Cosmic Concoctions [posted Works] - Tumblr Posts

As the shadows of discomfort settled within you, Iwaizumi Hajime was attuned to the subtle shifts in your mood. He navigated the unspoken language of your body with an intimacy that transcended words. On those days when your spirit waned under the weight of cramps and fatigue, he transformed into a gentle guardian.

Iwaizumi, perceptive and compassionate, moved with an innate understanding. His touch was tender, fingers trailing soft patterns against your back as you curled up together. A warmth radiated from his presence, soothing the ache that plagued you.

He'd offer a hot water bottle, prepared without a word, anticipating your needs before you could voice them. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat echoed through the room, a comforting lullaby that eased the restlessness within you.

His gaze spoke volumes, a silent promise to stand by you through the storm of discomfort. There were no grand declarations—just the assurance that he was there, a steadfast anchor in the ebb and flow of your body's natural cycle.

Iwaizumi's love manifested in the quiet moments, in the way he fetched your favorite snacks or brewed a comforting cup of tea. His understanding was a balm, a reminder that vulnerability was not a burden but a shared experience.

In his eyes, you were not defined by the inconveniences of biology but by the strength that arose from enduring it. As he held you close, providing both physical and emotional support, Iwaizumi became a sanctuary—a safe haven where the discomfort of the present melted away in the warmth of his love.

A/n: This was self indulgent as i had really bad period cramps today :( But it made me feel so much better

Fictional Other List

My Fictional Others

🌷- Romantic

🧸 - Platonic

🎀 - Familial

Note: Some MHA characters have 2 emojis by them because I am also a shifter, so there's 2 different stories for them

♡ MHA ♡

Shota Aizawa 🎀

Shinso Hitoshi 🎀

Denki Kaminari 🌷

Kirishima Eijirou 🌷

Bakugo Katsuki 🌷🧸

Todoroki Shoto 🌷🧸

Izuku Midoriya 🌷🧸

Hawks 🌷🧸

Dabi 🌷🧸

Mina Ashido 🧸

Ochaco Uraraka 🧸

♡ Haikyuu ♡

Akaashi Keiji 🌷

Bokuto Kotaro 🌷

Iwaizumi Hajime 🌷

Tooru Oikawa 🧸

Suna Rintaro 🌷

Osamu Miya 🌷

Kita Shinsuke 🌷

Kuroo Testuro 🌷

Kenma Kozume 🌷

Sugawara Koushi 🌷

Yamaguchi Tadashi 🧸

Ushijima Wakatoshi 🌷

Tendo Satori 🧸

♡ TWST ♡

Malleus Draconia 🌷

Leona Kingscholar 🌷

Jack Howl 🧸

Jade Leech 🌷

Floyd Leech 🌷

Vil Schoenheit 🌷

Epel Felmeir 🧸

Jamil Viper 🌷

♡ Genshin Impact ♡

Tighnari 🌷

Xiao 🌷

Kazuha Kadehara 🌷

Zhongli 🌷

Neuvillette 🌷

Wriothesley 🌷

Scara/Wanderer 🌷

Alhaitham 🌷

Kaveh 🧸

Nahida 🧸

Lyney 🌷

Venti 🧸

↳ Potential F/Os

Lynette 🧸

Freminet 🧸

♡ FNAF: Security Breach ♡

Sundrop 🧸

Moondrop 🧸

I am NOT comfortable sharing ANY of my romantic f/os!!

Tag system under the cut!

— cosmic concoctions ⋆·ʚ⁺ [posted works]

— enchanted chronicles ⋆·ʚ⁺ [series]

— treasure trove ⋆·ʚ⁺ [recs]

— starlit faves ⋆·ʚ⁺

— playtime parchment ⋆·ʚ⁺ [games]

— cosmic musings ⋆·ʚ⁺ [ramblings]

— cosmic crushes ⋆·ʚ⁺

— celestial celebrations ⋆·ʚ⁺ [events]

A Night to Remember

— [˚ʚ♡ɞ˚] Vil Schoenheit x black fem!reader

❥ [genre]➼ fluff

a/n: I wore this really pretty purple dress to a banquet yesterday and now I can’t stop thinking about going to a banquet with Vil for the first time as a couple

You never imagined you'd be here. Not in a million years. Yet here you are, standing in front of a grand, ornate mirror in the dressing room of the most luxurious banquet hall you've ever set foot in. The reflection staring back at you is almost unrecognizable, but undeniably beautiful. Your deep purple dress cascades down in elegant waves, hugging your curves in all the right places, making you feel like royalty. A small, nervous smile creeps onto your face as you adjust a stray curl, hoping everything stays in place for the night.

"Are you ready, darling?" Vil's voice, smooth and confident, echoes from behind the door. There's a tenderness in his tone that never fails to make your heart flutter.

