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Sub!Tsukishima is surprisingly good at the whole ~begging~ thing. And I think we should all talk about that more.

[closetedotaku01]

Holy shit y’all thank you for having this hit 2,000 notes. I’ve been AFK for a minute. School has been beating my ass (fuck biochemistry). I appreciate this so much though 💜

How They Keep You in Bed

Tsukishima Kei stays buried under the covers, face pressed into his pillow. When he feels you sit up, he peeks one eye open, and guides his hand to yours, locking your pinky to his. His eye rises to yours, a silent plea for five more minutes. 

Kita Shinsuke feels around the bed for a moment before sitting up behind you. He wraps his arms around your shoulders and kisses your cheek. He asks about your plans for the day, listening close as he enjoys the feeling of you in his arms. 

Bokuto Kōtaro sits up after you and immediately pulls you back down, before lying on top of you. If you must leave him, he’ll pepper your face with kisses, cramming a morning of affection into a minute. 

Tanaka Ryūnosuke doesn’t wake until you’re in the shower, and his half-asleep instinct is to hop in after you. He enjoys your laughter as he steps in. As you reach for the shampoo his hands are around your waist, his body pressed to yours, and his head rests on your shoulder. He’s still halfway gone, you and the warm water only relaxing him farther. 

Miya Atsumu smiles when he sees you sitting on the bed, still trying to figure out how the day is supposed to begin. He stays lying down, but scoots over until he can hook an arm around your waist and pull you back down to him, anchoring you close until he’s spooned around you. His raspy voice asks you where you think you’re going.

Ojiro Aran is up before you, smiling at you and playing with your hair. Before you can think of starting your day he offers you breakfast in bed. And once you agree he pulls you closer and kisses the tip of your nose before burying his face in your neck. He’ll start soon. He needs another moment with you.

[closetedotaku01]

The queen’s made a return. Everyone please take your seats accordingly. This one hurts

separating

atsumu miya x fem!reader

featuring: childhood friends to starcrossed lovers, college!au, reader wants to be a hometown teacher, atsumu wants to go pro, history major!atsumu, sports injury, angst, break ups, canon divergent, you and atsumu are lovesick fools, arguments, comfort, i dont know how injuries or college or sports work i’m a theatre kid turned college dropout, i made it up, i made all of it up, 

im back baby 

word count: 6854

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You were six and Atsumu was seven. The sky was clear, the air had a crisp chill, and the ground underneath you was uncomfortable, but you could lay on that blanket in the grass next to him forever. 

His arm came into your view, pointing up at the sky. 

“Bet you can’t guess what constellation I’m pointing at.” 

You closed one eye, giggling as you looked up his arm toward the end of his finger to find the stars right behind it. 

“The Big Dipper?” 

“Orion’s Belt,” he said. “See it? The three stars in a row?”

“No!” You were laughing and he was scolding you like a parent. 

“It’s right there! It’s staring you right in the face, just look!” 

“I see it! The three stars in a row, I see it.” 

Keep reading

[closetedotaku01]

This post is doing so well 🥺 I lowkey expected this to flop. Thank you all so much for 200 notes 🥲

Summer Love with Tsukishima Kei

My second entry for the Honeymoon Avenue event hosted by @crybabycrisis Please go check out this cute lil event!

Notes/Warnings: None! Let me know if you need me to tag something

Word count: 922

Tsukishima Kei is private and distant and cold.

But if there’s one thing you love about your relationship with him, it’s getting him off his high horse. The moments where he lets his guard down, even if it’s just for a second, and you can see past the years to the center of the man you’ve come to love.

They’re few and far between. Practically nonexistent at the beginning of your relationship. But as time goes on, you get more. And you get addicted.

The first time you noticed was when he took you on an after-hours date to the museum he works at. He just meant for the two of you to walk through, lights dim, voices echoing through the otherwise empty building. He’d always loved the peace when he was working late nights. But you asked him to tell you about his favorite exhibits. And when he trailed off, embarrassed at how he rambled, you’d kept asking for more. And he couldn’t deny you. His heart opened, and he smiled brightly, answering every question. That date was the first time he kissed you like he meant it. He didn’t kiss you because it was the right move to make. He didn’t kiss you because it would sweep you off your feet. He kissed you because he wanted to. He kissed you because he was in love with you. He kissed you with the kind of love people can only give when they’ve opened themselves. It’s a vulnerable kind of love. It’s a hesitant love. And it was the world’s best kiss.

