dostoevskya

[dostoevskya]

アルミン — STUCK IN THE MIDDLE.

꩜ [ attack on titan ] armin arlert x reader (ft. eren and mikasa)

wc: 800+

-> third person pov; crack and fluff; established relationship; heavy eremika themes; breakups and getting back together; being supportive for your newly-separated friends 👍

now playing… i don’t love you by my chemical romance

“WHEN YOU GO, AND WOULD YOU SAY, ‘I DON’T LOVE YOU LIKE I DID YESTERDAAAAY’?”

armin cringed at the cacophony that was eren’s heartbroken voice. he watched on pitifully as his best friend hunched over a cheeseburger and inharmoniously cried out to a my chemical romance song.

it was a bit past 11pm, and they were parked outside the downtown wendy’s. the parking lot was deserted save for armin’s blue mini cooper, but the fast food chain’s neon “open 24/7” sign still flickered underneath the february stars. the highway was silent, aside from the occasional speeding SUVs.

between the chorus and the next verse, eren’s voice cracked, and he choked on a french fry. armin punched his back and successfully dislodged the offensive potato wedge from eren’s throat.

eren sniffed, giving up on attempting to (unsuccessfully and painfully) duet gerard way. his red-rimmed eyes flickered to armin, tears threatening to spill over his waterline again. “why couldn’t she just admit it?” his voice shook, thick with snot and emotion. “why-“ he didn’t finish his sentence, and instead turned to the window and held his fist up to his trembling lips.

it was the second time this year, and it was barely even march yet. armin sighed, deeming it best not to reply. as he reached out to turn up the heater, his smartwatch buzzed. a notification came in from his girlfriend.

[ 1 new message! ]

from: (username)

hi hon. you doing ok?

“i’m gonna step outside for a while, eren, i’ll give you some... space,” armin murmured awkwardly, hurriedly stepping out of the stuffy car before eren could reply.

the crisp air of the dying winter sent a small chill through his body, and he pulled his jacket tighter around him. he took out his phone and pressed call.

“(name)?” he said weakly into the phone.

“yeah, hi,” she replied. the sound of something being moved around echoed from the other line, but armin sighed in relief upon hearing her voice, sagging against the mini’s door. “how’s it going?”

“terribly.” his blue eyes darted to eren, who had reclined the passenger seat and had taken to staring up into the car’s ceiling in a dissociative state. “eren has been belting MCR songs for the past hour and choked on his food more times than i can count. he’s, uh... dissociating right now, i’m pretty sure.”

(name) snorted at that, then he felt the phone vibrate against his ear. he quickly accepted the FaceTime invite and was greeted by her exhausted face.

“tell me about it,” she remarked exasperatedly. armin could hear familiar music playing faintly in the background and it got louder as (name) continued to walk to the living room.

“is that mitski?” he asked incredulously, carefully walking away from the car so eren wouldn’t see that he was on video call.

she said nothing, instead sending him a deadpan look before flipping the camera.

lo and behold, there lay mikasa ackerman, draped unceremoniously over the armrest of the couch. the lower half of her body was spread limply across the seats, but her abdomen and head hung suspended over the leather Lawson arm. ‘i bet on losing dogs’ played on repeat for the umpteenth time.

“oh.”

“yep,” (name) flipped the camera again and offered a perplexed smile. “she’s been like that all night. i’m not sure if she’s still breathing.”

“that’s dark,” armin chuckled nervously.

“no, seriously,” she retreated back into the hallway, then slid down against the wall to sit on the carpeted floor. “the position she’s in really gets the blood rushing to your head and makes it super hard to respirate because of the angle your stomach is held at.”

armin blinked. “i don’t think i even want to know why you know that.”

“eh, i’ve been through some stuff,” she shrugged. “anyways. do you think you’ll be home tonight?”

he glanced at the car. “sorry, hon, i don’t think so,” armin replied apologetically. “eren shouldn’t be left alone right now. the jaegers are out of town for the weekend and zeke’s been working the night shifts at the hospital. if i don’t go with him, he’ll be home alone.”

