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Read it once, will read like hundreds of times again, this was the prettiest piece of writings I've read, I really love the way you write kohi, and this was amazing. If you don't wanna miss something beautiful, read this.

𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫

for all the times he’s shot at a star, he’d never once thought about how freeing it could feel to fall.

kuroo tetsurou x reader (no pronouns for reader mentioned)

genre: angst, alternate universe 

word count: 2.3k

warnings: vague spoilers for cowboy bebop (similar themes/symbolism & scene setup but the plot is not exactly the same, a few lines are direct quotes from the show), major character death, guns

thank you @strawberries-and-peppermint​ & @catzula​ for beta reading <3

notes: this is my contribution to @elektrosonix​​’s stargazing collab! the italicized parts in parentheses are flashbacks/recollections. inspiration for this piece was heavily drawn from cowboy bebop (episode 5 in particular), and the title is taken from “last words of a shooting star” by mitski. here is a list of songs I highly recommend listing to for the “full experience”. hope you enjoy!

a definitive bang rings through the empty corridor, and it brings him back to you. 

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hii can i request how will hq boys react to "he's gone, you can come over now" tiktok trend ?? hehe thank youu, btw i love your writings ❤️❤️

HAIKYUU BOYS REACTION WHEN YOU TEXT "HE'S GONE U CAN COME OVER NOW" AS HE LEAVES

with: kageyama, bokuto, atsumu, sakusa

note: aaaaa my first request! and it's so cuuuute~ went ahead and chose these boys hope that's ok,, and thank u nonnie ur so sweet! take all my love (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

❊ KAGEYAMA's hands linger on your waist as he kisses you goodbye for the day. a small giggle escapes you as you try to push him out the door, adamant to get him out the house knowing your little prank won't work unless he leaves first. with a faint groan and one last kiss on your forehead, he finally makes his way to his car. and you excitedly type away on your phone:

tobio's gone, come over now.

you look out your window, waiting for him to come running to the door, but nothing, he wasn't even in his car. you pout a little, disappointed at the outcome of your antics but shrug it off. you were just about to make your way to the kitchen when suddenly, a loud clatter outside gets your attention. you immediately check and much to your surprise (and delight lol) you see kageyama sneaking in through your living room window.

"what am i looking at right now?" you ask, trying your hardest not to burst out laughing. "just... coming in." he replies, shakily bringing his other foot inside. he clears his throat and suspiciously looks around the house too unnaturally that you couldn't contain the grin growing on your face. "it was just a prank, tobio-" you say through your giggles, finally giving up. kageyama's cheeks flush pink and he scoffs, "i- i knew that." (obviously he didn't but you just let him have that hehehe)

❊ BOKUTO pouts as his alarm goes off for the third time in the past 15 minutes. he groans into your neck and nuzzles his head deeper as if begging you to make him stay. "time to go, bo. that's the third alarm." you laugh as you push him away, urging him to get going. "b-but it's still early..." he shoots you his big pleading eyes, but you had other plans. shaking your head you push him up from the couch, "you can come over again after but now you need to get going!" and with one last attempt and a little pout, bokuto finally made it out of your apartment door. and as soon as he did, you send him the text that has been sitting on your keyboard for hours:

he's gone, u can come over now.

"who's coming over?" you jump at the voice outside your door, "your friends? can i come and hang out too?" you stifle a laugh as bokuto starts knocking on your door. "no get going!" you say through the door and you swear you hear him deflate.

"but..."

"it's a spa day, get gooooing."

"can't i join? i'll bring face masks and some snacks..."

you open the door, the smile on your face too much to hide, "after you get home from practice." you give in and he immediately brightens up. now you have to text your friends to really come over.

❊ ATSUMU knew you were up to something the moment you glanced up at him from your phone, a devious grin on your face. so when you told him he had to leave immediately because you were going "somewhere", he couldn't help but play along. "am leavin'! don't forget to lock up, mkay?" he says as you give him an impatient nod before shooing him away. atsumu walked to his car with this silly little smile on his face as he waited for his phone to light up with your text, and when it did he couldn't help but laugh to himself:

he's leaving, slide in boo

knowing pretty well you were hiding somewhere to film his reaction for your tiktok, he decides to give you a little show. he runs over to his car and gets something off the back seat. and like he expected, you were giggling to yourself as you filmed him from behind your window. suddenly, atsumu emerges from his car and frantically comes running back to your door, "Y/NNNN! WHO WAS THAT TEXT FOR?" he shouts as he swings a broom around like a sword.

you snort out laughing, thinking you hit gold for your video. "tsumu what the hell-" but just as you open your front door, he grabs you by your waist and drops his broom dramatically to the ground. "did you get that hm?" he coos and your smile drops as his grows wider, "whaaat? you knew?" you groan into his chest. "you gotta practice your scheming face babe." he laughs as he kisses your little pout.

you huff out in defeat when something catches your eye, "why do you even have a broom at the back of your car?" you ask but atsumu only smirks up at you with that devious grin, ah so that's what a scheming face looks like.

