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Hey 😚 i saw you were open to request so here i am haha but totally fine if you wanna skip it tho

Ive been really into friends to secret lover trope lately

Could you write a james x reader were childhood friend and around their sixth year in hogwarts they realized their feeling and they started to secretly dating and no one knows!

The story could focus on how they got caught? Maybe a slip up during an argument? Or that reader looks so beautiful james just couldn’t help it? Or just plain old getting caught making out in the broom closet? 😅

Hey angel, thanks so much for the request! <3

Having been friends with James since your meeting him in your guys’ first year, you pride yourself on knowing all of his little habits, able to read him like a book. So when you were curled up on the sofa, himself sprawled out across the armchair beside you huffing and puffing away, it was more than obvious to you that something was up.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” you ask, turning your body as best you can to fully face him, brows creasing as you do so. He only hums inquisitively at this, refusing to look at you as he appears to find his own hands much more interesting, fidgeting away.

“Seriously, Jamie, what’s up?” At your further questioning, he lets out one big sigh as he swings his legs over from where they had been previously stretched out over the handles of the armchair, now sat how the design permitted. 

“Sirius said something to me today, got me thinking…” Realising that that was all he was willing to give you right now, you spin back around with your own huff, hugging one of the common room cushions to your chest. You know James was never too good with words, so a lot of the time you’d appreciate his choosing to stay quiet instead of stumbling over thoughts he could never fully get across.

“Hey, love?” you hum in response, eyes trained on the fire dancing before you. James’ presence always comforted you, and that paired with the warmth emanating before you made your eyes droop more than you’d like to admit. 

“Would you like to go to Hogsmead with me this weekend?”

“Oh, sure” you reply, letting a dopey smile overtake your face. “We can invite Frank and Alice, I’ve been meaning to get her back for coffee-”

“No, darling, I meant just us two?” The implication made you suck in a breath, head whipping round to study any change in his features.

“You mean like.. Like a date?” 

He smiles at you, a heartwarming grin that makes your stomach flip. You’re not too sure where this sudden taking to you has come from, you’d always thought you’d stay in the friend zone forever, doomed to an unrequited love from the most oblivious man you’ve ever known. Of course, your friends had tried to convince you otherwise. Mary would nudge you gently every time she caught James staring at you, to which you’d always brush her off one way or another, making up excuses so as to not get your hopes up. 

Who would’ve guessed that all this time, he was thinking the same about you?

You had both agreed to not tell anyone about your date until you had figured stuff out between the two of you, wanting to be secure in what the other was feeling before going public with anything. It seemed the most sensible thing to do.

But when the day of the date came, you found yourself frustrated at not being able to tell anyone. No one to help pick an outfit out, no one to help you with your hair, no one to talk to. As much as you hated it, you made a promise to James.

 There was a close call where he dragged you by your wrist into a dingy alleyway after having spotted Dorcas as she left a quaint bookshop, holding you against a wall with a finger pressed to his lip in a hush motion, hand placed on your hip to keep you still and steady, lest you run out and make yourselves known. To say the whole ordeal made your heart skip a beat would’ve been an understatement, and the sneaking around was absolutely riveting. 

So you found that what was even more frustrating, was not being able to tell anyone how good the date went. He had greeted you with a bouquet of flowers, charm placed on them to never wilt as well. He had been a gentleman the whole afternoon (he normally is anyway, but even more so this time). He had held every door open for you, even pulling out your chair for you, and paid for the whole ordeal. You felt so safe with him walking next to you, a certain pride overcoming you knowing that he liked you, and you liked him, and gosh he liked you. It was overwhelming and you longed for someone to share it with. But James had your word, and the last thing you wanted to do was mess things up with him. So, you kept your mouth shut, painful as it was.

The next few weeks consisted of you sneaking around everywhere, and although it started off as exciting, you were really starting to get tired of keeping such a daunting secret from your closest friends. There was a lot of sneaking out after curfew to have midnight picnics on the astronomy tower, consisting of snacks James had nabbed from the Great Hall during dinner. A lot of sneaking off with the promise of the bathroom on your lips to professors, instead meeting up just to get these little snippets of alone time with each other, before any of your friends could catch on, let alone someone like Minnie. 

You thought finally going on dates with James Potter would be a good thing, but you came to find that you hated it. Not the dates, they were always amazing. They always made you forget how much you disliked sneaking around, almost making it all worth it. He was amazing, and kind, and funny and gosh you liked him so very much, but the lack of sleep was starting to catch up to you, making you much more irritable than normal. 

