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la santa

In which Sero loves his car to death and doesn’t think there’s anything that could possibly be more beautiful than La Santa but then you come along and now he’s second-guessing himself.

a/n: this is an entirely different plot than what I originally wanted to write but I do not have the energy to start over

genre: fluff

warnings: aged up characters

word count: 700

pairing: hanta sero x f!reader

summer nights - lil rob

Monday’s were for trips to the grocery store to stock up on food for the rest of the week. Tuesday’s were for lounging around the house in your pajamas, mismatched socks tucked away into some slippers. Wednesday’s were for cleaning up and making sure nothing is too unorganized. But Friday nights? Friday nights were spent cruising through Mission district where cars of all colors and models can be seen from the moment the sun begins to rise until the stars start twinkling.

That’s where you often found yourself with Sero, seated in his 64’ ruby red impala that was his pride and joy. There’s a certain freedom that came with driving down the streets in which Sero grew up, a smile on his face as he retold stories of the many adventures of his adolescence. It made you feel warm inside that he was comfortable enough to share small pieces of his childhood with you, the memories he shared were what made him the person he was today.

“How come you’re so quiet?” He smiled at you, the setting sun casting a golden glow on his face.

You shook your head, “Just makes me happy to get to do this with you.”

“You’re really pretty, y’know that? Te ves hermosa. You look beautiful.” Sero brought up a hand to gently caress your cheek as he waited for the light to turn green.

You turned away bashfully, face scrunching up at the sudden compliment. Sure, he complimented you all the time but the few times when he’d utter a few words in Spanish? Those were the times that had you falling in love with him all over again. If there had to be one single person responsible for making Spanish a romantic language, it would be Sero.

Sero turned a corner onto a small street so narrow that it was a miracle it wasn’t considered one-way, but having grown up in San Francisco, he’d grown used to navigating these streets. Hidden between a laundromat and a small pharmacy was Sero’s favorite restaurant, Sonia’s, a Mexican mom and pop shop that he frequented often when he was younger.

Sero fidgeted with the controls to the hydraulics he installed in his car— the best in town and he had the award at home to prove it— grinning at the squeals of joy you let out as the car bounced up and down before releasing the car to its resting state. He parked in front and stepped out of the car, rushing over to open your door for you, “Mi amor. My love.”

You accepted his help and stepped out of the car, following him inside the small restaurant, welcomed by various aromas almost instantly.

Sonia, the kind old lady who owned the place greeted you with a warm smile, “Hola, mis niños. ¿Tienen hambre? Hello, my children. Are you hungry?”

“Hola, Doña Sonia. Cómo está? Hello, Miss Sonia. How are you?” Sero smiled, greeting her with a kiss on the cheek.

“Muy bien, muchas gracias. ¿Qué se les antoja de comer? I’m doing very well, thank you very much. What are you guys in the mood to eat?” Sonia greeted you with a hug.

“Lo mismo de siempre. The usual.” Sero grinned.

Sonia nodded and excused herself before disappearing into the kitchen to prepare the food. You picked out a table that was near the door knowing that it would put Sero slightly more at ease if he could keep an eye on his car. Sero pulled out a chair for you to sit down, wiggling his eyebrows at you boyishly.

You rolled your eyes and sat down, looking out towards the street, “She’s looking extra pretty today, don’t you think?”

Sero was well aware that you were talking about La Santa, and yet he couldn’t help but find himself agreeing even if for an entirely different reason. He loved his car more than anything and if someone were to ask him to name every single thing he loved about it, he’d be able to do so— he had fixed it up on his own after all.

But when it came to you, he had no idea where his love for you began and where it ended— though he considered that a good thing, he’d once read somewhere that to be able to accurately express your love for something is to love very little.

“Yeah, she looks beautiful.” He breathed out.