Since then, opening up this man has been your favorite thing. Peeling away at him, getting lost further and further as you bury yourself in him has been the best feeling. Being able to love him, the real him is the greatest privilege you’ve ever had.

Right now, you were proud to be walking with his arm around your shoulders. He held you close as you walked. It started clumsily, but now your steps were in time with one another, your boyfriend slowing down to match your pace, as you watched the night pass by.

You want to tease him for how happy he is. You’d spent almost every credit you had (and plenty of his) playing at a probably rigged booth to win him the stuffed stegosaurus he was holding in his spare hand. It was plush and about the length of his thigh. You want to tease him for being a child. For being so dopily in love with you. For not being able to hide his smile. For the tight grip, he has on his new toy.

But you can’t bring yourself to do it. Not when he’s so happy. Not when he’s so dopily in love with you. You can’t bring yourself to mock this perfect man who is so defenselessly in love with you. He’s not one for PDA, so him having his arm around you means too much for you to mock him right now. Your heart is full knowing he holds onto you with all the love and pride in his heart.

When you reach his car he pauses. You try the door, but he hasn’t unlocked the car yet. He walks around to your side, and silently cups your cheek. His eyes make you lean into the touch. He looks at you like he needs you, all intensity and passion and determination hidden behind several layers of cold insecurity. You’re the only one he lets see past it all.

“Did you have fun tonight?”

You hum a positive response, kissing his palm. He sighs at the affection before tilting your head up so you’re looking at him.

“What about you, Kei? Did you have fun tonight?”

Tsukishima smirks, “What do you think?” He slightly lifts the toy in his hand, bringing it into your periphery as neither of you take your eyes off each other. The longer he looks at you, the more his smirk turns into a genuine smile.

You giggle, “My boyfriend is the biggest dork.”

“And you love him for it.”

“Very true.”

His hand drops from your cheek to your back and he tugs you closer to him. Instinctively you rise to your toes as your hands wrap around the back of his neck playing with the overgrown locks there.

He kisses you. And it’s warm. You feel all the summer air around you but still feel goosebumps tingle your skin as his lips brush yours. He presses love and trust into your lips as he pulls you a little closer, needing you. When you pull away he presses his forehead to yours and keeps you tight in his arm.

“People will see,” you whisper, trying to mind his comfort.

You never push. You’ve drawn him out bit by bit and he feels nothing but pride being seen with you. He ignores your statement, “I love you.”

Heat blooms in your chest, starting right at your heart and spreading to every capillary in your body. He’s said it a million times to you, but you’ll never get sick of it. “I love you too, Kei.”

He kisses your forehead as he unlocks his car. He opens your door for you and says, “Wanna go for a drive? I’m not ready for tonight to be over.”

“Me neither. Let's go."

And with that, you get into his car, and he shuts the door for you.

Tsukishima Kei is private and distant and cold. Except when he’s with you.

[closetedotaku01]

Stop I’ll cry 🥲. THERE ARE ONLY LIKE 3 PEOPLE IN MY DMs ILL FIGURE OUT WHO YOU ARE AND GIVE YOU A BIG OL SMOOCH!!

I love writing tsukki. He is the love of my life and as such I can confirm he is very very sweet.

@closetedotaku01 because they’re so sweet in their dms. I think they’re impossible not to fall in love with.

Also they don’t make Tsukki mean which is all I needed in my life

i love when ppl write the more distant characters sweet >:( its what the world needs tbh sobsob

tell me your tumblr crush anonymously to brighten their day !!

[closetedotaku01]

Summer Love with Tsukishima Kei

My second entry for the Honeymoon Avenue event hosted by @crybabycrisis Please go check out this cute lil event!

Notes/Warnings: None! Let me know if you need me to tag something

Word count: 922

Tsukishima Kei is private and distant and cold.

But if there’s one thing you love about your relationship with him, it’s getting him off his high horse. The moments where he lets his guard down, even if it’s just for a second, and you can see past the years to the center of the man you’ve come to love.

They’re few and far between. Practically nonexistent at the beginning of your relationship. But as time goes on, you get more. And you get addicted.