(name) winced. “ooh, yeah, that’s tough.” she ran a hand over her face and exhaled wearily. “well, doesn’t look like mikasa’s moving anytime soon either, so...”

armin smiled ruefully, sighing in half-amusement. “yeah, no, i get it.”

“yeah...” she echoed, chewing on her lip. “so... i’ll see you tomorrow?”

“hopefully. i have a feeling they’ll be back together by then.”

(name) scoffed, though a corner of her lips turned up. “when do they not?”

armin laughed. “good luck, honey. i love you.”

“same to you, arlert. stay strong. sending thoughts and prayers,” she joked, then smiled at him softly. “i love you too.”

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and, well, true enough, eren and mikasa made up two days later. just like they always did.

꩜ a/n: wow i finally wrote a fic for the actual loml !! (・□・；) about time, it only took me nearly half a decade LMAOO. here’s my first work of the year! yay!

i thought of this silly idea while talking to my best friend. thank you, moses <3

꩜ taglist: @snowthatareblack , @circeee

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[dostoevskya]

夏油傑 — MOON RIVER AND ME.

꩜ [ jujutsu kaisen ] suguru geto x reader (ft. nanako + mimiko)

wc: 900+

-> third person pov; fluff; suguru and reader are married + adoptive young parents; girl dad!suguru world domination; canon-compliant; set around the same time as the star religious group’s assassination; sound of music reference bc i’m cool like that

now playing… moon river by audrey hepburn.

if suguru was asked two augusts ago what he felt was the closest thing to eternity he had experienced, he’d have said that those blue summer days had always been his favourite. but recently, he found himself preferring cozy autumn nights like these.

“mommy, sing us a song,” nanako’s plea could be heard from across the hallway. he could just imagine her golden browns rounded into puppy dog eyes and mimiko furiously nodding in agreement. a grin tugged at his lips as he stepped out of the bathroom, finger-combing his slightly damp hair.

he heard (name)’s tinkling laugh. “okay. what song, my loves?” her voice was a tad quieter than mimiko’s responding chant of, “moon river! moon river!”

their voices grew louder as he neared the girls’ room. “are you sure?”

“yes! yes!” nanako insisted. “that’s your lullaby. daddy’s is the captain’s song.”

another soft chuckle. “okay.”

suguru stopped abruptly at the door, taking in the scene before him. his lips spread into a small smile as he crossed his arms and leaned onto the doorframe, admiring the three people he loved most in this world.

(name) was seated on the twins’ shared bed, lovingly smiling down at their adopted daughters. nanako’s sunrise locks and mimiko’s midnight tresses glowed in the soft golden light as they awaited their promised lullaby, twin pairs of hazel eyes shining like stars.

gaze soft, (name) began to sing.

moon river, wider than a mile,

i’m crossin’ you in style some day

like caramel syrup in the crepes his girls dearly loved, suguru felt his heart melt just as sweetly. he fondly gazed at his wife, chest swelling with adoration as he listened to her song.

old dream maker, you heartbreaker

wherever you're goin', i’m goin' your way

as mimiko’s eyes slowly began to droop and nanako let out a little yawn, suguru quietly padded over to them. (name) felt the bed dip, and she turned to look at him with nothing but love in her gaze. suguru closed his eyes and leaned forward to rest his head against (name)’s shoulder, pulling her body flush against his.

two drifters, off to see the world

there's such a lot of world to see

(name) let her left hand find home in his hair. her skilled fingers gently raked through suguru’s crowning glory, drawing comfort and love with each sweet touch.

we're after the same rainbow's end

waitin' 'round the bend

my huckleberry friend, moon river and me…

“mama, what’s a drifter?” mimiko asked a few moments later, rubbing her eyes.

“let’s just say it’s someone who moves from place to place. kind of like a traveller,” (name) explained patiently, caressing her cheek.

“so, kinda like… you and daddy?”

(name) stiffened slightly, unsure how to respond.

“not anymore, baby. we’re safe,” suguru promised, speaking up in her stead. he ran his thumb over mimiko’s arm, then nanako’s. “this is our home now.”