@combat-wombatus @sunflowersuki @shinsousliya @babyshoyo

#micro’s fic stash #this has such a good vibe<333 #op you write so beautifully

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《 unspoken love 》 suna rintarou x reader

wc : 1.3k

genre : soft angst that u guys can handle :)

a/n : finding a divider that match w the picture is much harder than i thought 

series : silent love ▪︎ unspoken love

practice was already over about an hour ago, but you insisted on staying back for free practice by yourself. your captain and teammates are concerned to have you clean up the gym all by yourself but you reassured them. after all, you need to stay back late enough to not cross paths with suna on your way to the school gate. surprisingly, you heard from his teammates that he went home quite early since the past few weeks but you didn’t question it. you probably knew the reason already. 

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#look! look at it and read it :D #my mutuals #this is so good<333 #soft and angsty :D

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synopsis: sometimes the person who’s right for you is not the one who’s “perfect” for you. 

genre/warnings: akaashi x fem!reader, nyc au, mostly fluff, about three minutes of angst, like four (4) swear words.

tags: @neonghxst​ @catzula​

commitment level: 8.5k words.

a/n: dedicated to sandra bullock and my cat. I tried to capture the ups and downs of a real relationship, but with a hollywood feel haha. I know it’s kind of a biggie, but I personally think the end is worth it :)

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It’s not hard to fall in love. It really isn’t.

Not when Love is standing right before you in a crowded Barnes & Nobles on the corner of South Street and 22nd Ave. 

Not when Love is wearing a rumpled button down, half-frame glasses, and a sheepish expression on his face. 

Not when Love, rubbing the back of his neck, apologizes for reaching for the same book that you were reaching for and says, “I’m Keiji Akaashi, pleased to meet you,” and “You have good taste,” accompanied by a laugh that sounds like almost everything you’ve ever wanted wrapped up in one chuckle. 

It’s not hard to fall in love with Love, especially when he offers you the last remaining copy of that book and asks if you want to grab lunch after checking out. 

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#okay I- mmm<33 #please—never stop writing #this was so good!! honestly could write a thesis on my love for this /gen #micro’s fic stash

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A-Z SFW Alphabet | Issei Matsukawa

Pairing: Issei Matsukawa x f!reader

Word count: 3.5K

Warnings/contents: Lot’s of fluff and fluffy headcanons, mild language in some

Notes: I meant to post this yesterday, but I’ve been having a lot of wisdom tooth pain and I just ended up going to sleep. So instead, here we have Matsukawa today! I hope you like this. Much like with Kaashi lately, I’m kind of in a Matsukawa mood right now 😫 I just know this man, as teasing of an asshole as he would be, has such a pure way of loving 😔

If you would like to see my growing list of other Haikyuu boys whenever I add them, you can follow {this link} to my masterlist!

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#awww—this was so sweet<3 #Mattsun my beloved<3 #not gonna say he’s perfect but Matsukawa (26) yknow #micro’s fic stash

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Shoved it: ch. I - Grind

summary: You don’t like skaters. They’re unruly, misbehaved and rude. But this one encounter just might change your view. genre: fluff warnings: tooth-rotting fluff (seriously, make a dentist appointment), slow burn, mutual pining betas: @vanille–kiss​ as always I'm eternally grateful to you, I love you lots a/n: Written for ANILYSIUM (former HQHQ) Server Collab with the prompt “Meet Ugly”. Check the event’s masterlist here! navi: masterlist | next wc: 1.4k

Books. You love everything about them - the scent of the ink, the feeling and texture of paper under the pads of your fingers, the sound of pages being turned, the way how 26 letters bloom as a whole new world in your mind.

It’s a beautiful spring day, one that carries the warmth of sunshine and scent of freshly revived greenery in the air. Birds are chirping sweet love songs, you’re wearing your favourite flowy dress, gentle breeze makes the short stray strands that slipped from your bun tickle your nape.

On a day like this, it’s extra hard not to bury your nose in the tome you carry around these days. Technically, you know you should pay attention to your surroundings, especially when you’re walking and not sitting on the bench, but it’s just getting to the good part, where the thief prince is about to steal a kiss (and a heart) of the princess and -

Huh?

It’s a beautiful spring day, the sun is finally out, no sight of rain clouds, no school today, absolute freedom. Which is why Suna Rintarou is rushing to the park, using his worn skateboard for the first time this year. He surely hopes he hasn’t gotten rusty with the break, but damn does it feel good.