❊ SAKUSA puts his mask on, getting ready to leave, but not before you attack him with a back hug. "i gotta leave, you know..." he mumbles but he turns to face you and returns your hug anyway. you say nothing, only nuzzling in deeper into his chest as he does the same. "mhm, now you can leave." you pull away with a smile and for a second, sakusa ponders on whether he should hold you for a little longer. "i'll see you later, omi." you plant a kiss on his forehead and his cheeks flush red, "i'll be back." he mutters before pulling his mask down, returning your little kiss. you wave him goodbye and smile to yourself, time to hatch your plan:

sakusa's gone, come over now!

a few minutes go by but still nothing, he hasn't even read your message. your excitement dies down and you throw your phone to the couch, deciding to focus on something else instead.

you were busying yourself with your work when you hear the front door opening, "y/n!" you hear sakusa call out and your head shoots up at him. you see him, wide-eyed and frantic. "what happened?" you ask. "i've been calling you for the past 30 minutes!" he says as he walks up at you. "what?" you check your abandoned phone and the 17 missed calls from him and just gasp, "ohmygod! i'm so sorry! but you came back for that? it was just a joke!" you say as a frown etches his features,  "no, you weren't answering so i..." he trails off, avoiding your gaze, "...got nervous." guilt rises up your stomach and your heart clenches, "oh no i'm so sorry..." you pull him in for a hug and he lets himself nestle onto you.

"and you called me sakusa, not omi..." he mumbles. and despite the guilt, you couldn't help but let a little smile slip past your lips.

p.s.: i can't seem to stick to one format what's wrong with me,, aren't these too long? i may have got carried away as usual.. someone pls tell me

I think I'm gonna die this was the cutest cutest cutest thing I've read in a good while- holy fuck right back to my kuroo brainrot I guess

“teenage wasteland.” kuroo tetsurou x reader

4:08pm.

“yo,” kuroo says, opening the door quickly after you ring the bell, “you finally made it.” 

“what do you mean, finally?” you complain, kicking off your shoes and slipping inside. the dry heat of his family home’s living room assaults your bare face, a sharp contrast to the december frigidity outside. “you texted me like ten minutes ago.”

“felt like longer,” kuroo says with a crooked grin. “you want something to drink?” 

“water?”

“I kinda meant something stronger, but sure, water,” kuroo says, filling a glass at the kitchen sink. you furrow your brows.

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I'd love the see the 'How they make out with you'.Your writing just makes it even better Sunhee💕

ღ HOW THE HAIKYUU BOYS WOULD MAKE OUT WITH YOU ღ

characters : timeskip!suna rintarou; miya atsumu; bokuto koutarou; akaashi keiji; oikawa tooru; iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader warnings : suggestive; making out (obviously ._.); a hint of hickeys; petnames (pretty, bunny...) atsumu bites :( a/n : not really a request but making it one because i can <3 hope you like it <3 (for once, i proofread ._.) also i will never shut up about how suna would be the best kisser ._.

SUNA always starts with leaving butterfly kisses all over your face. it’s barely there, lightly, softly touching you, leaving you lingering and needing more. and of course he complies, pressing his lips against your cheeks. if he’s in a soft mood, he would chuckle at your little whines as you pout your lips to grab his attention towards them instead. if he’s more… excited, he would ask you to “behave, bunny, you don’t want me to leave you there hanging, now do you?” and of course, you obey - with a huff.

suna’s kisses were dizzying. every little touch has your mind racing and the way his lips moved against yours pushed you to grab his shirt, steadying yourself as you felt your knees weakening. they were lazy, sure, but in a way it made you ask for more, more and more. you just couldn’t have enough as you wanted - needed - him. his touch, lips, scent, voice, his everything intoxicated you and had you begging for more. and as his lips slowly moved against yours, his teeth started nipping at your bottom lip, urging you to part your lips as his tongue quickly slipped between them. and as soon as the kiss deepens, you knew you are at the verge of losing your sanity.

