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It's Esha here <3 I deactivated my old account

OMG, HIIII BAE 🥹💕

I missed youuuuuuuu, how are you? <3

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do I really have to update my masterlist so often... cause I don't really want to... :(

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❛ HAIKYUU ❜

— Miya Atsumu

❛ TUTORING ❜

— Miya Osamu

— Tsukishima Kei

— Kuroo Tetsuro

— Iwaizumi Hajime

— Tendou Satori

— Suna Rintaro

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❛ TUTORING ❜

gender neutral reader x atsumu miya

Content: volleyball nationals were near, and with atsumu's grades not being as decent as he would've wanted them to be, his chances at participating were slim to none unless he got his grades in order, what other option than to assign him a tutor? thank god you weren't willing to tutor him.

Warnings: angsty, atsumu is down bad, atsumu is a dumbass outside of volleyball, cringy train of thoughts from atsumu, atsumu being a loser, poor wooing attempts, osamu is a menace, bad dating advice — and atsumu actually following through with it —, fluffy until it's not, it's like watching a car wreck and not being able to do anything about it, atsumu is a loser through the whole thing and acting like a dumbass, English — it's gonna be a warning in all my stuff, spare me :(

Word count: 1,967 words

Author's note: atsumu miya is a loser in my head, will always be regardless of how many fan girls he has, I can't portray him as anything but that, he's my baby but also my loser, and he shall remain a loser in my works too

Atsumu's grades were in the danger zone, and the alarm in his brain rang through vivid thoughts when the news that he wouldn't be going to the volleyball nationals if he didn't manage to regulate them at least a bit.

Absolutely not, he was the setter of the team, he belonged in the court with the rest of the team, with his fingertips touching the ball while his mind worked overdrive to achieve the perfect strike.

Volleyball was part of his everything, he couldn't give it up, especially not with such an important date being near and he needed to be there along with his team.

They couldn't take that away from him, simply not.

So he listened to Kita's advice and filed a request for a tutor with his teacher, very reluctantly because the tutoring club was, in his opinion, just a front for the nerds to gather together and talk about nerdy topics that the rest of the school alumni — the normal ones —, couldn't care less about.

Volleyball players, professional players, didn't need algebra or history to play, did they? So why exactly, in the teacher's eyes, did he need to pass the subject even if not with flying colors?

And that's when you showed up, another person he deemed a nerd and who he would never willingly interact with if not extremely necessary.

He just needed to survive the tutoring three months, just three, enough time to get his grades up again and then go to the nationals and then it'd be fine if they dropped a little again.

Regardless of how much his brain was already dying just from the thought alone of going through the torturous motions, he knew he needed to do it, as fast as he could and then forget about the whole situation altogether. He'd put up with it just for the absolutely necessary time, counting the days until he would finally be able to get rid of your presence hovering in his brain.

It was just for the sake of getting his grades up, just for volleyball, so he could linger in the court a bit more, the way he was supposed to.

And so, the countdown started.

Three months.

Three months since you started tutoring Atsumu Miya, the obsessive setter of Inarizaki who was part of the same team who always made it to the nationals, the one who has always been willing to test his limits and push others to their own as long as the ball would reach the spiker the way he wanted to.

He wore his emotions in his sleeve, never too ashamed to show just how far his passion went, because there were some limits he wasn't afraid to cross if the reward was what he wanted or better than what he imagined, never too afraid to show his annoyance at the mediocrity of other teammates if he believed it necessary.

Which is why he didn't bother hiding how much the tutoring sessions pissed him off.

Flimsy excuses slipped from his mouth time after time, scowls etched in his features yet again when you didn't budge and forced him to sit, a frown permanently engraved in his face when he was around and the lack of attention he was giving to the whole thing.

He was wasting time he should be investing in perfecting his moves in the court, didn't you understood that?

He was stubborn, but your own stubbornness that rivaled his was starting to get under his skin in ways he didn't think was possible.

For the love of everything you might consider holy or sacred, leave him alone.