The wind is ruffling his bangs that stick out from underneath his beanie, and it makes him want to go faster, faster, and maybe, just maybe, he might be able to fly. Or at least jump really well. So he pushes again and again, despite moving at a decent speed already.

There are stairs nearby, and Rin feels today is the day he beats his record at how far he can land. He’s approaching it fast, the top is right there, he can see it, so he pops the board and then shoves it, his ankle at a perfect angle, and shit, if it ain’t the perfect pop shuvit, and fuck, he’s middle air and knows he’s gonna fuck it up.

Because at the bottom, right where he predicts he’ll land, there’s you. A cute girl, with her hair and dress flowing with the wind, eyes trained on a book in her hands, and she doesn’t even see him.

Which is why he crashes with you, having enough mind clarity to push his board in another direction and cover the back of your head with his hand, before he falls on top of you on the pavement. You blink at him with a confusion clear in your gaze, almost as if you don’t know where you are. He smirks at you lazily, and in his most seductive voice lets out a,

“Hi.”

You still look at him with those huge doe eyes, like a little lost lamb, and he would love to sink his teeth in your flesh like a big bad fox. The boy opts for helping you up, instead. He can do that other thing some other time. As you shake off the dirt from your dress, he opens his mouth to say something more, but he’s met with

“What the hell?! That was dangerous! You could have hurt somebody! Have you thought about it? This is a public place, you… you… you punk!”

He’s staring at you dumbfounded, surprised at your sudden outburst. Definitely not what he expected after protecting you from the impact, and definitely not after presenting you his best smirk, the one that has every girl swooning. Suna shakes off his haze when you reach the top of the stairs, and mumbles at the sudden realisation.

“But… I’m not a punk?”

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You’re running. Your feet hurt, lungs burn, and you don’t really see where you are or where you’re headed, but it’s better than getting caught by palace watchmen. The hand around your wrist has a tight grip, as you’re dragged through narrow dark alleys. Suddenly, the man in front pulls you behind a corner, his arm wrapped around your waist, both your chests heaving against each other.

“Are you okay, Princess?” He asks, voice still a little breathy from the exercise, and you nod. “I think the guards are gone now.”

“Are you the Prince of the Thieves?” His smirk grows wide in the shadows.

“I did steal you from the palace, did I not?” His face is coming dangerously close, olive eyes boring into yours. “If you’re not careful, I might steal your heart as well.”

His breath is fanning over your lips as he whispers the last sentence, you part your mouth…

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Shit.

Wait, why did the Prince have the face of that punk?

***

Luckily the bus you take to school isn’t crowded. You squeezed yourself into a window seat with earphones completely sealing you off from the surroundings. Hopefully upbeat music will be enough of the distraction from the weird dream. Hopefully.

Relaxed, you close your eyes and sing along in your mind, tapping the rhythm on your thigh. You let your mind wander, as you imagine yourself dancing to the song, feeling the endorphins pump through your veins.

Until an image of those greyish-yellow eyes glinting in the darkness flash in your head.

Well, shit.

***

If there was any hope of relief from being haunted by that intense gaze at school, it’s gone now. As a top student you were always focused on lessons, always ready with an answer for any question; but today it’s completely the opposite.

First, you somehow managed to forget a basic algebraic formula. While solving a problem on the board. The class was shocked, the teacher was not impressed, you were embarrassed… Still feeling the heat of shame hours later.

Then you completely spaced out, forcing the English teacher to repeat your name over and over, telling you to continue reading a text. And you didn’t even know which part you should continue from.

After that came chemistry, and you nearly blew up the lab after messing up the proportions of ingredients. Why were you so affected by some punk you didn’t even know? Why were you seeing those damn eyes everywhere? Even in the cafeteria, at the table across from yours, that boy also has those eyes.

Wait, no. Oh no.

You’re staring at him unabashedly, silently praying to be wrong, waiting for something, anything, to prove that it’s not the person from the park. It doesn’t come, but the heavens curse you instead.