Every time you’d sit gathered in the common room with all your friends and who you wished to be your boyfriend, all you’d want is to openly hold his hand, openly admire how good he looked in that one quidditch jumper, and oh wow, to openly kiss him. 

To be fair, he hadn’t even secretly kissed you yet. 

So when you heard Sirius talking to James in the Great Hall about a Hufflepuff girl cheering extra loud for him during their last quidditch match, always staring at him with heart eyes and blushing every time he looked her way, it got on your last nerve. 

“James, can I talk to you please?” you practically grit through your teeth, trying to keep your calm as best as you can. 

“Hold on a sec, you’ve been stealing him away so much lately, what, you guys fucking or something?” Sirius proclaimed, wiggling his eyebrows at the both of you infuriatingly. To say the least, the comment had struck a soft spot, and you wanted now more than ever for James to lift this silly rule, to be confident enough in your relationship to just admit his feelings for you, right there, in front of everybody.

It was too much to hope, as all he did was turn around and join in on the jesting, not even considering how it might make you feel.

“Gosh no, you know we’re just friends, Pads cmon, don’t be like that.” The words cut through you, hurting more than he realised. You didn’t even know what to do, but you weren’t making the decisions, your body was making them for you. You spun on your feet, tears welling up in your eyes, embarrassment overflowing through your veins like blood. You started to walk away, leaving behind you a stunned Sirius and a very regretful James.

In that moment, all conflicting feelings left him, overtaken by wanting (read: needing) to comfort you, any means necessary. He couldn’t stand to see you upset, especially by his own hand. 

When you heard him calling after you, getting up to catch up to you, you could only speed up, trying to get away from him as fast as possible.

“Honey, please, I didn’t mean it, you know I didn’t mean it-” 

It’s no surprise that he catches up to you, jogging in front of you to somewhat block your path, pleading with you to hear him out. When your stubbornness dismissed him, there was only one more thing that he could think to do that would get his point across. After all, actions do speak louder than words. 

He grabs ahold of your face with both hands, opening his mouth to say something, anything, before cutting himself off by planting his lips firmly to yours. 

James Potter really was never very good with words. So it’s a good thing that you could always understand him, words or not.

thank you so much for reading, i hope you enjoyed! i'm always open to constructive criticism and helpful feedback :) a like, comment or reblog goes so far💕

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Mundane Life

pure fluff with sirius black

(i cannot stress how fluffy this is, softest thing i've ever written)

“Okay baby, what colour would you like today?” his wolfish grin sends you into a frenzy, eyes dropping to the multitude of nail polish bottles in a box which his ring-clad hands had taken ahold of. A soft indie rock playlist played gently in the background, Tommy’s Party by Peach Pit having just started, the intro making a faint smile come onto his face as he jostles the box around, making the colours fly around too.

After you pick your favourite colour from the options, you hand it to him and place your hands palm-down on a cushion that he had placed down for you. These softer moments were always your favourite with him, where he’d be calm enough to be present and still with you, a small smile always on his face, his raspy voice softly singing along to the playlist he’d made for you, music being the easiest way for him to express his feelings for you. It frustrated him often, not being able to fully express his love for you. He just feels it bottled up inside, having no clue how to put the strong emotions into words, so he lets his favourite artists do it for him. 

He grabs hold of the sleeves of your (read: his) jumper, rolling them up for better access to your hands, seeing as his sleeves drown your hands, making his job much harder. The simple, domestic action caused a blush to spread across your cheeks, something that happened often with how tender he always was with you. You don’t remember a time he’s ever raised his voice at you, knowing how much it hurts and never wanting to inflict that on you himself. He can’t ever begin to imagine using his touch in a harsh way with you, and he proves this to you every day with his forbearing touches, restrained squeeze on your hip, barely there hand on the dip of your back, guiding you through crowds, hand combing through your hair as he urges your head into his chest, bringing you the comfort of being surrounded by him and him alone, fully trusting him with your life.

As he gets started on your right hand, you get the opportunity to study his face, no walls up, no faking his happiness because he thinks he has to play this optimistic, funny caricature he’s created by accident. No, around you he can always be unapologetically, unequivocally himself. 