He didn't needed to lay awake at night because you were starting to get to him, tossing and turning in the mattress and getting a threat to get his ass kicked by Samu because you refused to leave his mind — or was it because he didn't know how to get you out himself?

The days passed and he, by some miracle, started to think that maybe the tutoring sessions weren't so bad if you were the one who was teaching him. It was only because you had a way with teaching him, a way to make him understand.

Not because of the day you couldn't make it and someone else had to tutor him that evening and he felt the unusual feeling of disappointment taking place in his chest at not being around you, absolutely not.

And it wasn't because he had missed you that day, no, anyone who thought otherwise — not just Osamu, because he always had a talent for reading his twin and the way he'd behave and squirm in his place, but everyone else too because his mood had a decay that day — was heavily mistaken.

And he didn't inwardly sighed in relief the next day when you appeared to the spot you both had already claimed as yours for the tutoring sessions in the school library.

You must be seeing things, because there was simply no world where his shoulders would've dropped just the slightest bit when his eyes met your figure in the entrance.

The denial didn't lasted long, not with his conscience in his shoulder, whispering after a particular session around the end of the first month when he had noticed he had been weirdly focused on the shape of your lips and how they moved when you spoke, or the way your hands moved with gestures as you explained a certain topic he didn't understood, as if that would help him understand.

It didn't.

If anything, the little things were just messing up with his brain even more...And... was that a new perfume you were wearing or was he just imagining it?

He had to hand the win to his twin because for once, Samu had been correct about something... he was developing feelings for you.

And by the last day of the first month, the tutoring session ended with him offering a little smile to you, finally out of the pit of denial and embracing the feelings arousing in his heart, and with his imagination running with hundreds of 'what if's.

The second month was sent differently.

His nerves were through the roof. He had made peace with the newfound feelings you caused in him, but that didn't meant he knew how to act normally now!

He was more distracted than ever, and while he was annoyed with it because it meant he wasn't making any kind of progress this month to get his grades back on track, it also meant that the longer the advance in the tutoring sessions was delayed the more he had to be around you.

Was he supposed to be distressed because he was still away from the court, or delighted because he could spend more time with you under the excuse of needing help without having to look like a pathetic loser who had no romantic experience?

Every day, he went home, now frustrated and screaming into the pillow because he was lost on how to act around you — and with Osamu on the top bed of their bunker bed giving him weird looks, which was also annoying but somehow more tolerable than acting like a whipped loser for you.

Please leave his mind a few hours so he could gather his thoughts and put them together in a coherent way for him to be able to keep acting at least somewhat normally.

He wasn't keeping you out, but he needed to keep his act together. He couldn't let the whole school know about his feelings for you, didn't you get that? What would happen to his reputation after that if word got spread of it?

The sudden thought had him looking behind his shoulder and being extra cautious around you, looking for any possible eyes that could be hunting him down for answers that he wasn't ready to give.

Honestly, please give him a break, some time to breathe — if possible in your arms and with his face shoved in the crock of your neck so he could get a good whiff of your perfume now that he confirmed that yes, you were wearing a new one —, and some time alone... but with you still close to him, just in case... you know, for good measure... one could never be too cautious.

The flimsy excuses stopped, and while his frown remained, now it was caused by a genuine desire to pay attention and understand the words that you spewed, always sounding like dripping honey on pancakes.

Because you'll like him even a little if he understood what you were saying, wouldn't you? It was the bare minimum, probably, but he wanted to try.

Everyone liked smart guys, right? What a better combo than a pretty face, an athlete and a brain with something inside it to top it all?

You wouldn't be able to resist his charm once he finally got matters into his own hands and put said charm to use. Surely, nothing could go wrong after he asked the person he trusts the most for advice.

"Be yourself, talk about your passion for volleyball, everyone loves a guy who's passionate about something" Osamu had said... and Atsumu was for sure going to beat his brother's ass as soon as he got home. The advice sounded appealing at first, it was a simple piece of advice anyone could give and it had been a real option... until he put said advice to use without thinking twice and forgetting about how long his mouth could run when it came to volleyball.

