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Learning to Love - A Kyotani SMAU

Saffron’s Masterlist

Started: December 31, 2020

Last Updated: January 11, 2021

Pairing: Female! Reader x Kyotani Kentaro

Warnings: There’s to be fluff, a lot of fluff, suggestive content, cursing.

Status: Finished

Introduction:

The Boba Buddies; Kyotani’s Pack

Chapter 1: The Meeting

I. You’d think she’d know

II. Different

III. Convenience Store Boy (W.C)

IV. Lose my number (W.C)

V. My Eyes! (W.C)

VI. Poor Tadashi

Chapter 2: Getting Closer

VII. They Found Me (W.C)

VIII. Warm Jackets (W.C)

IX. Keep it. (W.C)

X. Feelings

XI. Nosebleeds

XII. Reverse Harem Vibes (W.C)

XIII. Tokyo

XIV. Returning to Miyagi (W.C)

XV. Jealousy

Chapter 3: Questions and Answers

XVI. Self Love O’Clock

XVII. Late Night Texts

XVIII. The Game (W.C)

XIX. Sleepover in Tokyo (W.C)

XX. Sleepover in Tokyo (Pt. 2) (W.C)

XXI. Questions and Confessions (W.C)

Chapter 4: Preliminaries and Finales

XXII. Training Too Hard

XXIII. TL & C (W.C)

XXIV. The Game (Pt. 2) (W.C)

XXV. A Year Later (W.C)

XXVI. Epilogue (W.C)

Holiday Bonus

Valentine’s Day

Taglist:

@galagcica @halesandy @f1bbe3 @voidednightmares @softiebadbitch @strawberrymarshallow @whyamihere-bro @pelicanpizza @chaeringpop @satoriluver @setterspirit @moonlightaangel @starryleafy @morpheus-rex @kodzuklutz @tazzi-baby @prettyinblack231 @trashy-simp @kookie-doughs @kac-chowsballs

having online friends is just “i made food does anyone want some” “i’m gonna fight ur dad” “remember that time you made a typo a year ago that we Still remind you of daily” “i know your deepest trauma but not your last name” “here are the random plants i associate you with” “good morning at 9pm” “goodnight at 7am” “my dog says hi” “LMAO NERD. keep talking about obscure anime tho i’m interested” “hey i know you’re asleep right now but this meme made me think of you” “if we were irls we’d Totally be dating by now” “one day when we live together....” “dude i bet i can jump higher than you let’s have a contest Right Now” “i don’t know what this weird school rivalry you have is but i support you!!!!!!” “getting in the car Right Now to give you a hug” “if i eat lunch while you eat dinner it’s basically like we’re eating together” “i am holding your hand as we speak” “i am kissing you on the forehead right now” “here let me braid your hair for you” “i love you” “i love you” “i love you”

Nice to Meet You! || Meet Cute AU!

♡ synopsis. a fleeting encounter where two souls meet for the first time. whether its a first glance or a first hello, theres definetely spring in the air, even if neither of them realize it yet. for love starts with an encounter and he couldn’‘t be anymore glad that its with you.

♡ genre. fluff ♡ feat. Akaashi & Kuroo ♡  wc. 1784 ♡ note. this is just gonna be a series of meet cute scenarios and I’m planning on making more of these! ps. how does one not get carried away when writing akaashi?

AKAASHI KEIJI

there they are again.

akaashi keji’s eyes have been trained on the same figure coming and leaving the university library for days now. at times he felt as though he was finally losing it. he’s only ever read about this feeling in picturesque novels and sickiningly sweet poetry. never in his life had he thought about those storybook cliches to happen in his mundane life.

but perhaps spring had finally come for him.

he wasn’t quite sure why he was so intrigued, like somesort of pied piper, you had him following your every move, having him wrapped around your finger without a single word. 

akaashi had thought he might want to change that. you were more than a cover to a book, he wanted to read your mind, know your story,  make out what makes you – you. then perhaps he’d have a better understanding to the pining inside his heart. so he finds his feet moving towards your direction without much of a thought, his sorroundings looking hazy as his heart picks up pace with every step. 

