Pairing: Al-Haitham x Reader Warnings: fluff, slight angst with a happy ending Word Count: ~1.3k A/N: writer's block is hitting hard rn so here are some feelings with our fav grumpy grand scribe
“You’ve been avoiding me. Why?” The last person you want to see stands in front of you. You can feel your desk digging into you from behind as you’re cornered in the quiet walls of your office with nowhere to run. Petty excuses are futile in the presence of Al-Haitham, and his looming shadow makes you feel impossibly small.
You cannot fall in love with him, you’ve told yourself this over and over again. They are bitter words to swallow down, stuck in the back of your throat as you force a practiced smile to hide every confession that threatens to tear through. There are certain things that cannot be said because they will tear down the walls you’ve so carefully constructed, and you know better than anyone how terrible he is at lending a hand when it comes to emotions. Al-Haitham is a man of titles: the Grand Scribe of the Akademiya, the current Acting Grand Master, a saviour to Sumeru (whether he acknowledges it or not), and a good friend. So you cannot fall in love with him because that will threaten everything you have built thus far.
And yet you free-fall, stumbling into these emotions you struggle to push away. You remind yourself to re-read the label that describes your relationship: childhood friends. Keep it that way, you say to yourself. Don’t fall in love, don’t fall for silly words and actions that have no deeper meaning. Falling in love is dangerous, and falling in love with Al-Haitham is possibly the most dangerous of all. You know this and yet you cannot bring yourself to draw the line. He pushes his way into his life without care, his body fitting the indent on your couch from sleepless nights of research and escaping from Kaveh’s hammering in the middle of the night.
Don’t fall in love. Instead, push him away, pull yourself out, place every obstacle you can on this chess-game like friendship that’s cornering you. So how is it that he’s cornered you now, arms crossed over his chest as he stares you down.
“I’ve been busy.” You sigh with a shake of your head. It’s not a lie, you have been rather busy with the sudden influx of paperwork and rebuilding that comes with the rebuilding of the Akademiya. But you’ve still made an effort to steer clear of Al-Haitham when you could. It was changing your daily routes, choosing to take longer walks around the Akademiya to get to your office in the morning, and instead taking up Kaveh’s offers to get lunch at the cafe across the city rather than the one just outside the Akademiya.
Al-Haitham rolls his eyes ,”Do you think I’m that stupid? You’ve been actively avoiding me. This is the first time I’ve seen you in almost two weeks. So why?” You hear the slight waver in his voice as his words end. There’s a flicker of worry in his eyes that lasts for just one second, but it’s that one second that punches through your pride. It’s too late to back out now.
“Because— I don’t understand you! You buy me my favourite pastries and then tell me it’s because you wanted one too but I know you hate how sweet these are! You ask for book recommendations but I know you hate the books I read because you have this odd enjoyment of reading physics books! You seek out my company and claim it’s only because you have nothing better to do! And I don’t understand what you want from me!” He remains quiet at your words and you shake your head slightly. Of course he doesn’t say anything. When you finally put him in check, he doesn’t know what to say. His pawns are gone, chess pieces not set up for your play, so he stays quiet.
“I don’t like feeling whatever this feeling is.” Your hands tremble as you bring them to your chest. The words bubble up from your chest and there’s no stopping them now. Not after you’ve pushed them down for so long and watched from a distance, because this distance is what has kept you going for so long.
“I see you and— and suddenly I have this stupid smile on my face and my heart beats faster and you don’t even know!” You cry out, “You don’t care that time and time again I have to turn away just because I get so worried that you’ll see me and know.!” He stares at you blankly and you hate it. You hate that you can’t read any emotions in those pretty eyes of his. You hate that his mouth hasn’t moved, not a twitch or a smirk, or a smile, or anything. You hate that his hands reach up to grasp yours, the surprisingly soft texture of his gloves stark against your clammy palms.
He opens his mouth and you brace for the worse, only for him to say softly, “Breathe, please.” A shaky breath rattles your lungs as you stare at him, mouth parted in a mix of surprise at the sudden contact and how damn close he is. There’s a mix of something in those pretty eyes of his as he ducks down to look at you from behind his grey swept hair. A smile, a rare, genuine one tugs on his lips and you can only stare. You’ve laid out your emotions bare for him to see, put him in check position and can only wait for him to make his next move.
And what you hate the most about Al-Haitham is his infuriating ability to take his time, even in the most stressful of situations. You’re acutely aware of your breathing, the rise and fall of your chest and his as you stand in silence. Your hands, no doubt sweaty, still shake even in his gentle grasp and you know that he can see the way your eyes dart around nervously, refusing to hold eye contact with him.
