It’s (Not) Just Dancing

when mbti compatibility works in my favor, it’s valid. if it doesn’t work in my favor, it means nothing to me and all mbti stuff is fake.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞?

prince!oikawa tōru x princess!reader word count: 0.4k warnings: none a/n: special thanks to @ryesei for instigating royal au brain rot n proofreading <3

it’s been years since your allied kingdoms have met, and the last time you saw the crown prince oikawa, he was a little snotty nosed brat who liked to swipe sweet delights from under the baker’s nose, and have a tantrum whenever he lost a game of dice to you. the fond memories brought a small smile to your painted lips, but for some odd reason your heart was still racing at the thought of seeing him again after so long. you're mind wandered back to a couple days prior, when your ladies in waiting gossiped about his notable beauty, and how he’s one of the most sought after bachelors in his kingdom. even further in fact, some have whispered.

suddenly trumpets rang through the throne room, shaking you of your thoughts, and instinctively you raised your chin and straightened your back. no matter how impressive he may be, you are still the crown princess of your kingdom, and you weren’t going to let a man play with your nerves and make your knees buckle. you’ve dealt with much too much to let that happen.

the enormous doors embellished with swirls of gold, and carvings of mythical animals pushed open, revealing an entourage of various knights in gleaming silver armour, and footmen dressed smartly with splashes of the familiar pale teal colour adorning their chests. the fanfare of trumpets rippled through the magnificent room and reverberated off the soaring ceilings. you forgot how grand their entrances always were; the oikawa family really did love to have a splendid show.

the golden trumpets finished their welcome, and the noble people of the royal court took their cue to stand up in respect of the royalty about to appear. the mass of silver and teal parted and the beloved crown prince oikawa tōru finally emerged in all his glory.

the whispers were right. and you hated it with a growing passion in each of his assured steps. you hated the gentle tousle of his caramel hair, and how it shined under the golden sunlight. you hated the way he commanded the room with a cool poise, and cunning smirk. you hated how fitted and flattering his royal clothing looked on him, the ivory white and the accents of pale teal complimenting his fair skin so perfectly. you hated how as he strode to greet your parents, his clear brown eyes glanced over at you, and your heart seemed to stop for a moment. you hate how as he came to greet you and took your gloved hand with his own, looking up at you through his lashes as he gently brushed his lips against your knuckle with a knowing smile, you forget how to breath.

“it’s been a while, my lady.”

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HAIKYUU BOYS AND THE ONE BED TROPE

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#Genre: Fluff 

#Includes: Sakusa, Atsumu

#Description: What happens when you and the boys find yourself in a predicament with there only being one bed. Who will let you share and who will make you sleep on the floor? Nah I’m playing neither make you sleep on the floor…or do they.

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SAKUSA

You swore the world was out to get you today. Not only had you spilled hot coffee on yourself this morning which led you to almost miss the bus, you also happened to stub your toe not once but twice! So, as you stood at the threshold of your hotel room which happened to also be Sakusa’s you wondered what you had done to receive this fate. It’s not that you dislike Sakusa, it’s quite the opposite, you rather enjoy his company, it’s that you’re aware of Sakusa’s preferences and know he would feel rather uncomfortable sharing a room with someone he isn’t that close with. You had only recently become a manager for MSBY and while you felt you quickly connected with the other boys, Sakusa remained distant, but you were okay with that, you didn’t mind working a bit harder to make him feel comfortable with you.

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It's Shoji but I drew him all fashionistaaa style uwu - Mars Marks

Part Two

“We won.” The words left Iwaizumi’s mouth. It was the second time he said it that week. Another win for Seijoh, leaving the other team completely defenseless. It was another easy win for them.

Another win, yet another loss in his book.

He promised himself that he’d confess to you after the game. Everyday, the words repeat in his head like a mantra. Everytime he sees you, he waits for the words to leave his mouth, but they don’t. They never do.

He hates himself for it. He wished that he could just grow up and say it. Iwaizumi knew there wasn’t much time before you both graduated, and you both knew that you’d separate after.