“here let me” he called out softly, reaching out for the book you were reaching since earlier, only for you to whip your head abruptly. 

“oh no — you don’t have to!“ 

you made the mistake of stepping back, and before you knew it, a great deal of paperbacks and articles cascaded off the bookshelves. you prepared yourself for the impact but it never came. you open your eyes, only to see akaashi had vigorously propped both his hands beside your head, shielding you from the onslaught of books as if it were a first instinct. he winces at the pain but it was nothing compared to the throbbing in his chest whilst he looked straight into your eyes given the close proximity.    

“akaashi!”

"it’s fine, i’m sorry for insisting too much” he backs away immediately and rubs a hand on the back of his neck. trying to catch his breath, he thought ‘this definetly wasn’t a good conversation starter’. he struggles to keep eye contact, catching a glimpse of the events that happened just moments ago when doing so. the image had him flushing red whilst he tried to sort himself out. 

“no no, its not fine! i could’ve killed you!” you worriedly ask him if he was okay, examining his condition whilst muttering a string of apologies. the attention was definitely not helping him calm down his nerves, yet he couldn’t help but savor the moment, even just for a little while. 

“you know my name” he murmured in daze to which you stare at him as though he said the most ridiculous of things. 

“that hurt didn’t it” you asked, a hint of guilt coating your voice. 

“just a little ache is all” 

“i knew it” you bit your nail in distress, thinking of ways to recover from this sticky situation. this was definitely not how you imagined your first conversation with him to turn out. 

you managed to muster up an idea and gave him a reassuring smile. at that moment, the man swears he gained another lifespan or two. “do you like cake? i know a perfect place, let me make it up to you c’mmon!”

“no its really fine“ he replied, waving his hands to refuse, only to lower it back and bite back his lips, seeing you upset at your own mistake. he sighs and gives in. “well, i wont say no to cake, but there is something else i wanted to ask if you dont mind”

“anything! its the least i could do for causing you trouble” your eyes light up, eager to listen to know what he had in mind, and with that, he cant help but look at you all too fondly. was it possible for someone to look this absolutely breathtaking without much effort?

“then, will you allow me to get to know you more,?” 

he flashes you a sweet smile, which only grew wider, seeing you fumble with your next words as you pick at the loose fabric of your shirt. he wonders where he got the sudden boost in confidence, but the flustered look on your face was definitely worth the effort. it had only been a few minutes since he first spoke with you but he can already tell you’ll keep him on his toes.

“are you sure? there isn’t really anything about me. i bet you dont even know my name yet.“

“(y/n)” he answers wholeheartedly, catching you off guard as he stares at you thoughtfully “your name’s (y/n)”

you pursed your lips together and slowly nodded your head. summoning all the courage you had, you took his hand and proceeded to drag the bespectacled male outside the campus library, the muscles of his cheeks growing soar from smiling whilst you try to hide your own. 

he was in trouble and he knew it.

KUROO TETSUROU

kuroo tetsurou runs through the busy streets muttering every curse word there is to exist, with kenma nagging at him on the other end of the phone. it wasn’t everyday that he was late, however, he just so happened to be late on the very day he had a very important job interview.

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↬ pairing. sakusa kiyoomi/gn! reader 

↬ summary. the rawest part of you fits me like a missing puzzle piece, or i think sakusa always deserves some tlc 

↬ genres. fluff

↬ wc.

↬ a/n. this piece features both characters showering together, so there is implied nudity. however, it is still entirely sfw, but i will use a read more ! also deals with anxiety

“let me hold you,” he pleads, watching you sort out the laundry in the closet. 

blinking, you agree- but after your shower. you inform him as such.