“After knowing me for so long, I thought that you might be able to read me just as well.” Forget how nervous you feel at the moment. You want to strangle him for his cryptic words. He’s always been good at this, dangling the truth in front of everyone’s eyes under the disguise of honey coated words and half-truths. Perhaps, at another time, you would indulge in riddled words and bite back with some of your own, but now they only irritate you. And Al-Haitham knows it. Just the thought of it brings a teasing grin to his face, one you recognize immediately.
“Don’t you think it’s rather foolish of you to avoid me like this?” Al-Haitham hums and steps back to give you some space. He doesn’t let go of your hands. “After all this time, you’d think that maybe you might realize that I care for you just as much, if not more, as you do for me.” You let the words sink in, bask in their warmth before scowling at him. Tugging your hands from his grasp you push at him gently, ignoring the feeling of his chest against your fingers as you look away.
“Just say you like me too.” You grumble. Al-Haitham’s fingers come to drag along your skin, teasing yet comforting as he laughs, “What a childish way of putting it.” You roll your eyes but stay in your spot, relishing in the turn of events. Quick as it may have been, and far too unexpected for your liking, you’d be lying if you said this wasn’t something Al-Haitham would do.
He hums, catching your attention once more. “So, are you done avoiding me?”
“Keep up this attitude and I won’t be.” Al-Haitham grins and you can’t help but match his expression. But nothing prepares you for the brief kiss that his planted on your forehead, a promise sealed without words, an act of comfort and honesty. And in the confines of these four walls, you let yourself fall in love again.
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shinsou's words come out so naturally and sweetly from his lips that it honestly leaves him confused to realize how messed up you are with this. he says things like "i don't know what i'd do without you" when you offer him a cup of tea while he works or studies, and also things like "you really are an angel in my life" when you grab him by the shirt before he might crash into a bicycle.
he asks for consent whenever he's not sure, because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. there are times when he really wants to kiss and touch you, but he feels it would be rude of him to do that without knowing if you wanted to. that's why he asks “can i kiss you?” there's just something appealing and genuine about him mumbling those words as he leans closer to you.
he doesn't just say “how was your day” he says “tell me about your day”. he is genuinely interested in hearing you speak and enjoys this little moment with you. he hears you ramble with a passionately look and with a genuine twinkle in his eye as you talk about your day; often with one hand resting on his chin while the other absently plays with a lock of your hair. he also just says “oh yeah?” “that's cool baby.” while he keeps listening to everything you have to say.
he has a polaroid picture of you on his cell phone cover or in his wallet, and when he misses you, he usually takes it and with a silly smile on his face he runs his fingers gently over your face, as if he were stroking you.
he loves to give you flowers; it doesn't matter if it's just a simple flower he saw on the street or a beautiful flower he saw in a flower shop; every flower he sees he remembers you and he can't help but smile genuinely. he also loves putting flowers in your hair and he looks at you with the cutest and most passionate smile in the world; the flower is very beautiful, but nothing compares to the genuine and unique beauty in you.
if he sees you sleepy or even napping, he won't think twice about gently resting your head on his shoulder or in his lap; stroking your hair and leaving a few soft kisses on your temple from time to time.
he always lets you taste something first of what he’s about to eat or drink; before he can even bring the food to his lips, he directs you, encouraging you to take a bite and he can’t help but smirk when you make a cute face like you’re enjoying the food. when he drinks something he puts the straw carefully towards your lips and looks at you while you take a sip.
he loves to see you doing your hobbies and he loves to see you draw. he thinks it's amazing how you dedicate yourself to something you love and he always finds himself smiling looking at your concentrated face; he usually makes you tea or gives you some snacks and he always gives you a kiss on the head before sitting next to you; trying to draw something with you and for you.
he has a habit of waking up earlier than usual just to cuddle with you in bed; enjoying every comfortable, warm second with you before the two of you get up and go through the day. he snuggles up to you, putting his face on your neck and breathing deeply in your scent; letting himself be carried away by the unique and dreamy feeling of having you in his arms.
he helps you readjust your clothes; he holds the coat for you as you put your arms in, and he also adjusts the collar and helps you get your hair out of the hood. he buttons and zips your coats for you, wraps the scarf around your neck so that it covers your nose and makes you feel comfy and warm; and he always kisses your forehead when he finishes.
he always holds your hand while crossing the street or when you are somewhere with more people. he also protects you with his body when you feel shy or uncomfortable, as if that small gesture could protect you from the rest of the world.
