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so what if i started a studyblr o.o

#maybe then i would actually be excited to study #not that i don't i'm basically forced to at this point #but it would be some nice motivation #penny for your thoughts?? #閉嘴 : omfg stfu

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long time no see who's alive here

#it's me i'm not alive #you'd think after college apps are done i would be thriving #but nope #alas this is the human condition

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is anyone alive and active on here

cause apparently i am

#i was scrolling through my old posts and i kinda miss posting?? #</3

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ENCHANTED — todoroki shouto x f!reader

shouto todoroki becomes a pro hero believing that there is no other greater accomplishment in life, until he meets an elementary school teacher who makes him think otherwise.

genre: strangers to lovers au, pro hero!shouto, teacher!yn | fluff 

warnings: aged up characters, a side midoriya/uraraka relationship, slow burn, all slice of life cutesy shit 

word count: 8.8k 

a/n: this fic marks my request to join the anime writing community, because i’m trash </3 

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People like Shouto Todoroki are bred for fame, glory, and status. After all, it is all he has ever known. It is the blood, sweat, and tears of his being, the only goal he’s ever had, the dream he’s been trained to say since he was a child. It’s hard to fantasize beyond expectation. So he has spent his entire life working towards those goals, merely filling out a mold that has been cut out for him. Sure, his exposure to certain influences has allowed for certain adjustments and trims here and there, but Shouto has always been a hero first and an individual second. 

It has always been like that. 

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#okay so i usually don't rb bnha works since i don't really write for it all that much #and it's been a hot fucking moment since i've read a bnha fic that resonated with me #this is so atmospheric and i can immerse myself into the world so easily i love it i love it i love it #i'm not usually that much of a todoroki fucker but in this moment i am #reading this was such a treat

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just tried the pocky challenge and it’s the most romantic thing to ever exist

#holy shit #literal butterflies #staying true to my namesake guys

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what kissing him feels like — fluff ; spice ; gn!reader ; 0.4k words

kissing him is like not realizing you were so deprived of oxygen in the same way you both pull away, breathless, hiding faces in heaving chests. kissing him is a tentative meeting of lips, and the subsequent yielding of all inhibitions, of melting into strong hands. they roam your body, mapping out the hills and valleys of the small of your back, your waist, the nape of your neck, your jaw, your soul. it’s as if you were cursed to disappear into mist and he is trying to imprint every inch of your body into his memory to keep you safe there forever.

there is a bottomless well of hunger that he is trying in vain to fill when he moves in sync with your lips. he anticipates you and you, him — until his tongue meets yours. a jolt of surprise ripples through your body. you hum words of incoherent pleasure into his lips, but he understands and the vibrations of his murmurs respond:

“i’m here.”

“i’m so lucky to have you.”

“i love you.”

all at once.

you revel in the knowledge that you have that sort of effect on the boy you’ve loved for what feels like your entire life.

he pulls away with half-lidded eyes, drunk on something more potent than wine. the space where the lingering remnants of his kisses are feels cold, blown by a slight breeze. you suddenly feel his lips on your neck and you draw a sharp breath that’s more reminiscent of a whimper, this time too loud for the wind to conceal as a mundane gasp. your grip on his shoulders loosens, hands trailing down to his chest as you arch your back, pressing body against body.

his kisses travel from the crook of your neck up to your jaw, tracing its outline until they meet your lips. he leaves no room for repose as your gasps continue to be swallowed, fanning some innate spark in his core into an uncontainable blaze.

kissing him is like not realizing you were so deprived of oxygen in the same way you both pull away, breathless, knowing that even an eternity wouldn’t be enough to express the wholeness of the love between you. but in that moment, you believe you can.

#one good night rb before i go to bed #yes it's 1 am and i'm tired as shit #crocheting a stuffed animal for a baby #anyways see yall tomorrow #actually #yk what i mean #icymi #轉發 ：reblogs

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... i did it

guys. guys. guys. and gals and pals.

what if i post my slightly spicy drabble now

#now back to sat practice so hopefully ya girl can get a good score before she has to submit her college apps #and by good score i mean 1550+ but idk how feasible that is #閉嘴 : omfg stfu

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what kissing him feels like — fluff ; spice ; gn!reader ; 0.4k words

kissing him is like not realizing you were so deprived of oxygen in the same way you both pull away, breathless, hiding faces in heaving chests. kissing him is a tentative meeting of lips, and the subsequent yielding of all inhibitions, of melting into strong hands. they roam your body, mapping out the hills and valleys of the small of your back, your waist, the nape of your neck, your jaw, your soul. it's as if you were cursed to disappear into mist and he is trying to imprint every inch of your body into his memory to keep you safe there forever.

there is a bottomless well of hunger that he is trying in vain to fill when he moves in sync with your lips. he anticipates you and you, him — until his tongue meets yours. a jolt of surprise ripples through your body. you hum words of incoherent pleasure into his lips, but he understands and the vibrations of his murmurs respond:

"i'm here."