The first time you noticed was when he took you on an after-hours date to the museum he works at. He just meant for the two of you to walk through, lights dim, voices echoing through the otherwise empty building. He’d always loved the peace when he was working late nights. But you asked him to tell you about his favorite exhibits. And when he trailed off, embarrassed at how he rambled, you’d kept asking for more. And he couldn’t deny you. His heart opened, and he smiled brightly, answering every question. That date was the first time he kissed you like he meant it. He didn’t kiss you because it was the right move to make. He didn’t kiss you because it would sweep you off your feet. He kissed you because he wanted to. He kissed you because he was in love with you. He kissed you with the kind of love people can only give when they’ve opened themselves. It’s a vulnerable kind of love. It’s a hesitant love. And it was the world’s best kiss.

Since then, opening up this man has been your favorite thing. Peeling away at him, getting lost further and further as you bury yourself in him has been the best feeling. Being able to love him, the real him is the greatest privilege you’ve ever had.

Right now, you were proud to be walking with his arm around your shoulders. He held you close as you walked. It started clumsily, but now your steps were in time with one another, your boyfriend slowing down to match your pace, as you watched the night pass by.

You want to tease him for how happy he is. You’d spent almost every credit you had (and plenty of his) playing at a probably rigged booth to win him the stuffed stegosaurus he was holding in his spare hand. It was plush and about the length of his thigh. You want to tease him for being a child. For being so dopily in love with you. For not being able to hide his smile. For the tight grip, he has on his new toy.

But you can’t bring yourself to do it. Not when he’s so happy. Not when he’s so dopily in love with you. You can’t bring yourself to mock this perfect man who is so defenselessly in love with you. He’s not one for PDA, so him having his arm around you means too much for you to mock him right now. Your heart is full knowing he holds onto you with all the love and pride in his heart.

When you reach his car he pauses. You try the door, but he hasn’t unlocked the car yet. He walks around to your side, and silently cups your cheek. His eyes make you lean into the touch. He looks at you like he needs you, all intensity and passion and determination hidden behind several layers of cold insecurity. You’re the only one he lets see past it all.

“Did you have fun tonight?”

You hum a positive response, kissing his palm. He sighs at the affection before tilting your head up so you’re looking at him.

“What about you, Kei? Did you have fun tonight?”

Tsukishima smirks, “What do you think?” He slightly lifts the toy in his hand, bringing it into your periphery as neither of you take your eyes off each other. The longer he looks at you, the more his smirk turns into a genuine smile.

You giggle, “My boyfriend is the biggest dork.”

“And you love him for it.”

“Very true.”

His hand drops from your cheek to your back and he tugs you closer to him. Instinctively you rise to your toes as your hands wrap around the back of his neck playing with the overgrown locks there.

He kisses you. And it’s warm. You feel all the summer air around you but still feel goosebumps tingle your skin as his lips brush yours. He presses love and trust into your lips as he pulls you a little closer, needing you. When you pull away he presses his forehead to yours and keeps you tight in his arm.

“People will see,” you whisper, trying to mind his comfort.

You never push. You’ve drawn him out bit by bit and he feels nothing but pride being seen with you. He ignores your statement, “I love you.”

Heat blooms in your chest, starting right at your heart and spreading to every capillary in your body. He’s said it a million times to you, but you’ll never get sick of it. “I love you too, Kei.”

He kisses your forehead as he unlocks his car. He opens your door for you and says, “Wanna go for a drive? I’m not ready for tonight to be over.”

“Me neither. Let's go."

And with that, you get into his car, and he shuts the door for you.

Tsukishima Kei is private and distant and cold. Except when he’s with you.

[closetedotaku01]

The Consequences of Dating Miya Atsumu

This is one of my lil submissions for @crybabycrisis' Honeymoon Avenue Event. I'm going to post the Tsukishima one right after this. Sorry sorry it's so late. I literally just wrote the date down in my planner wrong because I have a tiny, smooth brain.

Notes/Warnings: None <3! All fluff! Lmk if you want/need something tagged

Word Count: 812

There are consequences for your actions. Choosing to date Miya Atsumu, Star Setter for the MSBY Black Jackals has many consequences. 

Your favorite consequence is that you’re never alone. Atsumu is always by your side, whenever you call. His arms are around you at night, or he’s on FaceTime whining about how stupid it is that a losing team made him fly out, away from you, just for the privilege of being crushed like they knew they would be.  