In a slow motion you observe how his eyes meet yours, and as if it wasn’t bad enough, he smirks. You make off the cafeteria so quickly, that you nearly trip over your own two feet. Seriously, what did you even do to deserve this punishment?

It’s Monday again, and Suna would rather stay at home and sleep. But he has to show up to class, so he reluctantly crawls out of the bed, throws on his uniform, and after brushing his teeth leaves the house. It’s such a drag, honestly. Nothing interesting ever happens.

Rintarou nearly dozes off on the bus, the steady hum of the engine and gentle rocking serving as a lullaby. But he can’t sleep, he can’t miss the stop and be late again. So he forces himself to watch the monotonous scenery on the other side of the window.

As predicted, the day goes by slowly. There’s nothing amusing about listening to those old peoples’ rambling on subjects nobody even cares for. Like hell he’s gonna need inorganic chemistry or classical Japanese. So Rin is sitting at his desk, chin in the palm, thinking how it’s a waste of perfectly fine weather for skating.

Finally, the lunch break comes and he drags his feet behind Miya twins to the cafeteria. It’s not his favourite place, it’s crowded and loud, but his buddies fighting over food makes it worth the hassle. They’re doing this right now, Osamu trying to steal his brother’s onigiri, while Atsumu attempts to poke the other boy’s hands with chopsticks.

Suddenly Rin feels somebody’s intense gaze. It’s not like he’s not used to it, girls usually stare at them lovingly, but this feels different. Curious, he glances in the direction he thinks it comes from and sees… you; barely aware of the smirk curling his lips. But then you run off, probably flushed. That must be it, right?

Suna feels like he hit a jackpot.

#this was really cute! I’m hyped to read the rest :D #micro’s fic stash

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IM READY FOR THE MOVIE AND THESE AWESOME OUTFITS

#woah :0 #you color really nicely #micro’s reblogs

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🍒 — ❝ what kind of cringy tattoo they have ❞

genre. crack

featuring. bokuto kōtarō, iwaizumi hajime, sakusa kiyoomi, hanamaki takahiro, terushima yūji and ushijima wakatoshi

note. idk what this is honestly, i was bored and this is just plain bad.

[ reblogs are much appreciated! ]

bokuto kōtarō. has the fucking world map on his back, because like yk we are the protagonists of the world. akaashi tried to convince him this wasn't a good idea but he defends himself saying that he can color the countries he had visited. once asked kuroo for a favor to scratch africa on his back.

iwaizumi hajime. a heart with an arrow, with the word "love" written on the ribbon wrapped around on his shoulder. he saw a cartoon character on tv when he was still a kid with the tattoo and thought it was the coolest tattoo ever, so he decided to copy. boy he regrets it so much and never wears tank tops anymore.

sakusa kiyoomi. multiple colon tattoos across his forehead. got a drunk tattoo thanks to losing a bet with the three idiots. omi lost and surprisingly accepts the punishment because of his pride. atsumu and bokuto took advantage of a drunk omi and chose a tattoo for him. he now wears a robber face mask until he gets the tattoo removed.

hanamaki takahiro. face of an elephant on his lower abdomen, the truck being his penis. he thought it was pretty funny so decided to have one until it backfired on him. he can never get laid anymore because they all run away after seeing it. starts to regret all of his life choices. 

terushima yūji. crossed out names of his past significant other. whenever he has a new one, he would get their name tattooed on his skin and if they broke up it gets crossed out instead of just coverint it with another tattoo. his body looks like a walking death note. 

ushijima wakatoshi. has the word "milkies" on his chest in a shitty cursive font and roses. tendou suggested it to him as a prank but he took it seriously. flashed his chest to his former teammates one day and they all ended up laughing though he doesn't quite understand why. he thinks it looks nice.

