I Have The Best Jjk Fic Idea Ever….

coachella has me thinking abt cherrychella

maybe one day i will feel somewhat inspired to write for haikyuu again.

magnolias u will alwahys be special to me

NAGI SEISHIRO has a standard set of moves even when he’s asleep.

you found this out on accident one night as you were heading to bed, him already passed out while waiting for you.

he’s laid on his back, covers pulled up to his chest and toned arms resting above plush white as he very softly snores. it’s been tough on him lately with having to get up early and return late, he ends up succumbing to slumber much earlier than usual.

quietly settling into the empty spot next to him, you reach your hand out to rest on his, and to your surprise, he grabs it and rubs the most soothing of circles into your skin, a motion so fluid it’s like second nature.

he even turns over to fully drape himself over your figure, pulling you in close and gently humps into your clothed ass for a grand total of three times before mumbling intelligibly and pressing a kiss to the back of your head, all while unconscious and fully asleep.

shaking your head with a stifled laugh to not stir him awake, you let yourself melt into his hold, keeping a mental note on this new adorable discovery.

you later learn that he does this more often than you think, subconsciously.

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strange dreams lately

where does sakusa take u guys on ur first date

sakusa took me to those things were you go out to the lake and light up lanterns (tatbilb reference.) i lwk didn’t expect him to set something like this up? nonetheless it was vv cute we were matching colors and it was very intimate

YES THAT IS U.

did they follow you on instagram yet 😛😛😆😛😛😛

SHUT THE FUCK UP OH MY GOD THATS WHY U LOOK LIKE THAT ONE B=UM WHOS LIKE 4'2 WHO SITS IN HIS CAR ALL DAY AND GOES LIKE 'so uhm someone asked me 🤓' WHEN HE KNOW DAMN WELL NO ONE ASKED HIS UGLY ASS ANYTJING

atlas why we always fall for the same guys….

guys i have never nor will i ever play LADS but captain caleb edit popped up on my fyp (lmk if anyone wants the link to that) and stuff abt him keeps showing up, also sylus so i dunno.

my leg hair is growing back so fucking fast smh

toji starts buying two of everything without realizing. two drinks, two sets of tableware, two seats on the plane. when you point it out, he simply shrugs. “it makes sense, since you’re always around.”

and it does. you are. somewhere along the way, yours and his stopped being two separate categories. things blended. bled. one toothbrush became two. one key became a spare. he didn’t assign you a drawer, but your clothes take up more space than his do.

now he’s sitting by the kitchen counter, lights dimmed, papers spread out in an unruly mess that makes sense only to him. his hair’s grayer at the temples and there’s a softness to his face that wasn’t there before — age, maybe. peace, possibly. or both.

you laugh and pad over barefoot, press a kiss to the faded scar on his mouth. his hand finds your waist like muscle memory, and you slide into his lap without thinking twice (pun intended).

he lets out a quiet “hnn” but doesn’t complain.

you sip your wine, let your head rest against his shoulder. “so,” you fix his glasses, perched on his nose like he’s fighting the idea of needing them.

“when do you plan on finally asking me out?”

he’s getting pudgy in the middle — not fat, just soft in the way you get when you find your person.

toji doesn’t look up. “it’s been twenty years.”

“and?”

“I do your taxes.”

there’s a candle burning, the cinnamon one you buy every fall. you don’t remember lighting it today. he often does it on his own these days, anyway.

you smile. “quite the romantic, aren’t you?”

“you want a title now or something?” he asks. grumbles, really. “after all this time?”

you fix his shirt. “I just think it’s funny. we’ve got a mortgage, joint bank account, and last week we agreed on baby names if it ends up looking like you.”

he grunts. “poor kid.”

“she’ll be cute. dumb, probably. but cute.”

“he.” “she.”

he chuckles, traces your ring finger between his thumbs. “you’re not getting a promposal, if that’s what you’re waiting on.”

you lean in, nosing his cheek in the way that makes his knees weak. “there goes my big dream.”

you set your glass on the table beside his calculator. he’s warm, and he smells like soap and laundry and that one cologne he pretends not to like.

“you don’t even ask me for my logins anymore.”

he rolls his eyes. “don’t need to. you keep your passwords stupid.”

“they’re not stupid. they’re nostalgic.”

“TojiFan69 is not nostalgic.”

you squish his face between your hands, laughing when he scrunches it up in faux protest. “made that in high school before I even met you.”

“then it was prophetic. still fuckin’ stupid.”

now he’s muttering, something about deductions and charitable donations, and you slot yourself between his knees, hands resting on his shoulders. he doesn’t flinch. nor does he pause. only adjusts so you fit better against him, pecking you on the forehead in the way that makes your nose scrunch. revenge.

the calculator’s still blinking beside you, some half-finished total waiting for his attention, yet neither of you move. he glances down at you - now asleep - then back at the receipts, the gears turning.

in his mind, he’s already adding a third drink, a third set of tableware, and a third seat on the plane.

ERASE . . . shoei barou + f! reader

         ✦     PROLOGUE : RETHINK     ✦

warnings/notes : 17+ to read, language, angsty, barou is himself so he's kind of an asshole, sorry for taking so long to write this sigh….writer's block

She had a crush on Shoei Barou since middle school. It debilitated her, brought her to her knees and pushed her down even further.

She watched him grow and mature alongside her. He grew taller and built up muscle that made her stomach do flips every time their eyes would meet. He would scoff when she would compliment him, brush it off as if it were nothing before walking away while she looked at him with a lovesick expression.

She watched as he grew his hair longer, and started to style it in silly ways until one finally stuck. Pointy, tall, and jarring. She would tell him it was ‘very him’ with a chuckle to which he only rolled his eyes and told her to shut up.

He was always standoffish and cold, but there was a certain level of care she couldn't take her mind off of. He always made sure she got home safely, to the point of walking with her (with little sisters in tow) just to be certain. He always took care of issues she had: broken truck on a skateboard? No problem. The latch on the front door didn't work anymore? He would fix it. She wanted to go for a walk? Well she was an idiot for going all alone, so he had to go with her.

She watched as he got better at football through the years, crushing people under the weight of his accomplishments - including her. The level of care dwindled when he started to really take off in high school, recruiters for professional teams showing up more and more especially in senior year.

She used to draw pictures of him, doodled in an old art journal she would take to her grave. Drawings of the domestic: walking, sitting, playing football. Now she slaved over illustrations for a half baked dream she had she couldn't get over.

A book.

The dream started when she realized he was leaving her behind, taking off on a trajectory of success that frightened her. He no longer walked her home, as he stayed later and later for practice. He didn't fix the minor inconveniences anymore. He was always busy with recruiters, coaches, or college teams begging and pleading to take him on.

He no longer gave the care she clung to so desperately. And her world came crashing down when she spoke to him about it.

“I'm planning for the future, you should do the same.”

“I am, Sho, you know that.”

She still remembers the look he gave her. He looked at her like she was the biggest moron alive, idiotic, and stupid. “No. You're planning on ruining your own life by spinning your wheels on a harebrained idea.”

“What? No, I'm-”

“And how many offers have you gotten?”

There was a silence that cut like a knife, she still feels the sting when she remembers that night. Feels the nervousness stir in her stomach and tears prick in her eyes.

“That's what I thought. Rethink your options, then come back to me. Your shit ass plan is gonna keep you here forever.” 

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