You love FaceTime Atsumu. He’s soft and whiny and desperate to remind you that he would much rather be with you. He’s so appreciative that, although you both know he’d always choose you over his career, you’ve never made him make that choice. 

But you love Atsumu, even more, when he’s with you. The Star Setter for the Black Jackals dissolves, and you’re left with just.. Miya Atsumu. Chaotic and messy. He’s not a confident flirt, he’s a bashful idiot who flusters himself more often than he flusters you. He’s not the strongest man in the world. He’s weak to you and painfully gentle with you. His voice isn’t clear and cocky, his smirk isn’t there, he stutters and mumbles and pouts and his real smile… is infinitely better than the practiced one he has in interviews. He is just as proud. The same pride he has in his jersey is the pride he has when he wears the sweater you bought him so he could match with you. The same pride he has in his team is the pride he has when he gets to have you by his side. You are his team. His tribe. It’s you and him against the world and he never wants it any other way. 

The worst consequence of dating Miya Atsumu is that you’re never alone. When he proudly posts a picture of you on his Instagram, there are thousands of comments, and the ones that stick are never the kind, respectful ones. Having tough skin means only the sharpest words get through. When you’re out with him, there are always people taking pictures. Pictures that were often put on covers of ads for trashy websites with lame headlines boasting unfounded lies meant to boost their clicks. Fame was something you never craved. And while Atsumu looks damn good in the limelight, it frustrates and exhausts you that you have to share it with him. Atsumu always asks before posting about the two of you, but he loves it too much. You can’t say no. He’s aware of the toll it takes on you, so he always stops you from reading comments, and he doesn’t tag you in anything. But how can help himself, when he is the luckiest person alive? He has to show you off. It’s who he is. 

But right now, you don’t mind. You hear a few camera shutters behind you and you can’t stop smiling. You don’t mind because this time, the pictures are welcomed. You paid for these photos. Atsumu is swinging your held hands as the two of you walk along the sand, ocean spray misting your side, photographer close behind. 

“Alright, I think we have enough of those. Want to take a look?” 

Atsumu is a bit too excited and ends up tugging you over to the photographer. Most of them are just silhouettes, which is exactly what you wanted. Atsumu twirling you on the beach. Photos of the two of you walking together, footprints behind you being washed away by the tide, sunset in the back of every photo. 

“I love them,” you whisper to Atsumu. 

 “They’re perfect. We look pretty good don’t we?” He says, smiling down at you. 

“Do you want to pose so we can see the ring?” 

Atsumu pouts at the photographer, “But I don’t wanna let go of their hand.” 

Another consequence of being with this man is the endless embarrassment he brings. You slap his chest softly, “How should we pose?” 

The photographer has you face each other, shifting you a few times to make sure the sun is positioned behind you both in the photo. He guides Atsumu’s hands to your waist, yours around his neck, hands delicately resting on his shoulders so the ring is clear in the shot. 

Click. 

Atsumu smirks at you. 

Click. 

Your ringed hand slides through his hair.  

Click. 

And he dips down, and you get to kiss your fiance, while he holds you, one of your legs sliding up his as water tickles your bare feet. That’s the best consequence of dating Miya Atsumu. 

Click. Click. Click.

And now you have it saved forever. 

Atsumu posts that photo, as well as the one of him twirling you on his Instagram. And you don’t mind the limelight. Nothing can compare to showing off to everyone that you and Miya Atsumu are each other’s forevers. 

[closetedotaku01]

Summer Love with Tsukishima Kei

My second entry for the Honeymoon Avenue event hosted by @crybabycrisis Please go check out this cute lil event!

Notes/Warnings: None! Let me know if you need me to tag something

Word count: 922

Tsukishima Kei is private and distant and cold.

But if there’s one thing you love about your relationship with him, it’s getting him off his high horse. The moments where he lets his guard down, even if it’s just for a second, and you can see past the years to the center of the man you’ve come to love.

They’re few and far between. Practically nonexistent at the beginning of your relationship. But as time goes on, you get more. And you get addicted.