#AGAHJ PLEASE— “a walking Death Note’’ #micro’s fic stash

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— haikyuu boys when you wake them up in the middle of the night & annoy them

featuring; tetsurō kuroo, kōtarō bokuto, rintarō suna

warnings; grumpy suna !

a/n; suna is one of my favs to write i jus think he’d be so funny

kuroo was sprawled out on his back, chest rising & falling peacefully. you have to ruin it, so you climb on top of him & start messing around with his hair & poking his face. you think he’s still sleeping, until you feel a hand grab your wrist. his eyes stay closed, but his mouth doesn’t. “what are you doing?” he’ll lower his hand, taking yours with it. “can i give you a makeover tetsu?” his eyes flutter open & he slowly sits up, staring at you in his lap. he’ll place his hand on your forehead, “did you bump your head?” you swat it away & tell him you’re fine. “angel, i love you but, hell no, it’s 4 am. go to sleep you little lunatic.” he’ll fall onto his back & pull you with him, placing a kiss to your forehead. the last thing you hear is him mumbling, “i knew we shouldn’t have watched rupaul’s drag race before bed.”

bokuto was pressed up against your back, strong arms wrapped tightly around your torso. you squirm around, turning over to face him. you start poking at his bare chest & sides, causing him to jolt awake. he runs a hand through his messy hair, unsticking it from his forehead. “babeee what are you doing? you know i’m ticklish.” his voice is deep & raspy, laced with sleep. “i’m bored, can we do something bo?” he’ll grab his phone & check the time, making sure he’s not tripping out. but it’s definitely 3:12 am. “mm like what baby?” you brainstorm ideas for a while, before you decide on playing a horror game. in the pitch black. at 3 am. he’ll sit you in his lap & hide behind you the whole time. when you do go back to sleep, the two of you are tangled up in each other’s arms & you end up sleeping in until 12 pm.

suna was sleeping on his stomach, dead to the rest of the world. you decided to climb on top of him & lay on his back, forcefully enough to wake him up. “hey rin, wanna play i spy?” he’ll just lay there for a few seconds, wondering if you’re being serious. he’ll get up & turn over abruptly, launching you off of his back. “ya sure, i spy my s/o going the fuck back to sleep.” he’ll lightly smack you with his pillow before pushing you so that you’re facing away from him & wrap his arms around your waist. “but rin i-” he’ll gently place his hand over your mouth & shhh you. “hear that? yea me neither, let’s keep it that way, ok baby?” you both eventually fall back asleep, but the next time you’re napping he’ll definitely wake you up & ask you if you wanna play cod with him.

#micro’s fic stash #this sounds very nice right about now #also it was just really nice to read uwu #I’m so sorry I genuinely cannot end something without an uwu or I feel insincere aha

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Heyaa! I hope you're doing great! My friend sent me the drabble (the 'tsumu one) you made for the time tables and, I kid you not, I felt bliss and sincere fondness while I read that! It also made me miss the joy of having face-to-face classes *wails* If you don't mind, I'd like to join too! Hehehe

7:30 AM • Kuroo <3 • I'm a new transferee and he chose to sit somewhere near me on the first day of class instead of sitting with his friends. With that, we became some sort of frenemies? Like, we like studying together but we're competing against each other in class for grades, ranks, debates, who's more liked by the teachers, and such. And when we banter, the others would be so pissed sometimes because our topic would either be too petty or too intellectual???? In my mind it sounds funny, I swear 😭 Thank you! AHAHA

a/n: hi LOL i’ve been okay this summer 4 me! thank u for enjoying the atsumu one :) hopefully u like this one too,

“You win,” you answer 3 weeks from summer break when it appears that you just might have placed a point higher than Kuroo in ranks.

“What?”

“I’m leaving.” You roll your eyes and reply without the smile falling off. “Going back to America, so it’ll be just you getting the marks here.”

Kuroo’s eyes widen, staring back at you like a deer in headlights when your news just made headlines.

Because, in Kuroo’s existence, he knows that he thrives in the environments, moments you can’t. And Kuroo can’t let the way you smell like sweat, teenage mistakes, and Target-purchased deodorant be with your last words.

Kuroo's always played by the rules of volleyball; he plays fair when you’ve just kicked a ball out of bounds, out of the borders. (It’s a illegal, his heart says. But you can’t play volleyball, his heart reminds.)