"i'm so lucky to have you."

"i love you."

all at once.

you revel in the knowledge that you have that sort of effect on the boy you've loved for what feels like your entire life.

he pulls away with half-lidded eyes, drunk on something more potent than wine. the space where the lingering remnants of his kisses are feels cold, blown by a slight breeze. you suddenly feel his lips on your neck and you draw a sharp breath that's more reminiscent of a whimper, this time too loud for the wind to conceal as a mundane gasp. your grip on his shoulders loosens, hands trailing down to his chest as you arch your back, pressing body against body.

his kisses travel from the crook of your neck up to your jaw, tracing its outline until they meet your lips. he leaves no room for repose as your gasps continue to be swallowed, fanning some innate spark in his core into an uncontainable blaze.

kissing him is like not realizing you were so deprived of oxygen in the same way you both pull away, breathless, knowing that even an eternity wouldn't be enough to express the wholeness of the love between you. but in that moment, you believe you can.

#haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #kuroo x reader #tsukishima x reader #suna x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #kenma x reader #haikyuu fluff

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guys. guys. guys. and gals and pals.

what if i post my slightly spicy drabble now

#i think it's done now #but idk how people would receive it it's different from anything else i've written before #閉嘴 : omfg stfu

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kuroo x reader ; fluff ; lots and lots of it ; gn!reader ; 0.6k words

kuroo tetsurou, who never needs to look at the periodic table to remember the atomic masses for elements. he spends that time staring at you, apparently. but you wouldn’t know, you don’t have eyes on the back of your head. (he swears it’s the prettiest back of anyone’s head he’s ever seen.)

kuroo tetsurou, who displays his goggle marks like a badge of honor to everyone in the class, but when you walk past him, he asks you if it’s noticeable. (it accentuates his eye smile, you think, but you would never say that out loud.)

kuroo tetsurou, who ties his apron extra tightly before every lab just so he can ask you to help untie it after. you try not to look down any further when you’re undoing that stupid knot — really, you do.

kuroo tetsurou, who hounds everybody who eats in the lab but asks you for a piece of gum every day. that’s not strange at all, right? or, at least, that’s what you tell yourself.

kuroo tetsurou, who swears his heart skips every time he sees you smile in triumph at your test grade. he wouldn’t mind if the teacher made more exams if it means he gets to see you smile every time. 

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#one last rb before i go to bed :) #icymi <3

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SILLA UOIR TAGS MAKE MY DAY I LOVE YOU

ASDFGHJKL; OF COURSE I LOVE IT WHEN MOOTS WRITE THEIR THOUGHTS IN THE RB TAGS SO I'M ONLY REPAYING THE FAVOR

like tags are almost singlehandedly the reason why i write

#寫信 : asks

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seven minutes in heaven

genre: fluff

pairing: kuroo tetsuro x g!n reader

warnings: pretty suggestive, you’re in a closet together, plenty of playful banter

a/n: i wanted to try something a little different than my norm and experiment with some light elements to see how it goes <33

pspsps; @kage7ama

reblogs and opinions are always appreciated <3

you can hear his breathing.

it comes out in its slow breaths, an inhale, followed by a feathery exhale that somehow caresses your face.

it’s nothing more than a gentle sweep of your cheeks, and the nervous shuffling of kuroo, who attempts to find space between you in the narrow closet you’d been placed in together.

the truth was: you weren’t mad about this at all. not in the slightest. sure, plans for the evening weren’t made expecting to be placed mere inches away from the handsome face of the boy you could only dream about, but the reality of it wasn’t startling.

didn’t change the fact that you were nervous though.

“i’ve never seen you so quiet,” kuroo chuckles, “cat got your tongue?”

“what would you want me to say?” you ask, voice peaking curiously at the end. it was a genuine question. you weren’t sure what he expected.

“anything,” he responded simply, “i like your voice.”

the silence continued within the walls of the closet, and you could faintly register the thrum of your heart beneath your chest. the air was tinted with a hint of the cologne he’d always worn, and unsaid secrets that begged to be shared.

“we should figure this out,” you began, “whatever this is.”

“i’ve been wanting that for a while actually.” his hand brushed your own, tangling his fingers into yours. “how long have we danced around it?”