“okay…”

“can mommy sing us a different song now?” nanako piped up again.

“tomorrow again, honey. it’s bedtime now,” (name) chided, smoothing down their blanket.

mimiko’s bottom lip jutted out in a pout. “aww, one more song, mama? please?”

(name) turned to grin cheekily at suguru. “how about we sleep now, then daddy will sing for you instead tomorrow night?”

the sleep in their eyes nearly vanished at once.

“oh yes! the captain’s song!” nanako exclaimed.

“captain song!” mimiko echoed.

suguru laughs heartily. “alright, alright. i’ll sing for you tomorrow.”

“yay!”

suguru hushed them. “shh, it’s sleepy time now.” he put a finger up to his lips. “quiet, okay?”

nanako slapped a hand over her mouth and mimiko immediately mimicked her action. they both nodded obediently.

“very good,” suguru smiled, pressing a kiss to both foreheads. “scooch in, now.”

they shifted around in the double sized bed so he could rest his body against the frame. suguru’s girls cozy up to him and he holds them close — (name) places her head on his chest, nanako cuddles up to his side, and mimiko made herself comfortable on (name)’s lap.

“goodnight, daddy. goodnight, mama,” mimiko mumbled sleepily.

“night night, mommy an’ daddy,” nanako hiccupped, her nose scrunching up. “we love you.”

“mhm… we lo- luh- love…” mimiko never finished her sentence and collapsed into a fit of soft snores.

he smiles, and he gently rubs their arms as they lay on him and (name). as he glances down at his wife and their girls, a warm sense of love overtakes him like a wave tossed in a summer riptide; he has never been happier to drown.

“goodnight, girls.”

suguru ran his fingers through (name)’s hair, in return for when she untangled the knots in his hair earlier. he spoke in a low, soft baritone as he whispered, “i love you, sweetheart. i love you and our girls,” he paused, voice slightly wavering with emotion. “so much more than you’ll ever know.”

she leaned in and kissed him softly, savouring the faint taste of cinnamon on his lips. “i love you, too. thank you for bringing them into our lives, and thank you for being in mine.”

“i’d give up the whole world for you.” he gently placed his forehead against hers, feeling content and warm despite the chilly october night outside their window. “goodnight, my love.”

“goodnight, suguru.”

admittedly, sometimes he still misses their summer of blue, and he knows that (name) does, too. but it’s nights like these when he feels that the seasons fading into autumn, with its amber moons and fallen leaves, his newfound daughters and his dearest love, might not be so bad after all.

꩜ a/n: the ‘captain’s song’ that the girls kept referring to is actually meant to be christopher plummer’s edelweiss from the sound of music! one of my fav songs and one of my fav films respectively.

for a bit of backstory: (name) is also a jujutsu sorcerer and was suguru’s classmate + highschool sweetheart. she joined him after he betrayed jujutsu tech, and they got married shortly after the twins were rescued. they moved from home to home for a while, that’s why mimiko asked if they were drifters.

hope this makes it more interesting! (๑>◡<๑)

(omg it’s literally 2:30 in the morning i’ve been writing for five hours jdjsjdj i’m gonna sleep now)

꩜ taglist: @snowthatareblack, @circeee, @risakawamori, @dmeronfiles (hello my nerd wifey aaa !!)

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[dostoevskya]

ФМД— BEAUTIFUL STRANGER, SITTING RIGHT THERE.

꩜ [ bungou stray dogs ] fyodor dostoyevsky x reader

wc: 300+

-> first person pov; fluff; sprinkle of angst (only if you squint); admiring from afar; open ending; subway crushie!fyodor; very slightly ooc

now playing... beautiful stranger by laufey.

it wasn't the first time i'd seen him on the train.

there he was again, seated by the doors and across from me, just like he always did.

the sharp, familiar scent of black tea wafted from the paper cup resting snugly against his tall, slim stature. sleek hair the colour of a starless night draped over his ears and barely touched his shoulders as he bent over a well-loved, slightly battered copy of Crime and Punishment.