As the next song plays (Darling by Christian Leave), he grabs your hand off of the cushion, torso moving down slightly to blow on the nails he had just painted, manoeuvring your hand with a gentility his other friends wouldn’t even think him capable of. Once he deemed his work acceptable, he placed a delicate kiss on your hand, before urging you to place your left hand down on the cushion for him to continue his work. 

 “You look so pretty like this, Siri.” You weren’t wrong. Earlier on in the evening, he had let you take his hair back in one of your girliest clips, putting it up for him, even though his unruly curls rebelled, strands falling out the front to frame his face over time. He even had some makeup on left over from when he’d insisted you do it for him that morning, large hands pulling your thighs to sit on his lap so you could be close enough to him to do a thorough job. 

He smiles a genuine smile, one he reserves for very few people, and caps the nail polish bottle to place a calloused hand on the side of your face, thumb caressing your cheek as he looks at you with so much love in his eyes. You could feel your breathing sync up, hearts intertwined and beating as one. The stillness in the room made a calming peace envelop the both of you, as if you were the only ones in the world. 

You revelled in the fact that he could just hold you like this, you both just staring at each other with so much love and admiration for the other, so much trust in your relationship that even if any doubts were to ever overcome one of you, you’d know you could sort it out easily. The fact that you could both just sit with one another like this, not needing to kiss, not needing anything to be said, just knowing that you love each other and that was all that mattered. You knew you meant as much to him as he meant to you, having helped each other through everything you’d had to endure so far, and were bound to endure in the future.

“Cmon Pads, you’ve still got another hand to do” you said through a cheeky smile, one which had him laughing, so softly you’d almost mistaken it to only be meant for himself.

“Cmere, little minx” with that, he takes your left hand, being sure to give that one its respective kiss too before starting to paint again. 

“Such soft hands”, it’s barely a whisper, the Great Sirius Black not being able to trust his voice enough in your presence, the effect you have on him being monstrous. It was no surprise to you that he liked your hands, the level of trust and comfort you’d achieved with each other not having come from secrets, after all. The main reason they were soft in the first place was because he was always smothering them in hand cream, a habit he’d picked up for himself from his years of guitar playing, which he was more than happy to pass onto you. He was always grabbing one of your hands to hold onto as you walked the streets, or even just laying together, fiddling with your fingers, placing his ring on your ring-finger, muttering to himself about ‘one day…’. 

Once he’d finished his artwork, he grinned proudly at you, lopsided and true, straightening up to sit perched on his knees, grabbing at your hands to better show you his work. You couldn't help the smile that overtook you as he boasted about how good a job he'd done, leaning over his makeshift nail station to place a kiss to his hairline, where his hair met his forehead, saying that you thought they looked simply beautiful.

"Thank you darling, truly. My turn!"

i'm honestly super proud of this :) thank you so much for reading!!

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hey angels, thank you so much for the james potter requests! i've already written a few to come out soon.. :)))

if people could send over some peter parker/ any other requests that would be super helpful too!

THANKS SO MUCH LOVE YOU ALL MWAH

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does anyone have any requests for james potter? he’s my pookie rn but i don’t have many good ideas for him, i really wanna write for him though!!! if you have any ideas for me, pretty please send them my way!! don’t be shy to pm me or send it in my inbox😘🫶💋

#james potter fluff #james potter x reader #james potter #marauders x reader #marauders fluff

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Marvel Masterlist

-tom holland

dating him headcanons

#spiderman x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland imagine #tom holland #tom holland x reader #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #marvel

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Harry Potter Masterlist

-sirius black

jealous headcanons

angst to fluff fic

mundane life

-james potter

jealous headcanons

friends to secret lovers

-remus lupin

jealous headcanons

best friends to lovers

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Haikyuu! Masterlist

-bokuto

plus size!reader headcannons

-akaashi

roommate!akaashi headcannons

-atsumu

best friend to lovers headcannons

-kenma

cosy rain day drabble

touch headcannons

-tsukishima

ignoring him (angst to fluff)

-suna

best friend!suna headcannons

-asahi

doing his hair headcannons

-smau oneshots

calling him pretty texts part one (akaashi, noya, kenma, tendou)

calling him pretty texts part two (oikawa, bokuto, kuroo, hinata)

ignoring them (akaashi, bokuto) fluff!

trying to make plans with kenma...