It feels illegal because you can’t just leave his life when you have just entered (and left the red marks on his midterm). You can’t leave when he’s already told his grandma about you (as she smiles at your name that escapes his lips). You can’t leave when his grandma has already asked to no longer see the pictures—to see the you he constantly talks about, the you who makes him stay up all night (staring at your photo in the yearbook), the you who makes him memorize every heated reaction in his cheeks when you laugh (because he needs to stop calling the school nurse for a racing pulse).

You can’t leave when it’s you who always scolds him on another missed decimal (that he might’ve left out on purpose to hear your voice). You can’t leave when it’s you who he looks for in the volleyball stands (because he’s not blocking out the way your eyes shine in dimly-lit gyms). You can’t leave when Kuroo’s already practiced saying first names without a blush trickling down his neck, when Kuroo’s already practiced the lines of your favorite musical (even if he can’t sing in karaoke). You can’t leave when he needs the person who likes sunrises more than sunsets, when he needs you to untie his shoes (because he always trips up on words when you’re there), or to shut off his computer when he’s not looking (since Kuroo can’t shut off the way he looks at you).

You can’t leave when he can’t be Kuroo without the solution: you.

Because Kuroo can see the way you are holding back tears (and train tickets to home). Kuroo can book boarding passes, hotels, rent a car, or even buy a new wardrobe. Kuroo can use the English he’s already known, learn how to make scrambled eggs without burning them, and even buy a new Walmart card.

Because all he needs—all he can’t have is losing you.

And there's only a few times Kuroo’s been confident in himself, but this might be the few moments of when he can speak without a stutter around you.

“I’m going with you.”

You drop your mouth, and Kuroo can’t hide the smile on his face.

“You can’t—”

And he cuts you off to say, “I can.”

(And you can’t hide the grin that makes your cheeks hurt because you can see the transfer student forms in his hands this time.)

send me a time, a self ship headcanon and I’ll make you a drabble.

#aha—yes #so like pretty much I’ll just be entertaining this idea for the next three nights before I fall asleep #micro’s fic stash

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Oikawa would bite you<3

It’s probably like a soft nip when he’s tired, but there’s times when he underestimates his own bite

#oikawa x reader #haikyuu!! #I don’t know dude I’m doing finals and procrastinating #it just makes sense tho #micro writes #I feel like I shouldn’t tag that but it’s too late

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net positive

summary: Suna x Reader. Weirdo on weirdo high school flirting.

word count: 1.3k

cw: sex jokes and cursing and terrible, sleep deprived writing

a/n: i’ve genuinely gotten so little sleep recently but i was like “i need suna to be more insane” so this is the product of that. it’s not feral enough. i can’t guarantee the quality of the grammar. i may edit heavily once i’m properly rested and sentient again

Suna thinks this is love at first sight.

Suna is prone to making grand, sweepingly overdramatic statements with a completely deadpan expression. He does this often entirely within his head, his inner monologue just as monotone as his actual voice tends to be. Occasionally, he references these statements out loud, and people just accept it, because Suna has the kind of self confidence that lets him get away with the weirdest shit.

“When’s the wedding?” Are his first words to you, but you don’t hear them, because you’re head down, ass up in a dumpster, legs floating inches above the ground. You push yourself up, hair matted to your head with sweat, eyes just a little crazed. He thinks you’re radiant. He thinks you have a nice ass.

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#micro’s fic stash #this is so cuteee and I like it uwu

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Um… a date at the fair with Kenma would be nice. You want that big fluffy teddy bear prize at a shooting stall? He can win it for you in just one try. Cotton candy? You can share it with him and eat together while walking down the main street, hands intertwined and swaying back and forth. A Ferris wheel ride? Only if Kenma doesn’t have a fear of heights. You two could both admire the whole view (but in his case, you), and maybe… just maybe… your Puddinghead could sneak a kiss or two from you when you both reach the top.