“we can shower together,” sakusa suggests, “i just want to hold you.”

in his insistence you hear the words he can’t express, the exhaustion and fear and the desperation to hold you, his favourite person, while doing one of his favourite activities, showering. 

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synopsis —> growing up, l/n y/n always loved to clean, finding comfort in the process and a sense of accomplishment with the results. because of this, she decides to pursue a job as a cleaner. leading her to a man “wary” of germs, sakusa kiyoomi.

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader warnings: slight nsfw jokes, foul language status: completed

disclaimer —> i do not own any of the haikyuu characters or art used in this social media au.

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y/n’s squad | sakusa’s squad

☆ chapter one

☆ chapter two

☆ chapter three

☆ chapter four

☆ chapter five

☆ chapter six

☆ chapter seven

☆ chapter eight

☆ chapter nine

☆ chapter ten

☆ chapter eleven

☆ chapter twelve

☆ chapter thirteen

☆ chapter fourteen

☆ chapter fifteen

☆ chapter sixteen

☆ chapter seventeen

☆ chapter eighteen

☆ chapter nineteen

☆ chapter twenty

☆ chapter twenty one

☆ chapter twenty two

☆ chapter twenty three

☆ chapter twenty four

☆ chapter twenty five

☆ chapter twenty six

☆ chapter twenty seven

☆ chapter twenty eight

☆ chapter twenty nine

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a/n: the title sucks and that’s because i can’t make up titles for shit, im so sorry :<

art credits: @soojaeng_ on twitter, @kwonrugger on twitter, @aikk00 on tumblr

Message in a bottle

Summary: Suna says “I love you” again for the first time

Word count: 2.1k

Genre: ex-husband Suna and ex-wife reader; angst to fluff; Suna calls you a poop

Your first thought is: Suna.

Footsteps patter as you circle around your living room in a flourish of high knees and twirls. You end one phone call for another, squealing in your hand from the excitement. He answers you devotedly, expectedly.

“I got the job!”

“You got the job!”

“I got the job!”

“I knew you would!”

He matches your energy, triples the high, and makes all your insecurities disappear. This was a big promotion that skipped several rungs of the corporate ladder, far beyond your reach, but Suna vouched for you when you couldn’t.

It’s weird to be reminded of your value by an ex-husband. Your friends like to point it out whenever you mention him, as if ex-husband is an addendum to his name, but as the seasons cycled one over the other, so has your relationship.

You’ve done one full rotation from friends to lovers to strangers and to finally friends once more. By all means the transition wasn’t seamless and came with a learning curve quite steep, but the two of you are better off than even your first round of friendship.

“Let’s celebrate,” you offer without a second thought. “We should go out tonight. Fancy. I know we usually don’t do fancy but this deserves fancy!”

Where you expect immediate consent, Suna stutters instead. That cracked, almost yes shatters something in your chest. It could be your heart but maybe it’s a rib because it feels like you’ve lost your breath. You stop circling your living room to lean against a wall.

“Oh, are you busy?” 

He hesitates, a single inhale answering you instead of words and now you can’t help but close your eyes in frustration. The descent from your high is slow, agonizingly so, as you bend at the knee to slide down to the floor before hitting rock bottom.

“You could have—” just the sound of your morose tone makes you choke. The disappointment should be familiar. After signing the divorce papers, you made a new promise to yourself which was to stop expecting anything from him. Yet here you are, committed only to the same mistakes of relying on someone you shouldn’t.

Falling into Rintaro is obsessive, a swallow into the deep. He makes it easy when the candid words people keep like secrets slip smoothly through his lips.

Maybe if you’d loved him a little older, when you’d learned falling in love is an ideal but being in love is the process, maybe then it wouldn’t have taken a couple of mistakes to whittle away from the foundation of your relationship. Disappointments were tallied like grudges and eventually, you two separated not even a year into marriage.