Taking a deep breath, you nod to yourself before stepping out. The moment your eyes meet his, you can see the approval and admiration sparkling in his violet eyes. Dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, Vil is the epitome of grace and elegance, his golden hair falling perfectly into place. He extends a hand towards you, a silent invitation.

"Ready," you reply, slipping your hand into his.

The banquet hall is nothing short of breathtaking. Crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a warm, ethereal glow over the room. Guests mingle and chat, their laughter and conversation a pleasant hum in the background. But as you walk in, all eyes seem to turn towards you and Vil. Whispers and murmurs follow your steps, but you pay them no mind. With Vil by your side, you feel invincible.

You both make your way to your table, where familiar faces greet you with warm smiles and nods. Vil pulls out your chair for you, a simple gesture that sends a wave of affection through you. Once seated, the conversation flows easily, but you find yourself stealing glances at Vil every few moments. The way he interacts with others, so poised and articulate, makes your heart swell with pride and admiration.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asks quietly, leaning in just enough for only you to hear.

"Very much," you reply, your smile genuine. "Thank you for inviting me."

His hand finds yours under the table, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I wouldn't want to be here with anyone else."

Dinner is served, and the courses are as exquisite as the company. The flavors dance on your palate, a symphony of culinary delight. But the true highlight of the evening is the moment Vil stands, holding out his hand once more.

"May I have this dance?" he asks, his voice filled with a softness reserved only for you.

You nod, your heart racing with anticipation. The two of you make your way to the dance floor, where a waltz is already in full swing. As his arms encircle you, you feel a sense of calm wash over you. The world around you fades away, leaving only the music and the warmth of Vil's embrace.

He leads you gracefully, each step perfectly in sync. The purple dress you wear swirls around you, a vibrant contrast against Vil's dark attire. You can feel the eyes of the room on you, but in this moment, it's just the two of you. His hand on your waist is firm yet gentle, guiding you effortlessly across the floor.

"You're an amazing dancer," you whisper, your voice barely audible over the music.

"And you," he replies, his lips curving into a smile, "are a vision."

You laugh softly, a sound that seems to blend perfectly with the melody. Time seems to stretch and blur, each moment an eternity and an instant all at once. When the music finally fades, there's a collective sigh from the onlookers, but all you can see is Vil's face, his eyes locked onto yours.

The rest of the evening passes in a blur of laughter, conversation, and shared glances. Every now and then, Vil's hand finds yours, a reassuring presence that grounds you amidst the opulence and grandeur. As the night draws to a close, you find yourselves outside, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the warmth inside.

"Did you have a good time?" Vil asks, his hand still intertwined with yours.

"The best," you reply, leaning into him.

He smiles, a soft, genuine expression that makes your heart ache with love. "Good. Because this is just the beginning."

You look up at him, your eyes meeting his. "Of what?"

"Of many more nights like this," he says, his voice filled with promise. "Together."

And in that moment, standing under the stars with Vil by your side, you know he's right. This is just the beginning of a beautiful journey, one filled with love, laughter, and countless nights like this. Together.

[ ©𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐧𝐠. all rights reserved, may 2024. do not steal, repost, nor claim as your own! ]

Kuroo Tetsuro is everywhere—plastered on posters for the volleyball team, the topic of campus gossip, and the focus of every girl’s attention. Every girl except for you, that is.

While girls fawned over his signature smirk and effortless charm, you stayed focused on your own passion project: the Kiss Book. No, it’s not some cringey “Burn Book” replica from Mean Girls—you’re more creative than that. The Kiss Book wasn’t anything scandalous, but it did keep track of every romantic or flirty interaction the volleyball players had on campus. You ran a vlog about the volleyball team—how they play, who they’ve been seen with, and, most importantly, who they’ve kissed. It started as a joke with your best friend, but now it’s evolved into this fun, quirky project that you also talk about on your vlog.

Kuroo knew about the Kiss Book, of course. Everyone on campus did. But what bugged him the most was that while you documented the love lives of his teammates—and even himself—he’d never once caught you looking at him like everyone else did. It was almost like he didn’t exist in your world beyond his stats and the occasional fling mentioned in your vlog. That drove him crazy.

And so, the campus heartthrob made it his mission to get your attention.

He’d go out of his way to walk past you, letting his deep laugh carry in your direction, flashing you a knowing smirk that sent most girls swooning. But you? You’d barely glance up from your notebook, jotting down another name or tidbit for your next vlog update.

It wasn’t that you didn’t find him attractive. You weren’t blind. It was just... Kuroo Tetsuro didn’t impress you the way he seemed to impress everyone else. You had bigger things to focus on, and besides, you weren’t about to fall into the same trap that half the campus had. The Kiss Book was just that—a book. You weren’t interested in getting your own name written down in it.