The first time you noticed was when he took you on an after-hours date to the museum he works at. He just meant for the two of you to walk through, lights dim, voices echoing through the otherwise empty building. He’d always loved the peace when he was working late nights. But you asked him to tell you about his favorite exhibits. And when he trailed off, embarrassed at how he rambled, you’d kept asking for more. And he couldn’t deny you. His heart opened, and he smiled brightly, answering every question. That date was the first time he kissed you like he meant it. He didn’t kiss you because it was the right move to make. He didn’t kiss you because it would sweep you off your feet. He kissed you because he wanted to. He kissed you because he was in love with you. He kissed you with the kind of love people can only give when they’ve opened themselves. It’s a vulnerable kind of love. It’s a hesitant love. And it was the world’s best kiss.

Since then, opening up this man has been your favorite thing. Peeling away at him, getting lost further and further as you bury yourself in him has been the best feeling. Being able to love him, the real him is the greatest privilege you’ve ever had.

Right now, you were proud to be walking with his arm around your shoulders. He held you close as you walked. It started clumsily, but now your steps were in time with one another, your boyfriend slowing down to match your pace, as you watched the night pass by.

You want to tease him for how happy he is. You’d spent almost every credit you had (and plenty of his) playing at a probably rigged booth to win him the stuffed stegosaurus he was holding in his spare hand. It was plush and about the length of his thigh. You want to tease him for being a child. For being so dopily in love with you. For not being able to hide his smile. For the tight grip, he has on his new toy.

But you can’t bring yourself to do it. Not when he’s so happy. Not when he’s so dopily in love with you. You can’t bring yourself to mock this perfect man who is so defenselessly in love with you. He’s not one for PDA, so him having his arm around you means too much for you to mock him right now. Your heart is full knowing he holds onto you with all the love and pride in his heart.

When you reach his car he pauses. You try the door, but he hasn’t unlocked the car yet. He walks around to your side, and silently cups your cheek. His eyes make you lean into the touch. He looks at you like he needs you, all intensity and passion and determination hidden behind several layers of cold insecurity. You’re the only one he lets see past it all.

“Did you have fun tonight?”

You hum a positive response, kissing his palm. He sighs at the affection before tilting your head up so you’re looking at him.

“What about you, Kei? Did you have fun tonight?”

Tsukishima smirks, “What do you think?” He slightly lifts the toy in his hand, bringing it into your periphery as neither of you take your eyes off each other. The longer he looks at you, the more his smirk turns into a genuine smile.

You giggle, “My boyfriend is the biggest dork.”

“And you love him for it.”

“Very true.”

His hand drops from your cheek to your back and he tugs you closer to him. Instinctively you rise to your toes as your hands wrap around the back of his neck playing with the overgrown locks there.

He kisses you. And it’s warm. You feel all the summer air around you but still feel goosebumps tingle your skin as his lips brush yours. He presses love and trust into your lips as he pulls you a little closer, needing you. When you pull away he presses his forehead to yours and keeps you tight in his arm.

“People will see,” you whisper, trying to mind his comfort.

You never push. You’ve drawn him out bit by bit and he feels nothing but pride being seen with you. He ignores your statement, “I love you.”

Heat blooms in your chest, starting right at your heart and spreading to every capillary in your body. He’s said it a million times to you, but you’ll never get sick of it. “I love you too, Kei.”

He kisses your forehead as he unlocks his car. He opens your door for you and says, “Wanna go for a drive? I’m not ready for tonight to be over.”

“Me neither. Let's go."

And with that, you get into his car, and he shuts the door for you.

Tsukishima Kei is private and distant and cold. Except when he’s with you.

[closetedotaku01]

The Consequences of Dating Miya Atsumu

This is one of my lil submissions for @crybabycrisis' Honeymoon Avenue Event. I'm going to post the Tsukishima one right after this. Sorry sorry it's so late. I literally just wrote the date down in my planner wrong because I have a tiny, smooth brain.

Notes/Warnings: None <3! All fluff! Lmk if you want/need something tagged

Word Count: 812

There are consequences for your actions. Choosing to date Miya Atsumu, Star Setter for the MSBY Black Jackals has many consequences. 

Your favorite consequence is that you’re never alone. Atsumu is always by your side, whenever you call. His arms are around you at night, or he’s on FaceTime whining about how stupid it is that a losing team made him fly out, away from you, just for the privilege of being crushed like they knew they would be.  

You love FaceTime Atsumu. He’s soft and whiny and desperate to remind you that he would much rather be with you. He’s so appreciative that, although you both know he’d always choose you over his career, you’ve never made him make that choice. 