him being your biggest supporter and encouraging you to chase all your dreams and goals; he knows it's not easy, but he wants you to know that he will be by your side to lift you up when you fall, he wants to celebrate the victories with you but he wants to heal you from the defeats because he loves you and just wants the best for you.
he loves to sleep looking at you. your calm and soft face soothes him a lot and reminds him that everything is fine now; he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer, leaving a light kiss on your lips before falling asleep with you.
he loves to caress your face; he loves to run his fingers lightly over your cheek and melts a little more when you kiss his wrist. he can't help, you’re so precious and unique and he feels so lucky to have you. sometimes in the middle of the night you can feel a light and gentle caress on your face; when you open your eyes you see him looking calmly at you, a small smile tugging his lips as he says ‘hi baby’
he loves to play the guitar for you. he feels so good and comfortable next to you; it’s like he's on top of the world with the love of his life where nothing and no one can get in the way of you two. he loves to immerse himself in this moment while letting his heart speak through the music. your pure, shining gaze always makes his heart race; because is when he realizes that he's safe, he’s home.
he loves taking candid pictures of you; you are like a work of art in his eyes and he can't help but admire you at every moment, but that's not enough, he needs to keep this not just in his heart. and, when you least expect it, you hear the sound of his cell phone camera and he shyly with a smile on his face as he looks at his phone; proud to have taken another photo of the love of his life.
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i'll keep every promise (if it's a promise with you) | oikawa tooru x reader
oikawa tooru has a bad habit of breaking promises and running from his first love. or: the four times oikawa breaks his promises and the one time he keeps one
( a / n ) - oh my god this is my magnum opus... my baby.. its a little bit of angst and a little bit of fluff and a little slice of life. u go through ages 6 to 28 LMFAO. iwaizumi + you + oikawa were such a fun trio to write for and i hope u guys enjoy !!
gn! reader | 2k words | happy birthday OIKAWA
Oikawa Tooru has a guilty conscience and a bad habit of breaking his promises.
For every promise made and every promise broken, Tooru repents: 200 yen slid in a saisen-bako, a ninety degree bow, two wishes at a shrine. An offering to counter every promise he breaks, ample water to wash away his sins, and apologies written on wood.
( Iwaizumi has made the grand suggestion of: Maybe not breaking your promises? on several occasions, but Tooru can’t help it. )
He’s broken four promises and made eight wishes so far: four on blue Tanzaku and four atop Ema boards, followed with a prayer and an offering if the promise broken was particularly heinous or particularly his fault.
He breaks his first promise at six years old– one made with you and Iwaizumi when the three of you were four and freshly neighbors. It was Tooru’s birthday, and he had promised this:
I swear that I will take us all to the Ryokan before I turn six.
It’s a small promise: one that neither you nor Hajime had expected him to follow through with. But Tooru believed it, and Tooru had tried. He takes every single chore and odd job in the Oikawa household, scraping together a two-year-old Ryokan trust fund with mismatched coins and crumpled bills. He saves his allowances and puts everything in a glass jar next to his bed, and dreams.
Two Julys pass. Oikawa blows out four candles and then five, the jar gets bigger, you start Elementary school, and you and Hajime forget about the Ryokan. And then, on the third July, when Tooru turns six, you and Iwaizumi find Tooru mumbling about a broken promise— courtesy of his failure to take the three of you on an all inclusive trip to that Snow Monkey Ryokan that Iwaizumi wanted to go to.
So he apologizes through prayers at a shrine and two wishes under a red Torii gate. It’s a thirty five stair climb to the neighborhood shrine: Hajime and Tooru race up and you come last, but the view is gorgeous and Tooru feels considerably less guilty.
It is 100 yen for each wish on a colored paper strip. Hajime says they’re called Tanzaku. Hajime drops one coin, Tooru drops four, you drop two. Seven thunks, four wishes.
Tooru gets the honor of tying your tanzaku on bamboo branches as the tallest of your trio, and with it, the honor of reading your wishes.
Iwaizumi’s wish is messy and scrawled on bright red— Tooru tells him to Please work on your handwriting, but it’s legible and all well wishes for volleyball and you and Oikawa and cicadas.
Tooru’s got two wishes— a cyan one and a turquoise one, but he only lets you and Hajime read the cyan one. His cyan one is a little neater than Iwaizumi’s and reads:
Sorry I couldn’t take us to the Monkey Ryokan.
He hangs the red one on his tippy-toes. Cyan next. Hajime cheers a little when Tooru hangs turquoise next to your pink one, and then asks:
“Whaddya need two wishes for anyways?”
He shrugs.
“Guilty conscience, maybe?”