He wanted nothing more than to cherish this time with you.

He watched as your usual bright smile stretched across your face, eyes dancing and bleeding with pride. God, he never got tired of seeing that.

“I knew you could.” It was something he heard many times before, but he didn’t have a problem with it. No. He loved it. Loved that he had your support.

There were tons of people that supported him. He was in a powerhouse school so it wasn’t odd that there were lines of people cheering his name. Yet, he only heard you. Everytime you’d scream his name, your voice would echo in his head, telling himself to play even harder to guarantee the win that day.

He remembered you wearing his jersey once. Technically, it was ‘wear your favorite player’s jersey’ at Aoba Johsai. Mostly, it was Oikawa’s jersey that was spread throughout the school. Iwaizumi truly didn’t care that he didn’t see anyone wearing his, until he saw you.

There you were standing in the crowd alongside your two friends dressed in his jersey. He remembered how fast the heat crept up his neck, blooming across his face without warning. How rapid his heart was racing, causing him to stop in place and stare at you with a tilted head. He was shocked.

He remembered how Oikawa wrapped his shoulder around him with a crooked grin. They said nothing but from his posture Iwaizumi knew Oikawa was teasing him. Though, he didn’t care in that moment. He was too happy. Happy that you were there for him. Happy you even wore his jersey.

He remembered how Oikawa faked him into going on a date with you. Well, more of a study session. All of the third years made plans to study at the library, but it was only you and him that came. While you only saw this as ditching, Iwaizumi knew that they did this so he could confess.

He was such a blushy mess being alone and close to you. Especially when you asked for help on a specific problem, his hand lightly brushed against yours as he grabbed the pencil from you, his hand immediately recoiling back as he stuttered for words. You looked up at him and grinned muttering sorry. He didn’t know why you said it, but he nodded. That day he didn’t confess either.

He remembered finding you between two vending machines, crouched down and head into your knees. Your body was shaking as choked sobs parted your lips. Immediately, he kneeled down and asked you what was wrong but you didn’t say anything. You didn’t even look up at him. Iwaizumi was unsure of what to do since he’s never been in a situation like this before. Besides, it was you. You were headstrong, it was strange to see you break down in school.

He opened his mouth to say something, but the feeling of two arms wrapping around his stomach and a head pressing into the crook of his neck ceased him from doing so. You cried into his neck, holding him tightly like he would slip away from your grasp. He thought it was selfish to be enjoying her touch like this, but only pure bliss filled his heart.

Turns out, your grades were slipping and it wasn’t guaranteed you were going to make it into university.

He remembered the wide smile that spread across your face when you aced a test that he helped you study. You took no time to engulf him into another tight hug. Iwaizumi stiffened at your touch. Unlike last time, your arms were around his neck. Your hand placed slightly below his nape. Hesitantly but surely, he placed his fit arms on your waist. For a moment he could’ve swore that you moved in closer, but he wasn’t so sure since he was focusing on not breaking down right there and then.

He remembered the first time he went inside your home. You were down with a fever, and your parents were at work. He took the day off to aid you, hoping for a quick recovery to get back at school. Your room was nothing like he expected. It was nice, and had a sweet scent.

You were embarrassed for having him see you so sick like, but he didn’t mind. You asked him how could he not be disgusted by your looks, he responded by saying you looked exactly like he always saw you. Disgusting, is what you replied with jokingly. Iwaizumi laughed with you, his heart aching with the familiar feeling he’s experienced before. More than ever, he wanted to tell you. But he just couldn’t.

He remembered the train ride home you two took that one day, not walking since it was pouring. Iwaizumi stood, holding onto the bar to keep himself balanced while you sat. You insisted for him to sit down with you since it was still a long way to go till you both got off, but he declined. He didn’t want to invade your privacy. The seat was mildly close to yours, it was definite that he’d accidentally touch you in a matter of time. He didn’t want to go through that embarrassment, nor the apologies.