It took years of estranged meetings, secluded conversations when somehow the two of you were left alone in a room, and a couple of awkward phone calls when neither of you knew of anyone else to be vulnerable to to be where you are now and find that balance again.

Here you are once more, with the scales tipped away from your favor.

“You could have just said that.”

“The accounting manager invited me to this company event. I didn’t plan on going, but she asked and—”

“Ayame?”

He pauses, “yeah.”

“You could have said her name. I’ve met Ayame.” She never worried you but the fact that Suna decided to hide that detail does now even when it shouldn’t.

“Yeah.”

“So you’re going with her?”

“Is that okay?”

The instinctual answer falls flat behind gritted teeth. You want to say of course as if you even have a right. Maybe your friends should suffix your name as a reminder too with ‘ex-wife.’

“Why are you asking me? You know it doesn’t matter what I say.”

He hums a displeased sound. It makes you wince because you’re not quite sure you have enough restraint in you if he decides to push any further.

Gratefully, he simply changes the subject. “I still want to celebrate with you. You should have your day. Let me take you out to that one place we always talk about but never go.”

“No, I’m—”

“You said you deserve it,” Suna reminds, “and I agree.”

“No, it’s okay. I—“

“Quit being weird. Say, ‘Rin?’” he over exaggerates in pitch to imitate you, possibly clutching imaginary pearls. “‘Did you just agree with me? Who is on the phone right now because you’re not my ex-husband.’ And then I’ll tell you I ate him like Kirby. Then you ask me who’s Kirby—“

“I know who Kirby is.”

Suna disagrees almost a little too quickly, “nah, you don’t know who Kirby is. You know who Kirby is?”

“Yes! I know who Kirby is.”

“Well I’ll tell you about him anyways and educate you on 1990s Nintendo lore for the next fifteen minutes.”

You force a chuckle for his sake only. It convinces him because one more time, he says, “let me take you out.”

Relenting is the only option because Suna knows how to pick and choose his battles.

You can finally hear the smile in his voice, another surge of ache filling your chest when he asks, “next week?”

Next week comes but you’ve already made the necessary steps to isolate yourself from a repeated mistake. The gaps between texts gradually grow longer until you’re confident to leave him on read. Sometimes you’d call him after work just to update him about your day, but instead you change out that piece of your routine for a compelling new podcast.

He allows you to let go in grace, a clean rip versus the tattered remains of your past marriage and it’s rewarding to witness the growth.

Suna doesn’t even argue when your response to him asking what time he should set the reservations is think i have a fever. can’t make it

You think you’ve outdone yourself, unexpectedly content on your quiet weekend. The floor feels smooth as you glide your toes along it, swept and polished from earlier. Your new candle is burning and your blanket’s delicately soft and warm from the dryer.

These are the hobbies of an ex-spouse, independently involved from their ex-lover. Suna is only a passing thought when you imagine his face when he receives your message but you carefully tuck him away. Somewhere special. Somewhere far.

Unfortunately, your phone, though, is in your palm. It rings with a call from Suna. His name erupts a mess in your chest that you thought you’d cleaned. You throw your phone to the side, shove it into the cracks of your sofa so that it may muffle the sound. He calls again, followed by a flurry of texts, and then another phone call. Then eventually, silence.

You exhale a breath of relief. It’s clear now, that you have to move on. It’s a peace you’ve come to terms with.

Peace that is shattered by someone banging on your door. It’s only ominous for a second, heart racing, until it is accompanied by your phone ringing once more.

Apprehension tremors into your fingers as they clumsily reach for the device.

“Thanks for answering the phone,” Suna grits, “now the door.”

“I’m sick!” you throw in a dry cough for good measure.

“August 16, 2015. We used that same excuse to bail on Atsumu when we woke up too late from a nap.” He pauses for your reply but you don’t even know what to say. “January 3, 2016 we did the same thing to Komori. We told him you had a fever, sent him a picture of you with a rag over your head–”

“You did not tell me that!”