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Great Friend

Best Friend!Remus x reader

word count- 1,245

The thumping bass reverberating through your body did nothing to ease the state you were in. No, your mood was only elevated by the music crashing around your skull, bouncing along to the familiar beat booming through the house. The red solo cup in your hand spilling from time to time as you swayed relentlessly, a grin plastered across your face. Familiar friendly faces surrounded you, making you feel safe in your intoxicated state, sipping the sickly sweet liquid from your cup as you danced around with Marlene close by, reapplying a coat of lipstick to her lips after having just murmured something about Mary finally showing up.

Remus, on the other hand, was not having the same enjoyment from the setting. The sweaty bodies surrounding him almost felt suffocating, and what’s worse, he couldn’t seem to find you for the life of him. He had searched high and low, head towering over everyone else, scanning the crowds, asking everyone that could hear him over the much too loud music which was sure to leave him with a headache, but it was all to no avail. So imagine his surprise when he finds you, in the middle of the Potter’s living room, stumbling over your own feet. The image manages to bring a quick quirk of his lip, finding you very much endearing. He rushes to your side as quickly as he can, taking hold of your elbow to try and ease your swaying, causing you to look up at the person perpetrating your personal space, eyes hazed over with a gloss that makes Remus’ stomach dance along to the beat of your heavy breaths. 

“Remy!”  After taking a few seconds for your alcohol-riddled brain to actually recognise him, you beam up at him, teeth clashing together and eyes squinting as pure joy overtakes you upon seeing your best friend, making his heart skip a beat.

“I missed you! You came at the right time, quick, come!” Remus can barely hear you through the way you’re slurring your words and the overwhelming noise of the party around you, but when you grab his hand and pull him over to the hallway, his feet stagger underneath him, barely keeping up with your sudden change in pace. 

Confusion overtakes him when you trip into the bathroom, all but dragging him in with you. Behind him he can hear shouts of his name, Sirius’ booming voice resonating through him with hollers and cheers that you either ignore or don't even hear. The latter wouldn’t surprise him, intoxicated state making all noise muddle into one. The red blooming over his face and chest, however, you do choose to acknowledge, laughing at him before going to use the toilet.

Remus feels stunned by your stunt, nearly giving himself whiplash with how quickly he turns around to face his back to you. This only causes you to laugh harder at him, barely squeaking out a wheezy “what, never seen a pretty girl piss before?”, your crude language only makes the blush persist on his face all the harsher. 

It wasn’t uncommon for you to see Remus get so awkward so easily around you, and you found that the more captivating you thought it to be, the more awkward he would become, creating a harsh cycle. 

He deems it appropriate to turn back again when he hears the signature flush of the toilet, peeking over his shoulder to see you standing on the balls of your feet, gazing up at him, an almost innocent smile overtaking your features. 

“Missed you, Rem. Where’ve you even been?” you all but slurred out to him, closing the distance between you both as you did so.

“Ah, you know me and parties..” he mumbled, one hand making a home on the back of his neck, rubbing up and down to match his eyes looking anywhere but you, seemingly trained on either his shoes or the ceiling, the other stuffed awkwardly into his pocket. This made you stifle a giggle, the usually nonchalant and put-together Remus Lupin conceded into a stumbling mess.

You bridge the gap between the two of you, going on the balls of your feet as best you can without falling, gripping onto his shoulders and going in to kiss him.

Remus could feel his heartbeat stagger at a rate he almost deemed impossible, palms sweating and eyes widening. So when you pressed your lips in a simple peck on his cheek, he almost wanted to scream. 

The heat under your lips made you smile to yourself, before coming back down to lay your feet flat on the ground before him and reaching around his body to pull at the door handle to leave the bathroom. 

“You’re such a great friend, Rem. Love you”

Practically sauntering out, you left behind a stunned Remus, hand coming up to his cheek, feeling residue of your lipgloss where you had kissed him. As soon as he stepped out of the bathroom, he was met with James and Sirius’ smug faces, awaiting the news they’d been waiting so long for, but all he could do was shake his head with a slight frown, still dazed. 

“Aw mate, seriously?!” Sirius all but screamed at him. “She drags you into a toilet for fucks sake, and you still don’t have the balls to kiss her?”

“She called me a ‘great friend’.” Remus says dejectedly, the rejection hot on his mind. 

-

“I called him a ‘great friend’.” You say to Lily, before holding your head in your hands. “I mean, seriously, who does that?” Exasperated, you sit on the sofa next to your friend, playing with her hair as she attempts to console you.