After minutes of pestering, he finally sat down beside you, his legs relishing the relief he felt from standing all day. That day he learned more and more about you: your favorite animal, favorite food, favorite place, your plans after highschool, he learned it all. From the corner of his eye he noticed your head drooping, eyelids falling. In the nick of time, he caught your head from toppling over. Unsure of what to do with it, Iwaizumi did the most selfish thing he could— He placed it onto his shoulder.

Moments after, your hand found it’s way onto his. So much for ‘invading privacy’.

Finally, he remembered the solace in his heart when he heard you reject the rumors about you and Oikawa dating. You two were growing closer, leaving Iwaizumi as a grumpy, insecure mess. The practices were more tense than they usually were, all of the 1st and 2nd years confused as to who shifted the mood. The 3rd hears already knew, and they were sure why. The rumors had been going around for about a week so it wasn’t surprising that they heard of it.

Iwaizumi didn’t want to believe it, but Oikawa was the golden boy at the school, everyone fell for him. And Iwaizumi was just him. He knew there wasn’t much of a competition, he knew that you were going to pick him, and that’s why it hurt so much. He cried almost every night, refusing to speak to anyone at school or home. He also avoided you, making sure to take the longer routes to his classes and staying ten minutes after school just so you’d miss him and walk home by yourself.

But one day, there you were, waiting for him at the gates. You demanded for him to tell you why he was avoiding you, but he wouldn’t share. You kept hassling him hoping for something to slip out, and it did. In the most snarkiest way he replied with, “Why are you bothering me? Shouldn’t you be with your boyfriend?” He pronounced boyfriend in the most mocking way, that it made you sneer. You laughed in his face, causing his heart to break even more. Iwaizumi turned around aiming to get as far away from you as he could, but you grabbed onto his hand before he could take a step. You instantly shot down his assumption, claiming that it was only a rumor, that you and Oikawa were friends and nothing more.

That day Iwaizumi felt like an idiot. He should’ve asked instead of recklessly jumping to conclusions and leaving you in the dust. It was unfair. Mentally, he cursed at himself for being so inconsiderate towards you. Only one thought entered his mind for the rest of the day: I should just confess already.

And here you are, shining your toothy smile at him, eyes ablaze with exhilaration nearly lighting the night sky itself. You were just so alluring. There was never a day where his heart stopped beating for you, where that same crimson blush stopped occuring, where he would try to find open spots in his day to spend with you. The feeling inside of him was overwhelming, the feeling coursed through his veins like it was his blood, like a drug he couldn’t live without. He wanted you. He needed you.

And like he was starved, his mouth opened before he could process anything.

“I love you.”

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Iida x Fem!Reader Historical AU: Victorian Era Word Count: 6466

!!: Angst-ish

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A ball. A glorious evening full of dancing, drinking, and eating the finest food. This one is supposed to be the event of the year. At least, according to your mother. 

“I never have fun at these things,” you protest as your maid finishes adjusting the bustle on your dress. She melts into the background while your mother continues to prattle on about how ‘marvelous’ it will be.

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Yae fox from the 2.5 livestream

This is the cutest thing ever omg.

random cute things they do.

˖⁺ ✧ genre : sfw, fluff (?) ˖⁺ ✧ warning/s : none ˖⁺ ✧ ft : misc ˖⁺ ✧ a/n : someone save me from this insane woman

ʚ bokuto stops by the local playground on his daily morning jog. he likes to spend time with the children there - giving them a push on the swing, helping them down the pole, and catching them on the slide.

ʚ konoha steps on leaves, waiting for that one, loud crunch. although he has bumped his head one too many times, from being too focused on the ground and not looking where he’s going.

ʚ tsukishima always buys 2 pieces of bread when he goes to the store. the small bun is for him to snack on, and the baguette is for the ducks in the pond that he passes by on his way home.

ʚ atsumu and osamu have one thing in common; they like johnsons’ baby shampoo. the blonde twin says that it’s only because it makes his hair soft. the other admits that he likes how it smells.