“r-rin,” you softly gasped as he moved his lips towards your jawline. your fists were clutching his shirt, as if to keep a grip on reality as you unconsciously leaned your head, leaving more space for him to tease your skin. heavy breaths left your lips and you were almost convinced your heart skipped many beats the moment his teeth started worrying the skin of your neck, despite it not being the first time - and far from being the last.

ATSUMU’s kisses are either soft or rough. his soft side is adorable, leaving pecks on your lips between giggles asking if “is that okay, angel?”, thumbs softly caressing your cheeks before squishing them together and smiling at the pout on your lips, pecking it countless times before finally giving you the kiss you’ve been lingering for. you could always feel his smile against your lips as he moved his against yours, teasingly nipping at your bottom lip.

his rougher part had you panting and heavy breathing every time he separated himself from you. trapped in his strong arms and no matter how much strength you use to push him away as you’re struggling to breathe, he only sees it as a sign to deepen the kiss even more - as if it was possible. heavy pants falling over your lips as he parted from you, a string of saliva hanging between both your lips. burying his face in your neck, leaving several bite marks and hickeys as he repeats over and over how “ya drive me insane, angel.”

“ya look so cute,” atsumu mumbled against your swollen lips, admiring the way you were desperately trying to catch your breath and how your skin was burning under his fingers and how hazy your eyes were. your hand was squeezing his arms as he locked his lips with yours again, more gentle and softer this time, his hands going from your cheeks to your shoulders to your waist, thumbs smoothing over your skin under your - his - shirt as a content sigh left your lips. “fuck, i love ya.”

BOKUTO’s kisses are messy. drawled out love confessions between them and giggles falling from his lips every few moments. and when you ask him what makes him laugh, he just answers by “i don’t know, i think it’s the feelings i hold for you that make me feel funny but in a good way,” before locking his lips to yours once again. you can always feel his smile against your lips and just couldn’t contain yours.

big hands gripping your waist as he pushed you against the nearest surface, groaning whenever your fingers start to pull on his strands as his hands wander around your body, going from your waist to your hips, up to your shoulders before cupping your cheeks and deepening the kiss even more. you can feel his shaky breath against your lips every time he separates himself from you to fill his lungs once again - and before you could do the same, his mouth was already on yours, stealing the little oxygen you have left.

as koutarou wraps his strong arms around your waist, his lips leaving yours for a few seconds while heavily panting, you gasped for air, hands clutching his shirt before traveling behind his neck, playing with the short strands there. he buried his face in your neck, leaving sloppy kisses there as he drawled out your name between them, whispering love confessions in the shell of your ear, smiling teasingly at the way you shiver. “you know you drive me insane,” he murmurs, before playfully nipping at your bottom lip.

AKAASHI treats you like glass whenever you’re comfortably seated on his lap, hands playing with the soft strands of his dark hair. his own hands are placed on your thighs, lips slowly, softly moving against yours, drawing out content sighs from you. you always feel like melting when his lips meet yours, even if it’s just a light peck.

his fingers slowly travel from your thighs to your waist, tracing random shapes on their way up before his thumbs soothe over the skin under your shirt as he separates himself from you, offering you his prettiest smile. he has a habit of leaving feather-like kisses all around your face, smiling at your soft giggles and at how you tell him that you feel ticklish. and - just to see the smile on your face - he does it a second time before pressing a long kiss on your lips, smiling against them.

you can feel his right hand cupping your cheek while the left one holds your waist to keep you steady on his lap, thumb softly swiping over your skin. you instinctively close your eyes, shivering slightly as you felt his hot breath hovering over your lips before you felt his own on yours, slowly moving against yours. not too long after, you find yourself parting your lips, whimpering at the feeling of his tongue meeting yours. “you’re doing so good, love.”

OIKAWA lives just to tease you. he makes it his goal to make you beg him for more whenever he just leaves light, unsatisfying kisses and pecks over your awaiting lips. tooru just smiles at you before pretending to leave you hanging, unwrapping his arms from your waist and turning his head to the side. but you, of course, stop him by pulling him by his collar and finally satisfying yourself - and him too, but he will never admit it.

“needy, aren’t we?” he smirked against your lips before pressing his own to yours, teeth nipping and pulling at your bottom lip as you wrap your arms around his neck. you often find yourself comfortably seated on the kitchen counter at ungodly hours, giggling against each other’s lips as he tells you random gossip about his team before going back to kissing you and you swear you can feel his breathy laugh against you when you whine at the way he just refuses to move his lips against yours. and it’s only after you slap his chest that he complies - not before pretending that you hurt him badly and that “you have to kiss it better.”