“Well, why don’t you go find him? Do what you were too scared to do?” You can see her eyebrows wiggling from the corner of your eye, and can’t help but laugh at her and her less-than-subtle implications. As Marlene approaches you both with four shots in her hands and smudged lipstick, her tell-tale sign of getting lucky, you see Mary following close behind, sporting the same lipstick that you don’t remember seeing on her when she first arrived.

“You know what? Fuck it.” 

-

James had just come back to Remus with a strong drink in his hand, not too sure on how else to make the boy feel better, when you stormed up to him. Feeling your buzz already beginning to heighten from the shots you’d done minutes prior, adrenaline coursing through your veins from what you were planning to do, you find yourself in a similar predicament that you had caught yourself in before. You rose to the balls of your feet, this time with more fever as you grabbed the sides of his face, his annoyingly beautiful face, and planted a firm and eager kiss right on his lips.

“Great friends my ass” James’ voice comes from beside you, smirk evident and making you groan, going to turn your head to scold him before Remus grabs your face with as much yearning as you had, kissing you longingly.

“Fucking finally!” Sirius cheers as he finds solace next to his best friend, both laughing to themselves before leaving you both.

As he pulls away, he leans his forehead against yours, breath fanning over your face.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that” he rasps, smile bigger than you’ve ever seen before gracing you.

“Oh, I think I have some idea…”

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short doing asahi's hair hc's

omg this would be so soft, he's such a cutie T-T

he asks you so timidly, speaking so meekly out of nerves that he's almost sure you miss the request, but of course you don't :)

i think asahi is the type of person to always have a chill playlist that he's made playing in the background at any given moment, so you best believe when he's sat on the floor in front of you, you sat on the edge of his bed, he's gonna be humming along so softly

he absolutely adores when you do super fun looks on him, like a ponytail on the top of his head or silly pigtails or something, it makes him smile so much :D

just the feeling of your hands playing with his hair, brushing it for him or doing other things like braiding it for him, it just makes him blush so hard :)

these are some of the moments he enjoys the most with you, the soft and calm moments away from everyone else where you can just exist together without worry. he doesn’t mind it being completely silent, although he also appreciates any music of your choice, although he most definitely has a playlist ready for these moments should he not be too shy to tell you

i definitely think a love language of his are soft touches (and i mean he is giving you the softest touches ever- we all know how gentle this giant is and because of how he looks, he knows he can be scary to others so he puts so much effort into making sure you feel safe with him)

he also LOVES making you playlists- although most of the time he won’t even tell you he’s made them for you because he’s much too embarrassed and shy to tell you, nervous that if he showed you you’d be underwhelmed (which of course you never would be)

honestly though he will not stop smiling in these moments with you, your hands on his hair, even if you’re just playing with it or brushing it the smile on his face is splitting and the blush is so prominent and he gets so nervous because his hands are sweating so much because he just has such a big crush on you even if you’re dating he just cannot stop himself from getting giddy inside every time you show him an ounce of attention

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x yn #asahi azumane x reader #asahi x reader #haikyu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu asahi #asahi azumane #asahi azumane x you

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new username <3 my blog needed a little bit of an update, sorry for going for so long, school has been kicking my butt and i kind of lost my passion for writing a bit, it’s starting to rest it’s ugly head again and i’m hoping to get back into things soon :) @delwrites now!!🫶

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x yn #kenma x reader #akaashi x reader

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kozume kenma touch hc's

Kozume Kenma who short circuits every time you touch skin-to-skin because of how soft you are. Be it your hand intertwining with his. Or maybe you’re curled up on the sofa with his hand around your waist as he kneads your stomach. Or he had an urge to cup the fat of your cheeks in his hands. Either way, it’s so warm that he can’t help the fierce warmth that finds solace in his cheeks.

Kozume Kenma who can’t bring himself to initiate kisses often, so he beats himself up for not knowing how to show you he loves you in more “normal” ways. So, when he does kiss you (naturally of course, not by forcing himself to), it makes the occasion even more heart-wrenching and passionate and love-filled.

Kozume Kenma who spends his life hiding away from everyone until you hug him for the first time. He vows to himself that’s when he first understood the whole concept of love, before then the whole ordeal had been rather confusing, and he had simply seen it as a waste of time and a distraction. But as he felt himself melt into your touch, face subconsciously digging its way into any crevice which your chest or head or shoulder or neck may provide out of both embarrassment for the harsh blush that’s painted his face and the further seeking of the comfort he will now come to crave, he came to understand that there’s most certainly more to life than what he had previously assumed.