The result was simple, he had stood up abruptly after realizing he had been rambling for more than forty-five minutes straight without pausing to greet you and left home — also kicking his brother's ass because that dumbass had known perfectly well how riled up he could get when it came to volleyball, and he had encouraged him to talk about it knowing full well he could've given normal advice like "be nice and behave"... but noooooo, his idiot brother had to go and be the little shit he was.

It got to a point where he couldn't hide his feelings no matter how much he wanted it, and in order to avoid embarrassing himself even further, he made a decision: he was going to confess.

He waited as patiently as he could, awaiting the third month because then, you wouldn't be bound by your obligations as his tutor and your time spent together could be used otherwise — on dates, his mind kept on whispering, real romantic dates where he could actually hold your hand. — So he waited.

And when the moment finally came, he confessed.

He wished he hadn't, because the words you uttered weren't the ones he had hoped for. In fact, they were a far cry from the response he had spent days and nights yearning for — loudly daydreaming during classes and after practice with all kinds of scenarios including you both, doing everything lovers did.

He understood now, things wouldn't be the way he had want them to be because they were never planned as such.

It all made sense now.

You volunteering to tutor him, being accommodating to him, trying to make him learn despite everything... it wasn't because you had a wish to help him, not an entirely genuine one, you had been eyeing his twin.

You had been just making points with his brother, showing that you could tolerate him and by extension, looking all starry-eyed whenever Samu had been around to check on him.

Atsumu was heartbroken.

And later on, you were also heartbroken, because Osamu would never date the person who broke his brother's heart regardless of how much they would banter and get in fights.

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what's the plot for that kaiser fic you have

this was from yesterday but I forgot to answer, my bad sweetheart 💔

anyway anyhow, I would like to say I had a well thought idea about it but I was drunk so I don't know how I really came to that conclusion and the point where I just started writing it... but it's about witch hunter kaiser and a witch he ends up saving from execution and by extension, the Holy Inquisition

it's a published idea in my wattpad account (in the Spanish version) but the version I have in drafts in here is ENTIRELY different

bros wouldn't recognize themselves in the street ever, that's the low point I reached this time 😭

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do you take requests

I'd say no but... we all know I'm not strong enough to deny one gang... 💔

WORST OF ALL, I'm still a dumbass through and through and I will end up writing it regardless... 💔

so the answer is yes, though I'd have to like, make rules(? because while I don't give a genuine flickity fuck about what I write most of the time, even I have my own limits bro...

so yeah, I'm fine with requests but like, respectfully at the very least plz

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me trying to be responsible when it comes to updating my masterlist is going to be real work

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❛ JUST A GLANCE ❜

gender neutral reader x Karasu Tabito

Content: eyes have always been the windows to our souls, and it will remain that way.

Warnings: bit of angst but it's not the main plot of this, fluff, mention of bad relationships as in people not feeling loved enough, reader is gender neutral and there's no body descriptions, reader can be interpreted as bad with feelings but just a bit, English — biggest warning here because it's not my first language, so feel free to sue for grammar mistakes, I'll pay up —, reader and Tabito live together because I say so

Word count: 525 words

Author's note: I was reminiscing old times and I got needy, sorry, I got possessed by my internal demons and I physically needed to put it into words ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ฅ ₎ა

Love is everywhere.

It existed since the beginning of life, it presented itself even in the minuscule things of life that most of us didn't stop to look at twice. Humans withered away without it and their souls turned bitter when poorly loved.

What was humanity if not the love we give and receive in return?

Everyone could see it, the way people crushed on others, kids holding hands in kindergarten with toothy grins, couples dancing in the dimly lit streets with just the bare humming of their heartbeats and the old couples sat in parks with the age on their shoulders yet still so firmly standing because they were together.

Love was in every breath and exhale humanity gave, and when words aren't enough, we selfishly look out for those we look. We seek them out through crowds, fingertips barely grazing flesh and just a moment of hesitancy happens before we steadily hold close those who we cherish, trying to tell with our touch what words can't express enough — like a baby still learning how to speak but still wanting to let everyone know he's happy with giggling —.