“a while,” you laughed, “where do we even start?”

he shuffled slightly closer, his knees knocking against your own. “the day we met,” he smiled, “you were so genuine.”

“and you were insufferable.”

“hey! i was not!” he protested, “i wanted to see if you’d cave.”

you had caved. caved for his knowing grin, the light in his eyes, and the way he seemed to memorize your very presence.

“well i didn’t.” you said instead.

“come on, we’ll get nowhere if you’re this stubborn,” kuroo teased, reaching his hand to poke your cheek. “don’t get me wrong, i love you holding your ground, but i just want to hear it.”

“what? that i like you?” you laughed, “didn’t think you were one for sappy confessions.”

kuroo leaned forward, and even in the darkness, his eyes glowed with something you couldn’t quite place. “well….i’m not. but you’re different.”

you felt a little heat rise to the tips of your ears. “do you really think a little proximity is going to make me actually say it?”

his lips brushed the shell of your ear. “no, but i like you.”

you paused. you couldn’t believe what you’d heard. “say that again.”

“i like you y/n. for the way you put up with me and are someone who i can truly rely on. i have for months.”

you hesitantly reached for him and cupped his cheek. it was just as warm and solid as you’d imagined, and you whispered your reciprocation before gently brushing your lips with his.

he slowly leaned forward, placing his hand on your side and kissing you softly, as if you were a figment of his imagination came to life. his hands wandered to your cheek, and you found yourself pulling him closer.

his lips traveled onto your ear, nibbling softly and trailing his way down to your jaw. his lips met yours again, and you pressed into him, relishing in the small gasp he let out.

you could kiss him forever. he felt the same.

the door busted open.

“right times up lov— oh.”

kuroo pulled away with a smirk, only to meet the eyes of yaku who looked embarrassingly at the floor.

“that was definitely more than seven minutes,” kuroo grinned, wrapping his arm around you.

“oh yeah.” yaku nodded, “i expected this would happen, but didn’t actually prepare me for it.”

you simply laughed as you shot an apologetic smile at the libero and made your way out of the stupid closet that had finally resolved the lingering tension.

kuroo settled next to you, his fingers intertwined with yours. a look into his eyes told you everything words could not, and as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, you knew in your heart that he’d meant every word.

you were his support, and he was yours, discovered by a closet rendezvous and the promise of yet another kiss.

©mysterystarz all rights reserved - please do not plagiarize, translate, or modify my fics even if credited

#oh- #oH #o h #o.o #i'm #kicking my feet in the air rn #>.< #ugh i love the trope of not-really-friends-but-not-really-lovers-either #and you do it s o well #honestly i wpuldnt be surprsied if you have firsthand experiece with it (hahahaha) cause pHEW #my heart needs a break

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omg

the rbs

on my last work

this

this is why i write

#i love y'all :') #so much #閉嘴 : omfg stfu

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the way my most recent drabble/scenario got notes so much faster than all my other previous works is,,, w h a t

i genuinely spent so little effort on it that if i spent less effort i’d be in the middle of REM sleep  and i haven’t posted anything in like a year ?????? i thought i was shadowbanned wtf

#i never really understood the people on tumblr just want to read easily digestible stuff narrative #until now that is #which makes me sad cause longfics are objectively superior but no one writes them nnowadays #and that's one of the major reasons why #anyways just my thoughts el oh el #閉嘴 : omfg stfu

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kuroo x reader ; fluff ; lots and lots of it ; gn!reader ; 0.6k words

kuroo tetsurou, who never needs to look at the periodic table to remember the atomic masses for elements. he spends that time staring at you, apparently. but you wouldn’t know, you don’t have eyes on the back of your head. (he swears it’s the prettiest back of anyone’s head he’s ever seen.)

kuroo tetsurou, who displays his goggle marks like a badge of honor to everyone in the class, but when you walk past him, he asks you if it’s noticeable. (it accentuates his eye smile, you think, but you would never say that out loud.)

kuroo tetsurou, who ties his apron extra tightly before every lab just so he can ask you to help untie it after. you try not to look down any further when you’re undoing that stupid knot — really, you do.

kuroo tetsurou, who hounds everybody who eats in the lab but asks you for a piece of gum every day. that’s not strange at all, right? or, at least, that’s what you tell yourself.

kuroo tetsurou, who swears his heart skips every time he sees you smile in triumph at your test grade. he wouldn’t mind if the teacher made more exams if it means he gets to see you smile every time. 

kuroo tetsurou, who takes the lead in his lab group when doing experiments, except when he’s assigned to one with you. you’re taken aback when the top student in the class asks you for your opinion on how to write the lab procedure, not knowing that it’s just an excuse for him to listen to you talk.