#claw machines are the only game I can do well at #and that’s legitimately because I move around too much #last time I went to one at an arcade I made an army of 30 ducks uwu #micro’s fic stash

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omg violet i'm so happy your requests are open! i've missed your writing sm 🥺

can i please request suna, semi, tendo and iwaizumi and how they hug or kiss (up to you!) their s/o? i'm feeling a lil touch starved lately :,)

thank you in advance <33

how they hug and kiss their s/o

pairings: suna x reader, semi x reader, tendou x reader, iwaizumi x reader

warnings: none

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suna rintarō

he’s the type of guy who isn’t very clingy and stuff, yet, he really does like having you really close to him

his favourite type of cuddling position is where you have your head on his chest and his arms are wrapped tightly 

he holds you tightly in his arms, almost as if he’s trying to keep you there so you don’t disappear from him (it’s cute)

he loves running his fingers through your hair while doing so

he just thinks that it’s really cute - honestly in general, suna thinks that you’re the cutest thing to ever exist, he loves you so much

while you’re cuddling, he really likes to kiss and poke at your cheeks

he thinks your cheeks are soft which is why he likes to kiss and poke at them

suna loves kissing your forehead too

he loves moving your hair out of your face so he can kiss your forehead, and tucking your hair behind your ear while you’re asleep so he can see your cute face 

he also loves kissing your lips, and will always make sure he kisses your lips every time he kisses you

semi eita

i feel like semi really loves it when you kiss him on the lips

he thinks it’s really cute how you have to get up on you tip toes to reach him at times

he’s the type of person that will have both his hands on the side of your face when the two of you kiss

he’s a big sucker kissing you on your cheek because he loves the way you smile when he does so

he loves it when the two of you are cuddling together and your legs become entangled

he thinks you look really adorable when you fall asleep with your legs tangled with his, your head on your chest, arms wrapped around him

when you do that, semi cannot help but just play with your hair and adore your cute little expressions while you’re sleeping

he’s totally one of those people who will write song lyrics about you while you’re asleep on his chest

i know this isn’t relevant, but semi would totally write songs about you and perform them just for you

he’s such a soft lover when it comes to you, he swears he will do anything he can to protect you from the world <3

tendou satori

tendou is totally one of those people who absolutely love it when you lay on top of him

it gives him a good access to your sleeping expression

i headcannon tendou as someone who is totally going to whip out his phone and take pictures of your sleeping expression so he can save them for later

lots of forehead kisses with you too :>

i really do think that tendou is kinda hesitant to kiss you on the lips for the very first time

he’s so shy and nervous about it and has a cute little pink blush on his cheeks when doing so

tendou also loves it when he’s laying in your arms and you’re just running your fingers through his hair softly

it calms him down and makes him fall asleep in your arms <3

i also headcannon that his kisses are really soft and full of love and passion

when he says he loves you, he really means it 

iwaizumi hajime

iwaizumi is another one of those guys who just love it when you fall asleep with your head on his chest

he isn’t much the type who is going to run his fingers through your hair, but if you look really adorable while sleeping he just cannot help himself

he loves kissing your lips a lot

if he had to pick his favourite place to kiss you, it would 100% be kissing you on the lips

when the two of you are sleeping together, iwaizumi really loves to wrap his arm around your waist and rest his head on the crook of your neck

he is totally into spooning and loves to be the big spoon because he claims that you look so small and adorable in his arms

iwaizumi tucks your hair behind your ear whenever he wants to see your cute little expressions

i totally think he’s a simp for you, he will just never admit it (and throw something at oikawa if he ever says something about iwa being a simp)

iwizumi loves you more than he’s ever going to tell you

and his kisses are so soft and loving, that you can tell just how much he cares about you with one kiss

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#suna yes but Tendou<3 #micro’s fic stash

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Moment of appreciation to everyone who published a Suna x Reader fic today because it was all so nice

#like today’s posts especially? *chef’s kiss* #micro talks to the void #suna #suna x reader #I love you all—much thanks

[micromushroom]