It took just a glance for Tabito to know you weren't feeling like yourself.

The week had been specially tedious and everything felt like too much, the noise you once would've brushed off rang in your ears threatening to make your temples throb, the light was blinding and even your bed felt too stiff regardless of how many times you tossed and turned trying to find the right position that maybe would've helped you have more than five minutes of sleep.

By the tenth time you uncomfortably moved trying — and failing — to find some sort of way to sleep, Tabito decided it was enough.

He didn't say anything, because there were no words of comfort no one could use to soothe the pain away, because it wouldn't be enough no matter how much he wanted to and at the end of the day, words can only help so much. His arms moved, slipping underneath you before pulling you towards him while he ignored the huff you let out in protest.

He wanted to help, so let him.

He caged you within himself, laying you on top of him and tucking your face in his neck, letting his hands wander across your back and drawing goosebumps out of you.

There wasn't much he could do for you, some things simply existed for you to solve, but that didn't meant he wouldn't make you feel comfortable in your own home when you could be away from whatever was troubling you.

His love for you didn't meant being a savior — it didn't meant solving things for you —, it meant being there through it and holding the weight for you when you couldn't take it anymore, letting you have a break so you could hold yourself up again, but still holding your hand through it all.

And maybe that's what finally put you to sleep, the knowledge that there was someone taking the same steps as you and never pressuring for more than what you could say at the moment.

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Rockstar Rin does things to me... :(

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the funny part about this is that I actually don't remember writing this but I just found it in my drafts and I was like ?????

how drunk does one need to be to write 5k+ words worth for a shitty idea you had in the spur of the moment while drinking Smirnoff of all things...???

guys... guys what if...

WHAT THEN, HUH? *rocking back and forth in the corner like the little shit I am*

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guys... guys what if...

WHAT THEN, HUH? *rocking back and forth in the corner like the little shit I am*

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❛ BLUE LOCK ❜

— Karasu Tabito

❛ MIRROR ❜

❛ JUST A GLANCE ❜

— Michael Kaiser

— Shidou Ryusei

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TOP TEN FAILS IN THE OMEGA VERSE CAUGHT IN 4K

❛ MASTERLIST ❜

My hero academia

Jujutsu Kaisen

One piece

Star Wars

Harry Potter

Blue Lock

Oshi no ko

Haikyuu

Bridgerton

Demon Slayer

Celebrities

The hunger games

All of us are dead

Cyberpunk

Hell's paradise

Chainsawman

Pedro Pascal — yes, he gets one of his own.

Marvel

DC

Random

Andy's note: guys, I told you I was multifandom... 💔

Like, genuinely, I've been into so many things and the worst part is that they're not something temporary but permanent and then I'm left with too much merch of everything and absolutely no space left in my room. My only consolation is when I move out because at least I'll have a bit more space to put my stuff in — speaking as if some of my Funko Pop figures are not publicly displayed in the living room —.

Bless my mom and her patience because how in the world did she let me do such thing.

Also, looking for everything to put in the masterlist and having to browse through all the shit I compulsively post is diabolical.

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❛ ANDY'S NOT REAL ❜

Yes guys, just as the title says... I'm not real, I'm actually just a government experiment that just escaped...

LET ME BE FUNNY, ALRIGHT? I THINK I AM, SO LAUGH — spare my feelings, I'm sensitive —.

Well, so, supposedly, this is my official introduction, but I suck at them, always have and I figure that it's not something that's going to change regardless of how much time passes or how many words I learn to communicate myself with.

I'm going to make it short then — proceeds to yap for the next four hours —.

I'm Andy, I'm nineteen and as a warning, English is not my first language. My first language is Spanish and while I personally don't think my English is bad — the keyword here is personally, alright? —, I'm also open for corrections, I sometimes need someone to smash my head with a bat in order for me to properly understand things, so get those big boys out.

This Blog is heavily multifandom and not necessarily restricted to 2D but real life too. You'll spot from Pedro Pascal one-shots to true form Sukuna stuff... *war noises*.