“–and everything. And then you actually got sick two days later and you said you’d never do it again because of karma. I sent you the pics if you actually read my text messages. I’ve got the receipts. That’s our excuse so tell me why you are trying to use it on me.”

“I’m not using anything on you!” You sniffle exaggeratedly over the phone, “I’m sick. Stop yelling at a sick person.”

“Prove it.”

Your face twists at the incredulous request, “how am I supposed to do that? Do you want me to slide my used tissue under the door?”

Suna chuckles. He sounds less mad, “no. Send me a picture of your outfit.”

“What?”

“You have a sick fit.”

“A sick fit?” There’s deliberate pauses between each word, enunciating them so Suna can hear exactly how ridiculous he sounds.

“You wear that dumb hoodie you got from a souvenir shop in Harajuku because they have the thumb holes on the sleeve and always a pair of fuzzy socks.”

It’s impossible not to huff, “you don’t know me.”

“Of course I know you,” he whispers, “you’re my ex-wife, you poop. So open the door for your ex-husband.”

“Poopy ex-husband,” you say, finally softening.

Suna laughs, “sure. Poopy ex-husband.”

Breathing feels easier now, as if without your even knowing, Suna’s resolved everything. There’s comfort in the fear, companionship maybe. So you take steps back towards him and open the door.

His typical, sharp eyes dart up to you when you do, analyzing your expression with a rigid jaw then dropping to check your attire. He smirks slightly while pushing his way in.

“Called it,” he says, celebratory. “I knew you weren’t sick.”

You can’t help but point out the bag of takeout in his hands, “is that soup?”

He’s nonchalant when he says, “contingency planning. What if you were actually sick? I’d be a dick if I barged in here and I was wrong.”

“You’re a dick anyways.”

“Maybe,” Suna sets the food down on your small dining table. You take a step forward, planning to continue the banter but there’s an intensity when he turns around that stills you where you stand. You shift your weight to the heels of your feet to escape the brunt of his stare.

“But you’re a liar.” He articulates the final word with accusation but cracks at the end. If he weren’t your ex-husband, if you didn’t know what he looked like at the altar and in front of a notary public, then you would have overlooked it. He’s hurt, clear in the crumbled edges near his lips, and you’re the reason why.

His pain swallows you to him. You pull him into an embrace that crashes the both of you onto the ground. He knocks his head against your chair but he ignores it to pull you in. His palm presses to the back of your head, pushing you into his chest.

“You should have just told me,” Suna rushes to speak, as if this moment could be swept from him at any moment. “I would have never gone with Ayame if it bothered you.”

You shake your head. Doing so, you dip deeper into his neck, “that’s not it.”

“Then what was it?” Honesty ladens his statement. Accompanied by the rocking motion he’s got the both of you in, it seems like he really wants to know.

“I got scared.”

“Scared?”

“We haven’t been acting very divorcey lately and I guess it scared me.”

He hums as he sways you for a little while longer. You situate yourself against him by tucking your legs to your chest. He presses you closer.

“I can send you divorce memes in the morning,” Suna offers. “We can threeway a phone call with our lawyer for the hell of it.”

You giggle, “you know that’s not what I meant.”

“Good,” he says. Suna leans down to press against the top of your head. It feels too close to a kiss, a whisper of it. “I like what we have now.”

You concur with a nod into his chest, burrowing your face closer to him.

“I get to love you in a way I’ve never loved you,” your heart suspends in both anticipation and dread because he loves you. They’re words that you’d both thrown away into the ocean long before you even divorced and not even this slow kindling of your relationship, whatever this may be, has ever given either of you the confidence to say it again. He just has and the sound of it makes you tingle between your shoulders. There’s excitement but also fear because just as he’s said, it’s not the same.

