun hits his features just right. suddenly, his gaze lands on you. he didn't mean to, in fact, he's been trying to avoid it all this time. for the way you sat there—just a few inches from him, wonderful and radiant—distracted him from getting any work done.

he's aware of his feelings for you, he's written about it countless times, he's just unsure of yours. and he wouldn't dare ruin what you two currently have for his selfish feelings.

"got anything?" he suddenly speaks, forcing himself off his own thoughts.

you look up at him and absentmindedly shrug, "dunno, you can take a look at these though," semi takes the notebook you hand him and peruses through the pages. he then stops and smiles, he's found it, his new lyrics.

"i can use these, right?" he asks and you nod in consent, completely oblivious of the verse he chose.

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the hallways sound with the morning bustle of chatting students. from the corner of your eye, you spot semi excitedly holding up his guitar and calling for you. a smile finds its way on your lips as you skip out to the hallway to meet him.

"listen to this," he says after the two of you found a pretty quiet corner by the staircase. he gently places his fingers on the chords of his guitar, and you're immediately absorbed, captivated.

he starts to strum softly and beautiful notes lift through the air between him and you. then he sings:

rugged tunes and misfit moods,

defiant colors do those snow-piercing eyes exude.

slowly as you pluck through several melodies

come be my remedy

you hold in your gasp, mentally cursing yourself for having forgotten this little verse you wrote for him. you peer at semi who's still playing his new song to you, hoping and wishing he doesn't notice. oh, but he does. he takes note of your blush, of the way you suddenly looked away, the way your hands just can't seem to relax. but he doesn't understand, you weren't usually like this.

he thinks about the little moment the two of you had throughout the day. did you not like his song? did he say something wrong? or perhaps, did you in fact like it? he's left sighing and going back and forth, and his friends have had quite enough.

"stop it," hayato hisses at him and his eyes widen in surprise. everyone in their little lunch circle starts nodding their head, he wasn't really doing a good job at hiding his dilemma.

semi sighs another time and takes a piece of paper from his notebook, your lyrics written on it, and shows it to everyone. "y/n wrote this and i used it in my song, i think she got upset..."

they all lean in to get a glimpse of the lyrics then look at each other, either plain tired or holding in their laughter from semi's ignorance.

"dude," tendou hands the paper back to his oh-so-stupid and naive friend, "it's literally about you."

semi furrows his eyebrows and thinks about it. sometimes, to see the obvious it has to be pointed out to you. and once realization strikes him, he's a mess of crimson blushes and seemingly a hundred heartbeats.

p.s.: alright i loved this prompt so much it challenged me but i ultimately started hating what i was writing so i elicited @reinpours' help with the poems for this one! i just want to say hats down to people (like you kashish!) who can write beautiful prose, it is so hard and i believe it takes a certain level of skill and passion to do so. so kudos to you! my flowery words have simply withered away HAHAHAAHAHAHA

p.p.s.: these were long long lmao also i can't help but just imagine semi looking for you first thing in the morning with his guitar i would disintegrate

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LMAOOOO MINE IS AN EDIT WITH ME AND KUROO (god i love that man) BUT IM NOT DOING A FACE REVEAL LMAOOO

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