But you love Atsumu, even more, when he’s with you. The Star Setter for the Black Jackals dissolves, and you’re left with just.. Miya Atsumu. Chaotic and messy. He’s not a confident flirt, he’s a bashful idiot who flusters himself more often than he flusters you. He’s not the strongest man in the world. He’s weak to you and painfully gentle with you. His voice isn’t clear and cocky, his smirk isn’t there, he stutters and mumbles and pouts and his real smile… is infinitely better than the practiced one he has in interviews. He is just as proud. The same pride he has in his jersey is the pride he has when he wears the sweater you bought him so he could match with you. The same pride he has in his team is the pride he has when he gets to have you by his side. You are his team. His tribe. It’s you and him against the world and he never wants it any other way. 

The worst consequence of dating Miya Atsumu is that you’re never alone. When he proudly posts a picture of you on his Instagram, there are thousands of comments, and the ones that stick are never the kind, respectful ones. Having tough skin means only the sharpest words get through. When you’re out with him, there are always people taking pictures. Pictures that were often put on covers of ads for trashy websites with lame headlines boasting unfounded lies meant to boost their clicks. Fame was something you never craved. And while Atsumu looks damn good in the limelight, it frustrates and exhausts you that you have to share it with him. Atsumu always asks before posting about the two of you, but he loves it too much. You can’t say no. He’s aware of the toll it takes on you, so he always stops you from reading comments, and he doesn’t tag you in anything. But how can help himself, when he is the luckiest person alive? He has to show you off. It’s who he is. 

But right now, you don’t mind. You hear a few camera shutters behind you and you can’t stop smiling. You don’t mind because this time, the pictures are welcomed. You paid for these photos. Atsumu is swinging your held hands as the two of you walk along the sand, ocean spray misting your side, photographer close behind. 

“Alright, I think we have enough of those. Want to take a look?” 

Atsumu is a bit too excited and ends up tugging you over to the photographer. Most of them are just silhouettes, which is exactly what you wanted. Atsumu twirling you on the beach. Photos of the two of you walking together, footprints behind you being washed away by the tide, sunset in the back of every photo. 

“I love them,” you whisper to Atsumu. 

 “They’re perfect. We look pretty good don’t we?” He says, smiling down at you. 

“Do you want to pose so we can see the ring?” 

Atsumu pouts at the photographer, “But I don’t wanna let go of their hand.” 

Another consequence of being with this man is the endless embarrassment he brings. You slap his chest softly, “How should we pose?” 

The photographer has you face each other, shifting you a few times to make sure the sun is positioned behind you both in the photo. He guides Atsumu’s hands to your waist, yours around his neck, hands delicately resting on his shoulders so the ring is clear in the shot. 

Click. 

Atsumu smirks at you. 

Click. 

Your ringed hand slides through his hair.  

Click. 

And he dips down, and you get to kiss your fiance, while he holds you, one of your legs sliding up his as water tickles your bare feet. That’s the best consequence of dating Miya Atsumu. 

Click. Click. Click.

And now you have it saved forever. 

Atsumu posts that photo, as well as the one of him twirling you on his Instagram. And you don’t mind the limelight. Nothing can compare to showing off to everyone that you and Miya Atsumu are each other’s forevers. 

[closetedotaku01]

I have no self control when it comes to opportunities to write for the love of my life.

# MY BEGRUDGING BELOVED !!

my begrudging beloved is a collab that centers around that person you just can’t stand. whether that be an enemy you’ve held a grudge against your whole life, or that one person who just seems to always get under your skin, that’s up to you. as long as it’s about enemies who fall in love or accidentally kissing your rival in the heat of the moment, it’s on the table.

— GUIDLINES

this is a multi-fandom collab, so your character can be from any fandom (hq, tr, om, mha, jjk, genshin, etc!). and gender doesn’t matter; so guys, girls, anything in between. there is no word count you have to reach or any specific rules on what your entry has to contain (so long as it follows the collab’s theme). this being said—nsfw works are allowed, but they must be tagged properly (this goes for all entries, even sfw) and minors are not allowed to interact with nsfw works. thank you. and yes, character repeats are allowed!

— DEADLINES

like my other collabs, this collab doesn’t have a hard deadline you have to meet or worry about hitting. but, if you want to keep a deadline in mind (because i know some people prefer one) then i’d say by october 31st.