ʚ ushijima types with his index finger. he holds his phone with the whole palm of his right hand, and slowly types away. tendou has tried to teach him how to type faster, but he only thanks him and says that it is “unnecessary information”.

ʚ iwaizumi is never late to watching any movie that involves Godzilla or King Kong. he grew up loving the former, only to become invested in the latter as well.

ʚ oikawa is terrified of alien abduction. the interest started off with the possibility of the existence of aliens, but now, it’s turned to a fear of being abducted in the middle of the night. iwaizumi ‘reassures’ him that “no creature, human or not, would want him.”

ʚ akaashi sometimes forgets to wear his glasses, and instead squints. it could’ve been beside him, or on his head - but nonetheless, he’s still forget.

ʚ tendou never turns off his notifications, even while sleeping. he doesn’t want to be late to the news if ever a friend needed him.

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6:32am ☆ miya atsumu

tags: fem! reader, pet names (princess, girlfriend, girl)

you've never been provoked to hit your boyfriend, but with atsumu dragging you out of bed too early, only to prop you up onto the bathroom counter so you can watch him get ready, this might be a first for you. "tsumu, i wanna go to bed." you repulsively dragged out. your darkened eye bags were evidence of how tired you truly were but atsumu didn't seem to care. and he only hummed at your current drowsy state.

"and i want bonding time with my girlfriend, is that a problem?" you had to scoff at his deceiving explanation. he, who begged to the point where he might've even gotten on his knees for you to spend the night. you would've cooed at him if that was the real reason he woke you up, anytime spent with him is amazing. however, you've spent the last two days under his roof, in his house eating, drinking, napping, cooking, chilling, and sleeping together. not one moment was spent without atsumu so you knew this was not solely him wanting to be with you. but rather him wanting you to watch him get ready. to see how perfect and attractive your boyfriend truly was at any point of the day.

you rolled your eyes and groaned at the half naked man in front of you. with his gray worn out sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips while a towel draped over his shoulder, atsumu threw you a quick smirk before turning away. you really hated to admit it, you'd rather go on his 5am jog than admit it to his face that he was actually really attractive right now. with his stupid messy damp blonde hair and his stupid pretty brown eyes that lit up everytime he looked at you, and his stupid stupid stupid attractive voice that sounded like heavens gold in the morning. you hated how even after turning away from you, his bare back was stupidly pretty, his muscles that flexed ever so slightly with how he walks and the way his hands flowed loosely along side his hips. "ya comin' or not?" he asked, stopping to lean against the door frame. "yeah, whatever." you rolled your eyes, annoyed at his jaw dropping sight but you can't complain. "i know im pretty but pick yer jaw off the floor." atsumu quickly snickered before running away. his slightly damp body hitting the bed in laughter. shortly after, you landed on top of him, hands tickling his sides, before stopping to place a kiss to his soft lips.

"you're lucky i love you." you huffed before connecting with atsumu's lips again. there's a distinct taste of his toothpaste on your lips but you didn't mind, not when his hands held you tight in his arms while your lips slowly danced together. his blonde hair was still messy, his face was soft from his nicely put together skincare, the unwelcomed sunlight grazing his skin, making him glow even more, and his still not yet fully clothed body though he needs to leave in five minutes, but even despite his current state, he truly was the prettiest at this moment. atsumu is pretty. prettier than all flowers that bloom in the spring, his eyes shining more than the sun when he looks at you, but what you think is the prettiest of them all, is his charming smile. the lazy smile that sits on atsumu's face after you pull away from his lips. "and i love you too, my pretty girl."

but most importantly, atsumu thinks if there's one person who's prettier than him, is you.

— just remember that i love you

notes: fluff, tsukishima kei x gn!reader, drabble (wc: 906)

a/n: idk, i initially wanted to write a short scenario but...i couldn't control my hand and...this happened. still, i hope you enjoy !! (also, requests are currently open ♡)

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“kei?”

“hmmm?” he hummed in response, lifting his gaze from his phone and throwing your way an almost imperceivable smile.