i noted how he wore his favourite outfit. well, i assumed it was his favourite, because it was the attire i almost always saw him wearing. it consisted of a neatly ironed, stark white polo tucked beneath a woven violet-purple vest and smart dark slacks. he must have felt my gaze on him, because his Oxfords stopped tapping rhythmically against the train floor.

my beautiful stranger lifted his gaze from the pages of my favourite book and set his eyes -- eyes so obsidian, you'd mistake them for shadowed amethysts -- upon me. my knees felt weak and my cheeks burned, but he was kind; enigmatic eyes twinkling with something i couldn't quite put my finger on. his lips lifted ever so slightly in a gentle smile that held a bewitching charm of its own.

the train came to an unhurried halt and i recognised it as his stop. a pleasant, yet nasal, automated female voice rang out throughout the train.

"the next station is yokohama. the doors on the right side will open."

the doors slid open behind him. he threw his leather brown satchel over his shoulder, novel and tea in hand. i watched his figure manoeuvre his way through the station before ultimately vanishing into the crowd. i felt my heart break a little.

the soft doo-wop in my headphones offered some solace as i found myself relating to the lyrics, already missing my muse in the morning commute. he'd only have to remain a stranger until i saw him again.

꩜ a/n: fun fact, i wrote this for my english homework. i love love love descriptive paragraphs. also, in a way, you can also read this as a first-year geto x reader if you're a fan of purple eyed!suguru (personally, i prefer his brown eyes, but to each is their own!), though i initially wrote this with my darling dearest fedya in mind <3

꩜ taglist: @snowthatareblack, @circeee, @risakawamori (yall didnt ask for this but im tagging u anyw bc i love u)

(lmk if you want to be added!

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[dostoevskya]

月島蛍 — WHO ARE WE TO FIGHT THE ALCHEMY?

꩜ [ haikyuu !! ] tsukishima kei x fem!reader

wc: 800+

–> first kiss; secret/private, but established relationship; soft bf!tsukki agenda grr

now playing… so high school by taylor swift.

“don’t i get a kiss for good luck?” he had teased before the game, referring to how she had firmly (but discreetly) pressed her lips to his cheek before his previous match the day before. “it’s kind of a tradition, isn’t it?”

her cheeks had burst into flames. “we’ll see, moonboy,” she replied. “just who do you think you are — percy jackson?”

the corners of kei’s lips spread into a small smile and his eyes gazed softly down at her. “only if you’re my annabeth chase. see you, shortcake.” he tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear, then promptly jogged off to line up with his team.

out of the corner of her eye, (name) could see a smug kiyoko subtly side-eyeing her.

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the stadium was erupting in roars. after a long, painful five sets with shiratorizawa, coupled with kei’s injury in the middle of the game, karasuno had finally grasped victory.

the boys were piled on the floor in a tight, sweaty embrace. almost all of them were in tears. the seniors clawed on each others’ jerseys, crying out in relief and disbelief. kiyoko had her hands clasped over her mouth, a steady stream of tears flowing from her eyes. coach ukai and mr takeda (who was sobbing harder than sugawara, daichi, and asahi combined) cheered for joy. hinata was shining with sheer happiness, and even a hint of a smile could be seen on kageyama’s face. yamaguchi had been squashed underneath a pile consisting of tanaka, ennoshita, kinoshita, and narita.

all the way up in the stands, (name) found herself being bounced up and down in saeko’s death-gripped embrace, along with half-conscious yachi. ukai’s friends and kei’s brother, akiteru, had nearly thrown themselves over the railing, cheering and sobbing for all their worth. all of karasuno shrieked themselves hoarse in celebration.

tsukki, who had been tackled by nishinoya, wrestled himself away from the latter’s limbs. kei staggered to his feet and run a hand through his hair. he scanned the crowd to find his favourite person and grinned when his golden eyes fell on hers.

there’s my girl.

kei raised his hand toward the karasuno cheer box and pointed a long, skinny finger at (name), smirking boyishly. he turned his hand over and bent his finger twice, beckoning her to him.

she burst into an excited flurry of laughter, tearing herself away from saeko’s iron grip and bolted down the stairs. kei’s favourite jacket fluttered behind her as she made her way to center court.

there he was, in all his six-foot-two glory, looking back at her with so much adoration it hurt.

he came running over to her, and they met just after she passed the white line. (name) leapt into his hold and wrapped her arms around his neck, half-crying, half-laughing all the while. his big hands had a strong, steady grip on the bottom of her thighs and he smiled such a beautiful, genuine smile as he spun her around.