You’re thirteen when Tooru promises that he is going to ask you out in two years. Tooru is not allowed to date until he’s in high school, so he tells you under a blanket of stars that when the two of you are a little older, he will ask you out properly and maybe take you on a date.
He walks you to school every morning. Hajime comes too, but the pink skies before the sun rises are for you and Tooru. Moments before you make it to Iwaizumi’s block are moments that Tooru gives you his scarf, and then his gloves, and when the wind bites at your cheeks too hard his jacket is draped over your shoulders. On rainy days, Tooru holds the umbrella and laughs as your fingers brush and your cheeks flush. Some mornings he brings you toast: and tells you in hushed whispers to eat it before Iwa-Chan sees.
Oikawa and Iwaizumi walk you home after cram school and volleyball practice. Hajime’s house is first— so Iwaizumi bows first, heads back inside first, waves goodnight first. When the door closes and the light turns on, the black sky and twinkling stars are for you and Tooru. He always says Good Night saccharine sweet with a smile like the sun that makes you feel like you really can’t wait to turn fifteen.
Oikawa blows out fourteen candles. The three of you graduate in blue and walk home like usual. Summer passes, another July goes by, Oikawa blows out fifteen candles, and high school starts.
You learn several things in your first year at high school: you really like the student council, Hajime is actually pretty smart, and Tooru is afraid of commitment.
Tooru is popular: he is athletic and tall and the Volleyball Club’s golden first year. He smiles at the girls in his class, he slings arms around their shoulders, he winks when he passes by the student council room, and he preens a little and shines a lot.
Oikawa is fifteen when he goes on his first date with a girl from another school: and when he tells you and Iwaizumi after he gets home, he plays dumb as Hajime gives him a look and takes you home, overhearing Iwaizumi’s apologies and your crestfallen voice as you say something about a promise.
Oikawa’s chest hurts that night so he walks to the shrine with 200 yen in his pocket and a sorry scrawled on two pieces of colored Tanzaku.
Oikawa turns sixteen and goes to the shrine again.
This time, it’s a broken promise with a girl in his class. She was popular– she smelled like cotton candy and reminded Tooru of strawberries and daisies, so when she asked Tooru out, he had said Sure, and he had smiled like she was the sun.
But he’s a bad boyfriend– a terrible boyfriend– because he’s only there when it’s convenient and he ditches her for volleyball practice and maybe sometimes he catches himself thinking about a certain childhood friend when she holds his hand and buys him milk bread at lunch.
She was sweet and she was terribly pretty, but he doesn’t feel anything when she kisses him or when she rests her head on his shoulder.
Iwaizumi asks him what he’s running from after practice one day. Tooru knows Iwaizumi is asking why he is running from you.
Tooru is a little scared of how you make him feel too much. Oikawa likes being in control and Oikawa likes stability, so when he realizes that his heart thumps erratically whenever you’re around and he finds himself all consumed with thoughts of you and a burning desire to please you; he rejects and refrains. And runs.
His girlfriend dumps him after a few months. Tooru says sorry, removes her phone contact, and faintly remembers a promise he made with her four weeks ago.
I swear I’m not in love with someone else.
from: tooru (23:20) shrine time!!! ٩(◕‿◕。)۶
from: hajime (23:21) You broke another promise?? Ur a piece of shit lol
from: tooru (23:22) iwaaa chan U ̄ー ̄U ur so mean !
from: you (23:24) bro . don’t tell me it was about ur ex ur a manwhore !!!!
from: hajime (23:25) Average Shittykawa moment
from: tooru (23:25) i can’t help it !! (✿ ♥‿♥) everyone wants a piece of me !!! ill pick u guys up and we’ll go to the shrine and ramen after plsss ☆
from: hajime (23:26) Ur treat?
from: tooru (23:27) iwa-chan’s treat !! i’m going through a nasty breakup, remember ? \_( ◉ 3 ◉ )_/¯
from: you (23:29) hajime we know his address we can burn his room down
from: tooru (23:30) OK FINE my treat! it’s on me!!! everyone say thank you tooru !!!
from: hajime (23:31) thank you tooooruuu chan (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
tooru and y/n reacted with: Scared !
from: tooru (23:32) um please don’t do that ever again
Oikawa’s fourth promise is one to himself and one to Seijoh.
We will make it to Nationals.
He doesn’t leave his room for a week when he breaks it. He’s inconsolable. He says he’s sick: he’s got a bad fever, it’s contagious, he’s bedridden, he’s fine. But the lights are never on in his room, his curtains are always drawn, and you know that Tooru devoted everything for a chance and a dream and a volleyball.