REGARDLESS, I don't mind minors in my blog as long as they're respectful and responsible for what they interact with.

Let's be honest with ourselves, even if I asked you to not interact with certain content, we know damm well you're going to do so regardless and I can't cross the screen to slap the phone out of your hands. Realistically, there's absolutely nothing I can do to keep you away from my content if you put in your bio that you're 20+ years, let's be real for a moment. I don't read minds, yet, for me to know which one of you is actually 20+ and who isn't.

So please read on your own responsibility, if you think there's something, ANYTHING, that you can't stomach, then please don't. I'm saying this out of genuine concern, to avoid certain things to trigger people, because I know it can happen. Please take care of yourselves.

See? I told you it would end in yapping, that's just how it always ends up happening.

But anyway. I hope you enjoy this blog as much as I do.

I've been writing practically all my life and while a big part of it has been for myself, I don't see the harm in sharing it with the internet. Sharing is caring after all, right? Though it still will be mostly for myself and as a way for me to put my feelings into words.

With love,

Andy ૮₍˶• ˔ ก₎ა

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Me posting this is like my awakening, I'm excited but at the same time I hate it because I just changed the aesthetic of the account and now it doesn't match

ANDY'S INTRODUCTION

Andy. Nineteen. She/Her. Mexican. Inherently flawed. Red lover. Light sleeper. Absolutely delusional. Multifandom. Arts enthusiast. Sanrio worshiper.

Introduction. Masterlist. Carrd.

Andy's note: Can I get a hurray for the way I finally finished this thing when I was supposed to finish and publish it like a year ago? No? M'kay, I'll go back to my corner ( ˊᯅˋ )

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ANDY'S INTRODUCTION

Andy. Nineteen. She/Her. Mexican. Inherently flawed. Red lover. Light sleeper. Absolutely delusional. Multifandom. Arts enthusiast. Sanrio worshiper.

Introduction. Masterlist. Carrd.

Andy's note: Can I get a hurray for the way I finally finished this thing when I was supposed to finish and publish it like a year ago? No? M'kay, I'll go back to my corner ( ˊᯅˋ )

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MIRROR

Content: we are mirrors of our souls. gender neutral reader x karasu tabito

Warnings: fluff, just that because I can't stand angst as of late and I was feeling spontaneous enough to come up with something :!

Humanity is a mirror.

We exist in the reflection of the mirror. We see what we are and the glass reflects even the deepest secrets the soul holds.

We are what we reflect to the world and the mirror.

Karasu Tabito saw himself in the mirror many times, saw in himself what he tried to hide from the world — the incompetence mediocrity sowed in his very being and the way it grew roots until snatching the feeling away from his chest was impossible.

We can lie to the whole world, but not to ourselves. And in his opinion, he couldn't lie to you either.

Silence spoke more than words and more often than not, he'd feel the gentle graze of your fingertips against him over the fabric of his clothes, warm and soft like a balm healing the dark pit inhabiting in his chest. You got rid of the knots in his shoulder blades during nights when his mind wandered and got lost in the valley of his own insecurities, honey dripping from your tongue.

And he'd always leaned towards you for more.

He reflected himself in his acts, because his own mind was the master mind behind them. He couldn't hide how much he hurt or how much he loved or how much he felt. Humans were made to feel and your presence had just multiplied everything he had already felt before.

You were his mirror, because he'd see himself in you.

In the way you were always comfortable and safe around him because he made you feel that way, the way you'd scoot closer during movie dates because, the way you weren't afraid of speaking your mind when it came to him, when you weren't afraid of arguing with him because you knew your words weren't falling on deaf ears.

Because his love reflected in you so deeply it extended to him.

His soul loved you, his mind thought of you, and his body rested against yours even in warm days when the heat was too much to cuddle.

There wasn't a part of him that wasn't reflected on you. And he discovered he liked it.

He liked leaving in a mark in the people who also left a mark in him. Something that would last and persist even after years and decades because of the impact he left.

He knew it now, the people around us and how they behave are the reflect of their own love.

And he wanted to leave it that way.