You yearn for more, unsatisfied with the faded edges of affection. It’s easier now to admit to yourself that you love him too. Though you’re not sure you’re the same as him. You love him.  You love him the way you promised you always would.

“What,” you shuffle against his hold and perch your chin against his collar bone. Your nose lands near his pulse. He smells of memories – of Monday mornings and midday meltdowns. He smells of everything in the in between that you can’t quite wrap around where he begins and ends. You swallow before finishing your words carefully, “do you mean?”

Suna tilts his head toward you. Bangs frame sharp lines in front of his eyes but aren’t enough to mask the intensity in his gaze.

He looks at you like an altar, vowing, “like how I’m supposed to.”

I love hxh so much and the plot is *chefs kiss* but would it be too much to ask for if they just... idk had a filler episode where they all hung out and weren’t going through a midlife crisis at 12? Like don’t get me wrong I love everything about the plot but I just want everyone to be happy 😫😫😫

@Fanfic writers:

My friend send me this link, is a series on a profile on Ao3 (tumblr) that has different tutorials to insert things to fanfics via html code, I thought I would share bc it’s really cool

Lists of tutorials:

How to make images fit in mobile browsers

This is a tutorial/live example on how to make large images fit on mobile browsers but remain normal size on desktop browsers.

How to mimic letters, fliers, and stationery without using images

This is a tutorial/live example on how to mimic the look of letters, fliers, and stationery (as well as other forms of written media) without using images. For all your epistolary fic needs.

How to make a “choose your own adventure” Fic

This is a tutorial/live example on how to create a "Choose Your Own Adventure" fic. While this has been explained before (see here), this particular tutorial shows you how to use a work skin to hide the next parts from the reader until they click through to get to them.

How to make linked footnotes on Ao3

This is a live example of how an author can create linked footnotes in their work with only a little bit of HTML and no workskins required. This is best viewed by clicking "Entire Work". While I've included the actual coding in bold and italic once you click "Hide Creator's Style", there's a more detailed explanation here.

How to change text on Ao3 when the cursor is hovering over it (or clicked on mobile)

This a tutorial/live example on how to have text change or appear once a cursor is hovering over it. Helpful for pop-up spoilers, language translations, quick author's notes, etc.

How to mimic author’s notes and Kudos/Comment buttons

Anonymous on tumblr: do you have a skin that would mimic the author’s notes and review/kudos buttons section from the end of a fic? the desired effect being that the fic could go on after the “end” of the fic, so after the author’s notes and review/kudos buttons

Here's a tutorial/live example to do just that, with some of the buttons actually functioning. I'll explain more inside!

How to wrap text around images

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How to mimic email windows

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How to make ios text messages on Ao3

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How to make Customized page deviders

Bored with the default page dividers? This is a tutorial/live example on how customize your page dividers with no images needed (though I do show you how you could use images if you wanted to do such a thing).

How to make invisible text (That can be highlighted)

This is a live example how to make invisible text that can only be seen by highlighting the text. Tutorial is included in text, and you can always leave comments about questions you may have.

MOBILE USERS: Sadly, this probably won't work for you, since highlighting in a mobile browser is different than web. I've tried correcting this, but have yet to find a solution.

How to make a rounded playlist

Original coding and design is from layouttest. I make no claims for it, just tweaked it so it will work on AO3.

How to create notebook lined paper on Ao3

This is a live example of my AO3 skin that allows the author to recreate the look of lined notebook paper in their work. To learn more about it, you can find the tutorial here.

Sticky notes on Ao3 without using images

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How to make deadpool’s thinking thinking boxes on Ao3

This is a live example of my AO3 skin that allows the author to recreate the look of Deadpool's thinking boxes in their fic. To learn more about it, you can find the tutorial here.

How to make newspaper articles on Ao3

This is a live example of my AO3 skin that allows the author to recreate the look of a newspaper article in their work. To learn more about it, you can find the tutorial here.

tsukkiyama requested on my ko-fi~