He comes to you first. He’s standing in your doorway and there are bags under his eyes and he says, Hi, and then, I’m fine. He tries for a smile— and then you give him a look, and suddenly he’s in your arms and sobbing.
He cries for two hours. Tooru ugly cries– his chest racks when he sobs and his arms are tight around you and digging into your back. Oikawa Tooru is not weak: but he is not a prodigy.
He falls asleep in your bed with his head in your lap and your hands in his hair, but his eyebrows are furrowed and he’s shifting a lot and he’s probably having a nightmare. You call Hajime before gently shaking Tooru awake.
He blinks up at you— all puffy eyes and tousled hair and swollen cheeks, but he sees you and he softens.
“Wanna go to the shrine?”
Iwaizumi still grumbles the whole way up the thirty five steps, but he’s quiet as Oikawa slips two coins into the saizen-bako. Hajime wraps an arm around your shoulder as the coins rattle in the box and you know he’s upset too— his hands are slightly shaking and he keeps sniffing. Nationals might have been Oikawa’s dream but Iwaizumi was also a dreamer, and sure, Oikawa was going to go, but they were going to go together.
Tooru hangs two Ema boards and for the first time, he bows at the Honden. Two claps. Head down and hands together as he prays. Iwaizumi joins him: and you watch as Oikawa apologizes to him and Hajime shakes his head- because it was Hajime’s promise too.
Oikawa is twenty-eight and on a plane when he finally keeps his first promise.
It’s a small promise: but a promise nonetheless, one that he made before he left for Argentina. He tells you he loves you at the airport but he has his boarding pass in one hand and his passport in the other. And you tell him you love him too, but also that he’s being unfair, and no you won’t go out with him. And Oikawa knew you would say that, but he still finds himself making a promise– a promise you laugh at because Oikawa Tooru never keeps his promises.
If we’re still single in ten years, I’m going to find you, and I’m going to ask you out.
You cry, and Tooru wraps his arms around you and cries too— and then Iwaizumi’s there, and Iwaizumi’s crying, and you don’t know which part of you is Oikawa or Iwaizumi. Oikawa leaves for Argentina with a heavy heart but a hunger for the future.
In the ten years that pass he plays a lot of volleyball. He tans a lot. He learns some Spanish. He tries beach volleyball. And then, he buys a plane ticket on his birthday.
from: y/n (21:12) happy birthday tooru !! me n hajime r having an honorary drink for u. hope ur having fun in argentina!!! hajime and i say te amo !!!!
from: tooru (21:15) i’d like a hot sake plssss thank u!!! ( ˙▿˙ )
from: y/n (21:15) LMFAO. no. me and haji r drinking ASAHI DRRRRRRYYYYYYYY for u bro also hajime got BUFF wat the hell hope ur tanning good in argentina
from: tooru (21:16) well tell BUFF iwa chan that ill be there in 5 and i want a HOT SAKE and also YES i tanned good SO EYES OFF IWAIZUMI
from: y/n (21:17) ? what? ur funny lol … TOORU?
Tooru is twenty eight and might retire soon. Thirty five stairs is too many to climb and keeping promises is far more fun than breaking them. So he taps your shoulder, hands Iwaizumi your bouquet, and takes your cheeks in his palms to tilt your chin over.
“Hi!” He says.
Tooru bends down to kiss you.
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decided to make another ao3 recs list hehe, these are always my fav to make
i’ve also decided to completely revamp the way i do my recs lists. before the descriptions were too vague and lazy. now i’ll be giving my own description along with what i thought of the fic. looking back on my old recs lists i cannot believe they got as many notes as they did when they were so crappy LOL
also i don’t know if you can tell but i’m trying to make my lists prettier ☺️☺️ (hence the header image and the pink dividers :p)
side note, there’s and alarming amount of atsumu fics in here?? i didn’t even realize that i’ve been reading purely atsumu content?