— ENTRIES

entering is simple! just send an ask to my inbox with the character and fandom you’ll be writing for and i’ll add you to the masterlist below! once you’ve finished your fic, tag me, and then i’ll link it to the masterlist and add a summary and warnings (if any) below it. if you want, you can also add the tag #my begrudging beloved collab to your work as well.

— MASTERLIST

@woahsamu — kagami taiga (knb)

GENSHIN IMPACT

@dearyanfei — diluc ragnvindr

HAIKYUU

@hyeque — oikawa tooru

@closetedotaku01 — tsukishima kei

MY HERO ACADEMIA

@sweetsailorsaturn — dabi

TOKYO REVENGERS

@lovelyxloli — baji keisuke

@hanmas — imaushi wakasa

@bxnten — sanzu haruchiyo

[closetedotaku01]

Do not forget this is not a cis women only issue.

This is an intersex issue.

This is a trans issue.

This is woman (in the broadest sense of the word) issue

This is a mother’s issue

This is a child’s issue

This is a privacy issue

This is an EVERYONE issue

my heart goes out to the trans men and non-binary people in america. you aren’t excluded from this fear and i’m sorry it’s something we are being forced to face.

[closetedotaku01]

The Center for Reproductive Rights posted about this press release from the United Nations (UN) in October of 2018

Reproductive rights INCLUDING THE RIGHT TO ABORTION are basic human rights that are part of the fundamental rights to life and health for women and girls (and all people with uteruses). As well as being part of a right to privacy. This is all ruled by the Untied Nations, and these rights are globally viewed as basic human rights.

In the United States they were also protected under The Right to Privacy guaranteed by the 14th Amendment. Or at least they WERE. For about 50 years. That’s been undone by the overturning of Roe v. Wade by the Supreme Court of the United States (SCOTUS) today.

This is traumatic for so many people as is, but it also sets a precedent to overturn other reproductive rights as well as other rights (right to gay/interracial marriage for example) protected by the 14th Amendment.

I am 100% pro choice. But even if you are pro life, this ruling should terrify you. You should be worried.

Your Right to Privacy is being threatened by the government.

If you are pro life, you’re not wanted on my blog. If you’re ok with this infringement of fundamental rights and the precedent it sets? You’re a moron. This will affect you. Have fun feigning ignorance until no one is there to help you when they come after you. I hope you step on a lego. Have a bad day.

Friendly reminder that this blog is pro-choice and if you don’t think everyone should have full control of their own body, then kindly unfollow me right now and go to hell

[closetedotaku01]

ONLY ONE SPOT LEFT 😭😭🥲 yall gonna regret missin out on this!!

SLOTS AVAILABLE: 1/5

hi guys!! as i detailed in my last post, my abusive mother convinced my dad to book me plane tickets to go stay with here for two months and the only way i can get him to cancel the ticket is to pay him back the $250 for the cost of it, so i’m opening up comms!!

pricing.

due to the time constraint for these commissions, i will only be doing up to 2000 words. i may open them up later in the future if i do more of these.

$10 - 500 words

$15 - 1000 words

$20 - 1500 words

$25 - 2000 words

PAYMENT: paypal, venmo, ko-fi

what i will write.

x reader fics with any hq, jjk, genshin, or kny character of your choosing. if you have different fandoms in mind or you’re not sure how i feel about a character, you are always free to dm me. i am not opposed to writing smut for this but please know that it’s not where my skills lie in comparison to other forms of writing, so consider that accordingly!!

what i won’t write.

character x character ships, dark content, fics that involve cheating, abuse, bodily fluids (scat, water sports, vomit) or death.

if you’re interested or have any questions, please dm me!! thank you so much for all of your help so far!

[closetedotaku01]

SLOTS AVAILABLE: 4/5

hi guys!! as i detailed in my last post, my abusive mother convinced my dad to book me plane tickets to go stay with here for two months and the only way i can get him to cancel the ticket is to pay him back the $250 for the cost of it, so i’m opening up comms!!

pricing.

due to the time constraint for these commissions, i will only be doing up to 2000 words. i may open them up later in the future if i do more of these.