“tooru, stop being a tease,” you whine, pulling on his collar, on his shirt, on anything you can find. “you’re so needy today, baby,” he chuckled, before complying, forcing your lips to part to push his tongue in your mouth. and, of course, he wouldn’t be oikawa tooru if he didn’t tease you, yet again. but this time, he indulged you, not separating from you and kissing you longer, deeper, drawing a satisfied sigh out of you. “you’re just so cute, i need to tease you.”

IWAIZUMI has you whimpering in a few seconds. soft lips pressing against yours in a rough way, strong hands urging you to jump and wrap your legs around him, placed under your thighs to secure you. sometimes, he would playfully act as if he would drop you, laughing at your panicked expression before looking at you in such a fond way you have to hide your face in his neck.

strong arms scooping you and holding bridal style before dropping you on the covers of your bed, his body hovering over yours as one hand holds your hips while the other cups your cheek, his own reddened - and he just pouts and frowns whenever you tell him that “you look so cute when you’re blushing, haji.” raspy voice murmuring your name, teasingly dragging out the syllables before lowly chuckling at your flustered expression and indulging you by connecting both your lips.

teeth pulled at your bottom lip as you whined, pulling at the strands of hair at the back of his neck and shivering when you heard him - felt him - groan against the delicate skin of your neck as you do so, planting his teeth there just to silence his noises - because today was about you, it was about teasing you. “be good for me and stay still, lovely,” he whispers against your lips.

it's pointless, really.

if touya has learned anything from this shitty life of his, it was that it's always been pointless.

it didn't matter. never did, never would.

but sometimes, when the world stops spinning and the flames fall, when he's left with nothing but the broken dreams and blistering soul he's always carried in the palm of his hand—he'd wonder.

just like anybody else, he'd wonder what could have been.

in a house just across the street he wanders, he spots a family eating super. warm golden light seeps through the blinds, shadows within dancing with life. talking, smiling, laughing.

loving.

a home.

on the other side, he sees a home.

he turns and keeps walking.

on nights like these—on the nights he wanders and wonders—there's always one place he ends up.

the flickering sign is the only greeting he receives as he slinks through the entryway, the heavy weight of his boots muffled on rotting wood. he slips into the booth at the very back without so much as a glance thrown his way. the bar is near empty, of course. much like the glass that sits before him. whiskey, probably, with nothing but a sliver of melting ice floating within it.

graveyard shift, he hears you call it. it's fitting. for a dingy bar for wandering corpses and lost souls, it's fitting.

you whisper something about making ends meet into the cell craddled to your ear. doing what's necessary, you say. he scoffs.

you hang up and slip the phone in your pocket, rag in hand once again as you reach for a grimy glass and begin wiping it clean.

if only it were that easy.

but there's no fun in easy, now, is there?

he looks down at his hand, laid out on the tabletop, scars and scalds for all to see.

there is no one, of course. never was.

with a dark chuckle he dips a single finger into the glass, watching as it freezes over with blindingly blue flames. and then he rises, and walks straight out the door.

he doesn't look back, not even when the sinister gleam of his fire winks at him from the puddles beneath his boots and the familiar stench of burning flesh fills his lungs.

if the whole place burns down—well, it doesn't matter.

so he keeps going, a single drop of blood staining the dying ice at his feet with the ashes of his heart.

Something I kinda needed to see ngl

breakdances gently I hope you guys know that internet fandom relevancy doesn't matter at all and you should never let it consume you to the point where you feel the need to consistently update every single day in fear that you will disappear in the sea of content and other creators like Who Cares. WHO CARES. the value of what you make is not dependent on an audience... like yeah it's neat and nice and great to know that you have people craving the things you create, but man. post and let go. It Is What It Is. this isn't the fanfiction hunger games. you aren't going to die if you don't update on a daily basis.

recently, there has been a sentiment floating around that one must update on a weekly, daily, whatever basis in order to maintain interaction and like... no... stop catering to faceless audiences by pumping out works as if they're packages at an amazon prime warehouse... stop forcing unrealistic expectations on yourself because another account or whatever has the time and ability to do so. don't push yourself to create when the ideas stagnant. there's nothing wrong with taking a break. stop apologizing for taking time for yourself. you aren't a machine, you never will be, and you should never strive to be. at the end of the day, you should never allow the expectations of others to have a chokehold on what you do in your free time.

tl;dr: fandom relevancy is a curse. enjoy your time online. create. or don't. just have fun in what you're doing.