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msby black jackals online! by mooshys
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Better Days Ahead by morningsideup
Kuroo x reader, demon kuroo x reader, magic/modern au. do i really have to say more?? this fic…! so you are just the run of the mill museum worker (btw your co worker is tsukki), living a boring ol mundane life. until you find the demon prince kuroo who accidentally traveled to your universe and is now unfortunately stuck due to you destroying the item that brought him here. now, you are stuck with this spoiled demon prince and are forced to help him search for the missing shards of his gem that brought him here so he can travel back home. cmon, tell me that doesn’t immediately want to make you dive into this fic. the tension between reader and kuroo drives me insane. and you’ll come to know that tsukishima can be a little shit. 10/10 so far, ongoing
They were roommates by atsukashii
Iwaizumi x reader, roommates au<333, friends to lovers. you are in need of a roommate. you see an ad for a girl named tooru oikawa looking for a roommate. you jump at the chance and are looking forward to moving in. you think everything’s perfect until you get to your new home and see that tooru isn’t a girl, and that he has a very friend who also happens to be your roommate. oikawa won’t be difficult to live with, but iwaizumi? and his hotness? def gonna be a problem. this is the perfect quick read. it’s so good for when you’re in a reading stump and need a pick me up. iwaizumi makes you feel all mushy inside🥴. and the ending has to be one of the most satisfying fic endings i’ve read recently. completed
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Atsumu x reader, enemies to lovers, complicated. you work at a bar. you’re a college student and this is the perfect gig for you. however, miya atsumu never fails to make your life more difficult. he shamelessly flirts with you while he’s with other girls, and never leaves you alone. maybe you’d consider indulging him if he didn’t break your little sisters heart all those years ago. cannot explain how much i love this fic so far. the way atsumu desperately tries to get your attention while you keep brushing him off. and the tension. the fucking sexual tension between reader and atsumu. it has me bitting my nails. i binged this in an entire day. i love atsumus cocky ass and his fucking pining is so obvious but our oblivious readers ass doesn’t even realize it. craving the next chapter. ongoing
call me home by laurelandharper
Ushijima x reader, faking dating troupe<33. You are a famous ex child star and current professional model. you and professional volleyball player ushijima wakatoshi are paired up together for an ad campaign. to overcome unavoidable rumors, the two of you decide to fake date until things calm down. nothing can go wrong right? hehe. i love ushijima. i just love this man. everytime i read a fic with this man i’m blushing. what i really liked about this fic is was how short it was (occasionally i enjoy a nice quick read) and i liked the build up of reader and ushijimas relationship. it felt very real for me. sometimes when i’m reading the fake dating troupe i feel like the authors sometimes force the relationship. i didn’t feel that at all while reading this fic. ushijima is such a sweetheart and gentlemen here. love this fic please read it <3 completed
Challenge Accepted by Cutesight
Akaashi x reader, sort of enemies to lovers? There’s a challenge going around. Get the attention and “break” the handsome setter of Fukurodani. No one has completed this, no one’s even gotten close. However, when curious little y/n decides to partake in the challenge, she gives akaashi a run for his money. This fic is a guilty pleasure. It was a nice break from the other complicated fics i’m reading. It’s a very easy read and i love it for that. Honestly, a couple times throughout this story akaashi was getting on my last nerve. like just be with reader?? but overall it’s such a fun read. one of the best ways i can describe this story is idiots in love. oh and konoha is a little interesting in this fic too ;) completed
I Hope It Hurts by demxnscous
Atsumu x reader, enemies to lovers. you are the manager for Inarizaki. you and atsumu have never gotten along. the setter has always been a pain and you thought maybe things could improve over time. they didn’t. but now you’re being forced to tutor him, will things get better? this fic is hardcore enemies. atsumu and reader hate each other. this story is still in its early stages, so we’ve only seen a little build up with reader and atsumu. but i love the hatred between them. it’s so raw. it’s not the bullshit enemies to lovers where they kinda don’t like each other. they strongly dislike if not hate each other. i cannot wait to see this story blossom and progress. ongoing
Red Thread by deltachye
Ushijima x reader, soulmate au. in a world where you are bound to someone for life, all you want is to be with your soulmate. however, after finding him, and living with him, what do you do when he loves volleyball more than he’ll ever love you? i’ve said this before, but i tend to stray away from soulmate aus. this one is one of the few exceptions. honestly as much as i adore ushijima, he could be severely annoying throughout this story (which was intentional). this story does have some scenes which may be triggering for some which the author includes in her tags, so check it out and don’t read this one if you’re uncomfortable with those topics. overall, this story is a good example of how good a soulmate au can be without forcing it too much. completed
bad for business by tinyduck
Atsumu x reader, enemies to lovers, reader owns a bakery<3. you’ve finally reached your dream of opening a bakery. now all you want is to be more successful than the popular onigiri shop across the street. the one that steals customers. but you’d never expected for the owners cocky blonde twin walking through your doors. this story is such a cute enemies to lovers. it’s not full on enemies, but it’s so cute. i love the interactions between y/n and atsumu. it’s the most precious thing ever. their love feels so genuine. this story is also a quick read for me, this is one of the many fics i binged in an entire day. if you love soft enemies to lovers with atsumu, read this immediately. completed
—how do they take care of you when you’re sick?