$10 - 500 words

$15 - 1000 words

$20 - 1500 words

$25 - 2000 words

PAYMENT: paypal, venmo, ko-fi

what i will write.

x reader fics with any hq, jjk, genshin, or kny character of your choosing. if you have different fandoms in mind or you’re not sure how i feel about a character, you are always free to dm me. i am not opposed to writing smut for this but please know that it’s not where my skills lie in comparison to other forms of writing, so consider that accordingly!!

what i won’t write.

character x character ships, dark content, fics that involve cheating, abuse, bodily fluids (scat, water sports, vomit) or death.

if you’re interested or have any questions, please dm me!! thank you so much for all of your help so far!

[closetedotaku01]

PLS let’s make this a bonding moment (it’s tsukina hehe this is my main blog) <3 the audacity people have to steal works ??? like yours was amazing so i totally get the fixation but to steal it is so irritating 😩😩

dw new bestie,,, i plan on reading anything you’ve posted now so i might come by later to scream in your inbox again!!! (yes, yes, i am a tsukki fucker)

Ugh it’s so frustrating cos like… why?

But omg YES! Been waiting on finding my fellow Tsukki simps. I am still chipping away at my now overdue essay but I’m going to be reading allllll your stuff. You’re so talented 😭😭😭 what an honor to be plagiarized alongside you.

[closetedotaku01]

Let’s go!!!!

Great stuff folks. Go check it out!!

Would like to say thank you to the bitch who has been pissing me off for the last few hours for:

For reminding me of/recommending me these fics

Morning Person by @detetsu

Sour Patch Kids by @bbysamu

How They Keep You In Bed by @closetedotaku01

Haikyuu Boys After You Divorce by my love @tsukina

For helping me find new real writers to follow and just new people that I vibe with

And most of all for now being a deleted blog

[closetedotaku01]

This account is being a doll and reblogging the stolen posts. Check them for the OGs. This is their piece that got stolen and it’s SO GOOD!! Do I see another tsukki fucker 👀 instant follow

haikyuu boys after your divorce

HQ MASTERLIST

ATSUMU would definitely be the one to mask it. He wouldn’t accept help at first, and would continue every day normally. Osamu would often check in on him, but he seemed totally fine. That’s how everyone knew something was really wrong. It took him three weeks to finally crack after seeing you post a selfie online. He invited his team out to the bar after practice, a thing they do regularly, but his main objective was far too obvious after he had his fifth old fashion in a row. Osamu would have to come pick him up after getting a concerning call from one of his teammates saying he wouldn’t stop crying.

SAKUSA falls off. He doesn’t hide it one bit, despite others thinking he may be closed off. His performance gets sloppy because all he thinks about is the last words he said to you before you brought up the divorce. His apartment is clean, but not the squeaky clean it is used to. Everything he does has a lack of motivation behind it, preformed half-assed no matter what the task. Insults become harsher, and his teammates distance after realizing he didn’t want their help. All he wanted was you back, but it was too late.

BOKUTO lost all sparkle in his eyes after he scored a service ace. He hit it 10x harder than normal, but he didn’t have that moment of excitement afterwards. The crowds would cheer and his teammates would high five him, but he didn’t smile. He was frustrated. He was mad he didn’t hit harder, jump higher or move faster. What could you possibly do better than a service ace? Nothing. But he wanted to be better. He wanted you to show up one day, and see he was better than before. Better than when he thought he was at his best. He continues to hit the ball as hard as he can, wishing you would come back one last time.

USHIJIMA, much like Atsumu, would keep his composure. He would receive calls from Tendo multiple times a day to make sure he was okay, which he assured his best friend constantly that he was. Tendo knew Ushijima better than anyone, and by that, he knew he would never crack. He never did in any situation, all he would do was just come to a realization and act towards it. Tendo constantly waited for the day for Ushijima to suddenly realize the consequences of his actions, and when that day comes, Ushijima is rushing towards your door knowing the exact words he wanted to tell you.

KUROO wouldn’t even look at other women. He was disgusted. For all of his life, he never had an issue with women throwing themselves at him. He was tall, fit and handsome. Of course any woman would practically kneel in his presence, but he didn’t expect it to be this annoying. They didn’t have beautiful eyes like you, and didn’t walk the way you did with a bounce at the heel. They weren’t you, and it was repulsing.

a/n: this is my first fic (▰˘◡˘▰) i hope someone sees this and wants to become moots