Kozume Kenma who would do anything to feel your hands constantly playing with his hair. It brings him what he previously presumed as an unattainable comfort but now is just normal for him after he has a rough day and refuses to care about the embarrassment of asking you for it.

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you and kenma try to make plans…

this was a conversation I had with one of my friends and it reminded me of him (because she reminds me of him, goblins smh) so have this ig ((no I don’t know what this is either #sorrynotsorry))

oh also let’s please pretend I didn’t make those 5th Aug please and thank you <3

#kozume x reader #kenma x reader #kenma x streamer! reader #kenma x yn #kenma kozume #kozume Kenma #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x yn #haikyuu texts #text threads

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bestie suna who’s secretly in love with you looks a little something like…

@voidmalfoy

bestie suna who can't help but call you the sweetest little pet names. he starts it off as a joke, but ends up having a small part of himself enjoy it, nearly as much as he enjoys the way you repress your smile every time he says them.

bestie suna who doesn’t talk much, only because he’s so scared of driving you away by saying the wrong thing. like anyone would ever know that though (apart from osamu who he’d accidentally ranted to when he was drunk).

bestie suna who always takes the best photos of you, candid or not. he takes them mostly without your knowledge, because the little sod is too embarrassed and shy to let you know he was admiring you as you laughed so much that he had to savour the moment in still form. he doesn’t intend it in a creepy way, although he does later chastise himself for it.

bestie suna who always links pinkies with you when you’re sat on the sofa together watching horror films. he wants you to know he’s there, but can’t come off like a simp, he could never be so alike the miya twins.

bestie suna who is touch starved and craves validation and attention deprived but would never outwardly ask for anything, no instead he masks it as attempting to annoy you, usually in the form of constantly saying your name and poking you.

bestie suna who always shows you stupid videos of the twins he took that day just to hear your laugh. he likes knowing he’s the cause of such angelic beauty.

bestie suna who doesn’t let anyone but you play with his hair. it’s a halfhearted attempt to show you just how much he trusts you.

bestie suna whose been trying to make it obvious that he likes you without ever having to admit to himself that his heart rate picks up when you smile or his chest cries out when you call his name.

#friendstolovers #suna #sunarintaro #suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #best friends to lovers #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x yn #suna x yn

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QUICK WHO IS YOUR TOP COMFORT CHARACTER SO I CAN GET SOME IDEAS😩😭

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Ignoring Them

feat akaashi and bokuto <3

similar to the tsukki one but a lot lighter and no writing <3

these have been sat in my drafts for months and just not been posted🧍‍♀️

akaashi!

bokuto!

we ’ll ignore the time in that last one because I’m stupid💔 hope you enjoyed! sorry they’re not the best babes😩

#haikyuu texts #akaashi x reader #bokuto x reader #haikyuu x reader #fukurodani x reader #haikyuu x yn #bokuto x yn #akaashi x yn #haikyuu

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HAVE THIS WHILST I PROCRASTINATE FROM FINISHING ABOUT FIVE DIFFERENT FICS AND DRABBLES💓💓 THEY’RE SO TALENTED😭😭

Under the stars

akaashi x gn!reader

type: drabble

wc: 251

genre: comfort and fluff

a/n: two in a day😎

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Akaashi and you laid in the grass watching the stars twinkle in the sky. The night is when your thoughts start getting to you so having akaashi around was so relieving. You always thought he could do so much better and you finally decided to ask him. 

‘Akaashi?’

“Hmm?”

‘Why are you still with me? There’s so many people out there better than me, smarter than me and prettier than me so how are we still together?’

“It’s the way your arms feel like home. Your smile that makes me want to do better; your eyes that always give me the support I need, your lips that touch mine so tenderly and with meaning that words can’t do justice to. It’s the way your voice touches my soul; so tender and mesmerising, constantly reassuring me that I’m doing my best; how I know you’d be the last person to judge me and never think any problem of mine is too small. It’s how my heart beats as much as a humming bird flaps its wings in a second and each thump only longs for you. You’re an enigma y/n, that’s what makes you interesting, it’s not a flaw. Rather it’s so special because I know I’m the only one who gets to just a little more of you than the world does. There’s so much in you that cannot be found in anyone else. I just hope that, one day, you’ll be able to see yourself the way I do.”