CHARACTERS. Aether, Albedo, Ayato, Childe, Diluc, Gorou, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli; gn! Reader
THEMES. fluff! character analysis kind of. hurt/comfort.
NOTES. hello! it’s been a while since i last posted a multi-hc so i’m glad i was able to do one today! this is quite shorter than usual but i hope you guys will enjoy it! the reason why i wanted to go with this idea is because i also fell ill not too long ago ksksk anyway to all who is sick recently, i hope you are all doing well! and may you get well soon!
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ZHONGLI knows immediately what things are needed to be done to nurse you back to health. He tells you stories of old (as he brushes your hair back) until his voice will be able to lull you to fall asleep. He smiles when your breathing evens out, then presses a kiss on your warm forehead, humming in relief as he waits for the tea that he had brewed to be served for you to drink water when you wake.
XIAO is a huge worry-wart. He may even nag you, telling you you should have taken good care of yourself and muttering to himself how “Humans are so fragile.” Yet it was also him who kept on going from place to place; asking how to cure your sickness, grabbing fresh Qingxins and Violetgrasses for your medicine or to relieve the pain at the very least, and even staying by your side the whole night, monitoring your condition. He also ask for Verr’s advice, especially since she has lots of connections and she’s a human, but it was him who insists on taking care of you personally.
VENTI, surprisingly, is quite good at taking good care of you. He had probably seen others do it, knowing him, he had been alive for a long time, after all. He’s quite overbearing too, telling you to just stay on the bed and rest, and he’ll take care of everything else, just say what you need and he’ll get it for you! Well… as long as it’s not food. The only thing he knows how to cook is Buoyant Breeze—one he so proudly named himself, and you will have to settle with it for as long as you are sick and not able to stand to cook your own meal.
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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍
+ scenarios. tsukishima, tendou, ushijima.
+ warnings. mentions of anxiety, overthinking and insecurities
$. USHIJIMA could always tell when something was wrong, he was a man of few words but he knew you well enough to be able to notice when you started to overthink. He didn’t say much, settling for just taking your hands into his and bringing them up to his lips to press a light kiss against your knuckles, “It’s okay.. talk to me, angel. I’m right here.” He was always patient with you, nodding along to with your rambling and not once interrupting you until he was sure you were finished. His eyes might seem cold to everyone else but you could see through the facade he built up, the softness in his gaze as he held your face in his hands like you were made of glass before his low voice fills the quiet room. “You’re always going to be good enough, love. Making a single mistake doesn’t define your worth. You and I both know what you’re capable of, don’t let this drag you down..”
$. TSUKISHIMA was familiar with the fact that you weren’t a fan of crowded places, they were always too loud for your liking and honestly he wasn’t a fan of them either. The moment he notices you starting to get overwhelmed, he quickly slips his headphones off of his neck and carefully puts them on you with a rare yet reassuring smile. “Better..?” He doesn’t let his attention shift from you, eyes just lingering on your form and waiting for a response before you finally gave him a gentle nod and a quiet whisper, “Thank you.” All he does is shake his head at your words, paying them no mind and swiftly wrapping his arms around your waist while his palms rested against your lower back as he led you away from the crowd. “No need to thank me, dumbass. This place was getting boring anyways, why don’t you pick where we go next, hm.”
$. TENDOU wasn’t a stranger to insecurities, he battled quite a lot of his own when he was younger. It was something he’d never want you to experience which is why the moment he saw you crouching on the floor all teary eyed he had an idea of what to do. He carefully walked over to you and kneeled in the spot in front of you, wiping away the tears that rolled down your flushed cheeks. “What’s wrong, princess?” You kept denying his questions until you finally gave in, hiding your face into your pals while you talked about how you felt like you weren’t pretty enough—how you thought he could be with someone better and that just didn’t rub him the right way, not at all. “You couldn’t be any more wrong, baby.. you aren’t pretty, you’re gorgeous—absolutely breathtaking and there’s no way I would ever find anyone better, I already have you..”
character/s: bakugo katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, midoriya izuku, kaminari denki
genre: fluff :)
notes: i'm sorry i haven't posted in a while :( i was a lot busier for the winter break than i thought i'd be n i also didn't rly have much energy nor inspo at the time skfjskfn
✧ bakugo katsuki always has a way to let you know he's listening to you. the second you start talking, he'll take his earphones off and put his phone down, subtly leaning closer to you the longer you speak. when you try to cut your rambles short with, "sorry, i'm talking too much" or "nevermind, i think i already told you this" he only raises his brow and scoffs, "so? spit it out." then he'll pull you onto his lap and wrap his arms around your waist, caging you in, and will glare at you until you start talking again, because katsuki doesn't care one bit if he's hearing "the same shit" for the second, third, or the seventh time. as long as he gets to hear it from you, he's going to listen to every word, every time.