% crawling under their hoodie

.! timeskip! suna, bokuto, kageyama, matsuwaka (sep) x gn!r

.! fluff/ not proofread

.! me, i wanna crawl under suna hoodie! me i do ALSO this idea was sort of inspired by @hvnlydmn u can find her post here totally forgot this earlier 🤕

suna

suna looks down from his phone to you as he feels his hoodie being lifted, "watcha doin baby?" he asks, lips curling into a grin, though you don't reply, instead your place your head underneath the fabric, sighing contently at the the feeling of his warm skin against your cheek. "'m just gonna lay here for a bit." you mutter, eyelids already feeling heavy, "m'kay, are you comfortable?" he asks, chuckling as you reply a groggy, "mhm." suna places a hand on your back, whispering a "sleep well," when he feels your breathing slow and a hears a soft snore come from underneath his hoodie.

bokuto

bokuto is confused as you lift his hoodie, "baby if you wanted to see my muscles you could'a asked." he teases, grin falling when you don't reply, instead laying your head on his tummy before letting go of his sweater to wrap your arms around his waist, "you're so warm, bo." you hum and he can't help the blush that forms on his cheeks, "well if you were cold you should've said something, baby." he quips, patting your head above the fabric of his hoodie, "are you gonna nap under there?" he asks, though his question goes unanswered, the only noise coming from you being soft snores, "sleep well then."

kageyama

kageyama can't stop the red that paints his face as you climb into his hoodie, "y-y/n what're you doing?" he stutters, "it's cold in your room tobi, but somehow your skin is so warm." you answer, a breath of relief escaping your lips as you feel the warmth of his skin, "w-well if you were so cold you should've told me, dummy." "i like it in here though." he sighs as you trace hearts on his hip bone, "i guess this isn't too bad, are you actually warm under there?" "mhm, it's kinda dark though, it's.... making... me.... sleepy." your following silence and slowed breaths tell your boyfriend you're sleeping soundly, he supposes maybe he likes this after all.

matsuwaka

mattsun laughs as you crawl under his sweatshirt, "whatcha doin' there, pretty baby?" he asks, wide grin on his face only growing wider as you lay your head on his tummy mumbling, "nothin, you're just so warm, sei." he rests a hand on your upper back, "i think.. my baby is sleepy, aren't you?" he begins rubbing your back as je feels you nod your head 'yes' "go to sleep baby, i'll keep you warm as long as you'd like." it's not long you're falling asleep; the warmth radiating off his body, lazy patterns traced on your back and low vibrations of his humming coaxing you there.

< reblogs appreciated >

#what if—aha—I had someone to do this with #/hj #micro’s fic stash

[micromushroom]

If you’re living a soulmate au with the whole “enemy name on one fist and soulmate on the other”—what happens if you get a name change? Like, deadnames

#this is a lot more legible in my head—I swear #micro talks to the void #soulmate au

[micromushroom]

hq characters as quotes from my discord server w/o context <3

yamamoto: "i'm not a degenerate by choice. i was born like this!"

kita: "i'm pretty passionate about my peaches."

tsukishima, to hinata: "it's okay. it happens to the best of us, and then it happens to you."

yahaba: "okay, so, what's the subtext in my and kyoutani's arguments?" watari: "homoerotic tension!"

iwaizumi: "i don't think i can afford your rates." oikawa: "aww, i'm honored you think i'm worth that much." kyoutani: "what, thirty cents?"

yaku: "i'd take care of a kenma. i don't know if i'd take care of a kuroo."

tanaka: "'y = mx + b' the curve of that ass ahahaha." ennoshita: "i'm pretty sure that's a straight line."

goshiki: "i've never experienced cheating in any relationship i've had!" kogane: "how many relationships have you had?" goshiki: "oh, you know . . . less than one."

komi: "if you want to grow taller, just drink milk." konoha: "but . . . you're short." komi: "yeah, 'cause i don't drink milk!"

kinoshita: "you have me panicking sometimes." noya: "that's the true meaning of friendship!"

tendou: "you either die a virgin or die a villain."

lev: "i honestly thought hummingbirds was a species mixed between bees and birds."

yamaguchi: "do you know all the 47 prefectures?" kageyama: "yeah, it's not like i failed geometry."

osamu: "love is that feeling you get when you eat a giant plate of onigiri."

#the sheer temptation to do this with random shit my friends have said #micro reblogs