But Kuroo saw it as a challenge.

“Y’know, I’ve noticed you’ve been a little quiet about me lately,” he teased one day, leaning over the desk where you were setting up your camera for another vlog.

“Maybe you’re just not that interesting anymore,” you replied coolly, not bothering to look up at him as you adjusted the focus.

He chuckled, leaning in closer, voice dropping into that low, honeyed tone he used to wrap girls around his finger. “Or maybe you’re trying to keep me all to yourself.”

You finally glanced up, meeting his intense gaze with a raised brow. “Dream on, Kuroo.”

And yet, the glint in his eyes told you he wasn’t about to give up that easily.

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Want to see more of Kuroo and The Kiss Book? Let me know in the comments!

[ ©𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐧𝐠. all rights reserved, september 2024. do not steal, repost, nor claim as your own! ]

How would Kiri react to finding out his black fem S/O has a Miffy obsession?

Kiri finding out his black fem S/O is obsessed with Miffy!

Okay, Kiri would lose his mind in the best way possible. Like, this big, buff, manly hero who looks like he could bench press a car? The second he finds out you’re all about that cute little bunny, he’s instantly melting.

He’d be in awe, like, “Babe, I didn’t know you were into Miffy? That’s so adorable!!” The way he says it, with his wide grin and bright eyes, would make you feel so seen and understood. He’s definitely the type to dive headfirst into anything that makes you happy. Whether it’s Miffy pajamas, plushies, or even a Miffy phone case, you best believe Kiri’s getting all of it for you.

And he’d totally start finding ways to incorporate Miffy into your daily life. Imagine him surprising you with a Miffy-themed care package after a long day, complete with a cute stuffed Miffy, a Miffy blanket, and some snacks. He’d probably low-key start wearing Miffy socks just to make you smile (and because he secretly thinks they’re kinda cool).

“Look, babe, I’m rockin’ Miffy now too!” he’d say, showing off his socks with that trademark shark-tooth grin. And don’t even get him started if he finds out you’re into the aesthetic too—he’d be like, “We gotta deck out our room with Miffy stuff, c’mon!” He’d help you decorate without hesitation, making sure it’s perfect.

At the end of the day, he’s just over the moon that something makes you so happy, and he’s all in. Seeing you light up when you talk about your Miffy obsession? Yeah, that’s Kiri’s new favorite thing. 💕

[ ©𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐧𝐠. all rights reserved, september 2024. do not steal, repost, nor claim as your own! ]

Kuroo had gotten bolder.

It started with little things—a smirk thrown your way when he walked past, a casual comment about your latest vlog as if he actually watched it. You ignored him, of course. You had no time for his games. But then he started showing up in places you didn’t expect.

Like today.

You were sitting outside the campus cafe, sipping on your iced coffee and flipping through your notes when the chair across from you scraped the ground. You didn’t have to look up to know who it was.

“Busy, I see,” Kuroo drawled, setting his own drink down on the table as if he’d been invited. “You working on a new Kiss Book entry? Or are you finally going to let me take you out so you can write about your own experience for once?”

You huffed, keeping your eyes glued to your notes. “I think you’ve confused me with one of your fan club members. I’m not interested in being your latest conquest.”

He leaned in, resting his chin in his hand, eyes gleaming with amusement. “I don’t want you to be my conquest. I want you to be my favorite.”

The nerve of this guy.

You finally met his gaze, unimpressed. “And what makes you think I’d even entertain that idea?”

He grinned, sharp and playful. “Because I’m the only guy on this campus you haven’t written about in a way that matters.”

Your jaw clenched. He wasn’t wrong, but that wasn’t the point. You weren’t about to stroke his ego like everyone else. “Maybe that’s because you’re not worth writing about.”

“Ouch, cold.” He mockingly clutched his chest, then leaned back in his chair, still watching you like he was figuring you out. “I gotta admit, I like the way you think.”

You rolled your eyes, reaching for your drink to ignore the heat rising to your cheeks. Kuroo was annoying, sure. But you couldn’t deny that there was something... different about the way he focused on you. Like you were the only puzzle he hadn’t solved yet, and it was driving him insane.

“You know,” he started again, tapping his fingers on the table, “I don’t mind being a footnote in your Kiss Book. But I’d much rather be the story.”

Your eyes snapped to his, his words lingering in the air between you. Kuroo wasn’t playing the same game as before. He wasn’t just trying to get your attention. He was serious.

The intensity in his gaze caught you off guard, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to say. But you weren’t about to let him win that easily.

“You’ll have to work a lot harder for that,” you replied, standing up and grabbing your bag. “I don’t just hand out chapters to anyone.”

His grin widened as he watched you leave. “Challenge accepted.”

[ ©𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐧𝐠. all rights reserved, september 2024. do not steal, repost, nor claim as your own! ]