✧ shinsou hitoshi wants to tell you he loves you everyday, but that would mean getting over his nerves before attempting to. that is to say, hitoshi says his 'i love you's' through brief yet intimate contact and gestures. he'll link pinkies with you under the table, kiss your shoulder when nobody's looking, interlace his fingers into yours, locking eyes with you as he presses a lasting kiss on the back of your hand. his favorite thing to do is to wrap you in his arms and massage your scalp until you're in a dazed state, wherein he's much more comfortable saying, "i love you y/n..." he plants a kiss at the crown of your head before slightly leaning his head back, studying your calmed features adoringly, "... more than you'll ever know."
✧ the way midoriya izuku squeezes your hand and immediately calls your attention the instant he sees something he's sure you'd love. when your favorite song starts playing in a store, or when a small animal's tapping its paws in your direction, izuku's just as excited as you are. only his reason differs from yours. he's over the moon when you start squeezing his hand back out of excitement, turning to face him with animated eyes and the most adorable grin on your face. izuku didn't think it was possible you could get any more beautiful, neither did he think it was possible he could fall in love with you more than he already was.
✧ kaminari denki doesn't shy away at all from admiring you up close. he basically has permanent heart eyes for you. he'll gently tuck your hair behind your ear, brushing his thumb against your cheeks, and mutter about how he's glad can see your face better now. if you let him, he'll take tons of photos of you until his phone storage's full. when you tell him to delete the ones you find unflattering, he'll immediately do so whilst aggressively disagreeing with you, saying that he takes tons of photos of youー not because he's looking for the best angle, but because you look spectacular from all angles. when his friends catches him staring at his lockscreen (his favorite photo of you particularly), he doesn't mind all the teasing and the noises of disgust from bakugo. he's more than happy to shower you with praise, even when you're not there to hear them. "how can i not stare? they're gorgeous! you see this?" he smirks as he circles his arm to show everyone the photo, and when he lowers his phone to admire the photo again, his proud grin's toned down to a softer, more gentle smile of adoration, "just... perfect."
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Hi. So for your event may I request 1 and 3 with Tenya. It's a masquerade ball and he introduces me to his family. He complements me on my dress and then asks me to dance. It's like a forest and wood themed ball and we all have forest related masks and dresses. Just something really cosy.
"May I have this dance" + "you look gorgeous/handsome"
As the lights twinkle hanging from the tree branches, you flatten out your dress making sure it looks perfect. You were going to meet Tenya's close family soon. The ball where you were currently situated at was a gathering of the Iida family and close friends, it only made sense for you to join.
You make sure your mask was on correctly, it's not a secret who you were but it was the attire to be worn at the event.
Your nerves began to take over you, you second guessed youself about meeting his close family. What if you weren't what his family were looking for? What if you didn't stand out enough? What if you stood out too much–
"Ah! L/n, great to meet you finally" you turned around at the voice behind you. You could tell the man standing before you was an older member of Tenya's family, they all seem to have the same navy hair and dark blue eyes, not to mention how tall they all are! The man, who you later found out was Tenya's grandfather, wore a black and gold mask to "hide" his character from the party. As it was all Tenya's family here, there were no secrets to be kept.
"It's a pleasure to meet you aswell" you bow to the older man to show your respect. You could hear a chuckle coming from the side of you, as you stood up straight you could see Tenya looking at you with pure admiration in his eyes.
"May I have this dance?" He asks with a blush forming in his cheeks, he is only embarrassed since his family are going to watch you both dance. You have danced together before, but in private in the castle library to some old classical music that Tenya put on the record player
"Absolutely" you say taking his large hand in yours as you begin to dance to the rythem of the music being played by the live band. You were trying to take the atmosphere around you. Everyone warching in awe as their "little Tenya" has finally found someone to spend his life with and to adore.
"You look gorgeous/ handsome" tenya says as he twirls you around, you blush at his complement. Tenya always let you know how he was feeling. How everything you do makes his day just that little bit brighter, how each smile you send his way makes his heart beet a little faster.
" your dress is gorgeous y/n" tenya complements your dress you got made especially for this event. You are happy Tenya liked your dress, not that it matters since Tenya will always tell you you look pretty but it was also nice to hear it aswell
If it wasn't for his family clapping at the dance coming to an end, you would happily spend the rest of your life by Tenya's side dancing under the illuminated trees in the forest you first met eachtoher.
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"look how beautifully the stars sing for you and i" 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝⭒˚。⋆
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