“so uh, i was wondering…what made you fall in love with me?” you blurted out, blushing violently as you internally wondered how the hell did you gather up the courage to ask a similar question.

kei seemed to have been taken aback by such a peculiar and sudden inquiry, his usually collected expression was now confused, as signs of surprise—his widened eyes—spoke for him.

indeed, what made him fall in love with you? kei didn’t necessarily know, so he simply and confidently answered with a “i don’t really know,” which slapped all of your expectations to the ground.

“you know, you are supposed to say cute and cheesy things,” you pouted, turning your head to the other side, but with a strange uneasiness swimming in the depths of your mind.

you heard his chuckle, before feeling his arms wrapping around you from behind and a series of kisses placed on the crook of your neck, making your heart skip a beat and shivers run down your spine.

“if you wanted me to say sweet and cheesy things, you could’ve just said so,” his deep voice reached your ears, making you more aware of how close you actually were.

you tried to wriggle out of his hold, and simply ignored the blonde’s questioning gaze.

“you know it…isn’t like that,” you whispered, trying to shake off the uneasiness.

that same day, you’d heard many girls at your school talk about the karasuno volleyball players. and many of them were fans of tsukishima kei, the number 11 middle blocker, the tall man with short hair and glasses, who is both smart and good at sports, yet isn’t really interested in socializing with strangers. and then, they started talking about you, how they thought you weren’t fit to be with him. and although you knew you didn’t need to be so self-conscious, after all kei always blew away your insecurities, repeating how you were the only one for him, you couldn’t avoid the thought of him being with someone else—maybe someone more suited for him.

“hey…listen up,” he lifted your face and was right away met with the worry mirrored in your eyes. it was as if he’d sensed that there was something wrong, and this was one of the things that made you fall in love with him.

“you know why i answered like that? well, because there are just too many things that made me fall for you, okay?” he ran a hand through his hair, flustered and with rosy cheeks matching yours, as he tried to ignore the fast beating of his heart.

“although i need to say that, at first, i just found you as annoying as shrimpy–” you interrupted him with a punch on his right arm, to which he responded with a roll of eyes and simply continued, “i couldn’t avoid but being dragged towards you, even though you were talking or smiling to someone else, i felt greedy and wanted that attention to be for me to enjoy–” “oh, so that’s why you started calling me names like ‘shorty’, ‘squirrel’ and…‘stinkin' pea’?” you frowned as kei only raised an eyebrow.

please can you at least let me finish, is what his eyes were probably yelling.

you sealed your lips and just said no more.

“okay so where was i? man this is getting so embarrassing,” he whispered before clearing his voice and looking straight into your eyes.

“even though at first you didn’t seem to like the idea of me being around, i loved the way you still tried to put up with me and my sarcasm. well, i guess i was lost in you before i could realize it. no other person would be as perfect to me as you are, and–” you basically jumped into his arms, him losing balance and almost dropping to the ground, as you wrapped your arms and legs around him like a baby koala.

“aww my tsukki, i didn’t know you could be so sweet!” you exclaimed, snuggling in his chest, as he reluctantly enclosed you in his arms, feeling his entire face burning up.

you were really happy though. all the insecurities and fears you had before simply dissipated, leaving the previously turmoiled heart, warmed and at peace.

“okay, now tell me, what was all of this about?” kei asked, sitting on the bed with you still in his arms.

you’d tried to evade his eyes, but in the end, you simply gave up, and spilled everything.

and, just like that he…kissed you. simply.

he slowly placed his lips onto yours, and as you were lost in the touch and the fondness of him, you deepened the kiss, more and more, so much that, when you let go, both of you were breathless.

he pressed his forehead against yours, and took a hand to your cheek, slightly grazing it, while almost looking inside of you, into your soul, touching your heart and your mind.

“whoever said that is, one, a complete dickhead, two, a brainless idiot, three, not worthy of your worries,” he softly but sternly retorted.

he tightened his hold on you and, as you lay your head against his shoulder, he murmured one last thing that made your heart almost jump out from happiness.

“[name]...just remember that i love you, and no one else.”

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