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@just-that-bi-girl​ @bokubear​

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Resentment and Ignorance

feat tsukishima!

tw: tsukki has a mental breakdown

ie. a tsundere actually showing emotion for once

many big kisses and humungous thank yous to the beautiful @aliensknowmyillusions for helping me with the ending <3

word count under cut- 852

loosely based on 'Pierre' from 'Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812'

As Tsukishima neared your house, he found himself practising his nervous habits more. He caught himself using his own fingers as fiddle toys, letting out a soft sigh before his knuckles gave three curt knocks on your door. After a moment of stillness, he tries again, silently begging for access. Defeatedly, he storms in, hesitant feet dragging him along the hallways which he knew so well. He rushes up the stairs urgently, navigating to the room in which he found most comfort in. Bursting in, he saw you sat atop your bed, staring at your phone as though it had just presented you bad with news. Cocking an eyebrow, he places a hand on his hip, sharp eyes boring into you.

You swiftly turn your head to face him, cheeks heating up at the speed of his heavy breathing and the butterflies which had erupted in your stomach after seeing him. No, you refused to feel such childish feelings. He had taken it too far, your resolve would never break. Petty as it may be, Tsukishima Kei was not deserving of your attention today.

"Why are you ignoring me?" he questioned accusingly, causing you to scoff and shake your head. That had sealed it- he couldn't even recognise what he had done.

"Y/n? Really? When did you become so childish?!" he sneers down at you, acutely aware of the advantages which his height brings him, exaggerated by you being sat down. His broad and tall stature caused you to fault slightly, tone and words proving detrimental to your mindset right now.

"So first, you call me clingy, then you can't take the hint to leave me alone?!" your sudden outburst had made him stumble backwards, features not shy of his taken aback nature. It was in his person to be mean to the people he wanted to keep closest, not knowing how to accept compliments and receive love, nor affection. He often found himself beating him up for it, and there wasn't a day that passed by where he didn't wish he could be more open about his feelings for people, especially for you.

He had become a pro at concealing his true feelings, his true feelings which were actually a lot more soft than he'd let on, a fact known only to his intimates.

"Its dawned on me that I can't go on living as I am. I used to be better... I know it's my fault that I let these situations get away from me, its just so hard sometimes. Right now, my friends fight and bleed in their own wars, and yet I stand idly by, abandoned to distraction. And everyday, I hate myself for it." You couldn't help the daunting shock that spills over your face.

"I hate not being able to show my emotions like a normal person. Why can't I just be normal?" this was seemingly his breaking point, as his face seemed to almost soften, tears beginning to streak down his pale cheeks.

"Why can't I just emote normally, all I want is to be empty and stupid and contempt. I just want to be satisfied with my place, but it's never enough, I'm never enough." you were about to object, but he didn't leave you any room. You sighed, supposing he needed this.

"Why can't I be like merry, stupid little Hinata, wearing my emotions on my sleeve. Why do I have to be so different?!" by this point, his voice had raised a few notches, before he occupied the space on your bed next to you, resting his head on your shoulder.

You turn your body to face him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and bringing his face to the crook of your neck as to run your fingers deftly through his hair. You felt his tears wet you, but you brushed it off, debating what approach to use on the emotionally unstable tsundere.

"Tsukki I- ... they struggle too. There is no normal way to emote, because there is no normal way to be. We're all different, of course the way in which we showcase our feelings is gonna be a representation of that. Why can't you just see that you being so different is what makes me love you?" you spoke so softly, and with his lack of reactions, you were afraid he hadn't heard any of that at all. Yet slowly but surely, he begins to lift his head, posture which had been ruined in seek of your comfort fixing up a bit.

The meek and timid look on his face is one you will forever consider one of your favourites.

Tsukishima blinks at your declaration. You what? He didn't even know how to comprehend that, he never thought he'd have a chance with someone like you. You were, well, you. And he was, to put it lightly, horrible. He blinks feverishly at you, eyes brimmed with hope.

You enjoyed that look, too. It made you feel strangely proud, with him gazing down at you as though you were his whole world.

In Tsukishima's mind, it wasn't far off.

#haikyuu tsukishima #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima kei #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima x you #tsukki x reader #tsukki x you #tsukki x y/n #tsukki angst #tsukishima angst #haikyuu texts #tsukishima texts