“oh, my god,” kiyoko whispered from the bench, hiding her giggles behind the clipboard. the rest of the team was too busy celebrating, but hinata noticed the two lovers and let out a strangled noise of surprise. up in the stands, akiteru and saeko whistled and hooted.

“there she is,” kei whispered breathlessly. “there’s my trophy.”

and with that, despite knowing there were over a thousand people in that arena, even though multiple TV cameras were trained on them, and though his team and entire school was watching, the rest of the world melted away for tsukishima kei and he kissed the girl, his girl, whom he would trade the stars and moon for.

karasuno’s cheers grew thunderously louder.

(name) smiled against his lips. “wasn’t i supposed to be the one who kisses you first?”

“yes, but this is our first kiss. both yours and mine,” he muttered in between kisses. “i’m the gentleman here.”

“if you say so,” she chuckled, rolling her eyes.

this time, she initiated the kiss, and tsukki let her tilt his head to the side to deepen it.

“you gonna greet me after every match like this, princess?” he asked when they pulled apart for breath, his eyes lidded.

“i don’t see why not.” she smirked.

their perfect moment was interrupted by a shriek.

“TSUKISHIMA!! DID YOU JUST KISS (NAME)!?” an astounded hinata hollered from across the court. he might as well have broadcasted it to the entire world, although, technically, japan had already seen their sweet moment on TV. little did tsukishima know, his mom was jumping up and down at home for joy.

“HE DID WHAT?” tanaka and nishinoya squawked indignantly. yamaguchi cackled. kageyama stared. sugawara whooped. soon enough, the whole team was ogling at them. even tendou from shiratorizawa seemingly forgot about their loss as he peeked through the net to see what the whole ordeal was about.

“ooh, spicy.”

…yeaaah. there was a lot of explaining to do.

꩜ a/n: woo! my first ever fanfic 😵‍💫 had this in my notes app since july but finally got the guts to post it lol. hope you guys enjoyed!

꩜ taglist: @snowthatareblack (my wifey and fellow tsukki girlie <3)

(lmk if you want to be added!!)

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[dostoevskya]

🎐 — CRESCENT HALF-MOONS 。

suguru’s sweetheart. fyodor’s milaya. kyojuro’s flame. toge’s juliet. armin’s lover. hermes’ darling.

「こんにちは！　私の名前は那月です．」

hi! my name is natsuki. i go by many a moniker, but for now, i am named after a summer moon.

i’m a poet, a reader, and a lover of fiction and music. i don’t usually write fanfiction, but this blog is for when inspiration strikes :) i have a myriad of interests so feel free to drop by and chat! i’ll try taking requests if i can.

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. minor. enfp 2w3. cancer. filo. christian.

. eng/fil/n5 jap.

. basic dni criteria. please be respectful.

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masterlist ! (separate post coming soon)

[ who are we to fight the alchemy? ] kei tsukishima x reader

[ beautiful stranger, sitting right there ] fyodor dostoyevsky x reader

[ moon river and me ] suguru geto x reader

[ stuck in the middle ] armin arlert x reader

tags ! (separate post coming soon)

mains , #🗝️. — love letters — fluff works

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꩜ – bungou stray dogs, attack on titan, sonic the hedgehog, my hero academia, jujutsu kaisen, demon slayer, haikyuu, trigun stampede, death note, voltron legendary defender, sailor moon, studio ghibli, spider-man, percy jackson, harry potter, asoue, gilmore girls, epic the musical, taylor swift, and more !

꩜ – dostoyevskya on wattpad. vera on spotify.

꩜ – main + dump acc: (@femgenius 🤓)

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