kuroo tetsurou, who pretends to not understand acid-base equilibrium just so he can ask you for help. it’s too late by the time you realize that he basically invited himself over to your house to talk about anything but chemistry for two hours straight.

kuroo tetsurou, who catches you staring at him instead of the solution in the flask when your lab group was doing titrations that one time. the corner of his lips tugs into a mischievous smirk, and your other group members yell at the two of you for overshooting the titration  — by a very long shot.

kuroo tetsurou, who reaches his hand for the stopcock on the buret at the exact same time you do. thankfully, you manage to successfully complete the experiment this time, but not before you accidentally brush your hand with his. the shade his face turns almost matches the pink indicator, and this time, it’s your turn to smile wryly.

kuroo tetsurou, who asks you out to prom with an iodine clock reaction. somehow, he gets the entire class in on the secret (except you, of course). you say yes with a smile so stunning everything else pales in comparison.

kuroo tetsurou, who is extremely baffled at the fact that you can ace every one of your chemistry teacher’s tests but you still haven’t realized his feelings for you. it turns out he was wrong, because one day after class, you tell him about your year-long self conducted experiment. hypothesis? kuroo tetsurou is head over heels in love with me.

kuroo tetsurou, who gives you the last data point you need with a yes and a kiss. conclusion? you’re now dating the best kisser and lab partner in the entire world.

a/n: i apologize in advance for all the chemistry terms; i miss chem class so much and i’m still salty about my 4 on the exam </3

#icymi ! #轉發 ：reblogs

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i did it

the way i get an itch to write when i'm supposed to be focusing on college apps

the timing is impeccable

#i did a thing lmfao #轉發 ：reblogs

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kuroo x reader ; fluff ; lots and lots of it ; gn!reader ; 0.6k words

kuroo tetsurou, who never needs to look at the periodic table to remember the atomic masses for elements. he spends that time staring at you, apparently. but you wouldn’t know, you don’t have eyes on the back of your head. (he swears it’s the prettiest back of anyone’s head he’s ever seen.)

kuroo tetsurou, who displays his goggle marks like a badge of honor to everyone in the class, but when you walk past him, he asks you if it's noticeable. (it accentuates his eye smile, you think, but you would never say that out loud.)

kuroo tetsurou, who ties his apron extra tightly before every lab just so he can ask you to help untie it after. you try not to look down any further when you're undoing that stupid knot — really, you do.

kuroo tetsurou, who hounds everybody who eats in the lab but asks you for a piece of gum every day. that's not strange at all, right? or, at least, that's what you tell yourself.

kuroo tetsurou, who swears his heart skips every time he sees you smile in triumph at your test grade. he wouldn’t mind if the teacher made more exams if it means he gets to see you smile every time. 

kuroo tetsurou, who takes the lead in his lab group when doing experiments, except when he’s assigned to one with you. you’re taken aback when the top student in the class asks you for your opinion on how to write the lab procedure, not knowing that it’s just an excuse for him to listen to you talk.

kuroo tetsurou, who pretends to not understand acid-base equilibrium just so he can ask you for help. it’s too late by the time you realize that he basically invited himself over to your house to talk about anything but chemistry for two hours straight.

kuroo tetsurou, who catches you staring at him instead of the solution in the flask when your lab group was doing titrations that one time. the corner of his lips tugs into a mischievous smirk, and your other group members yell at the two of you for overshooting the titration — by a very long shot.

kuroo tetsurou, who reaches his hand for the stopcock on the buret at the exact same time you do. thankfully, you manage to successfully complete the experiment this time, but not before you accidentally brush your hand with his. the shade his face turns almost matches the pink indicator, and this time, it’s your turn to smile wryly.

kuroo tetsurou, who asks you out to prom with an iodine clock reaction. somehow, he gets the entire class in on the secret (except you, of course). you say yes with a smile so stunning everything else pales in comparison.

kuroo tetsurou, who is extremely baffled at the fact that you can ace every one of your chemistry teacher’s tests but you still haven’t realized his feelings for you. it turns out he was wrong, because one day after class, you tell him about your year-long self conducted experiment. hypothesis? kuroo tetsurou is head over heels in love with me.

kuroo tetsurou, who gives you the last data point you need with a yes and a kiss. conclusion? you’re now dating the best kisser and lab partner in the entire world.

a/n: i apologize in advance for all the chemistry terms; i miss chem class so much and i’m still salty about my 4 on the exam </3

#haikyuu x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo x gn reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo fluff #haikyuu fluff #yes bitches i'm back #see you in a month or two or a year :p