seiwas

[seiwas]

thinking abt how iwaizumi doesn’t wear belts very often because his work uniform is usually joggers or garterised slacks. but on the rare occasion that he does (for a formal meeting, or a company event, or a press briefing), he’s using it to cuff your wrists as he fucks you from behind 🙂

[seiwas]

can i send, bokuto + knees + rivals ??

“over my dead body.”

kuroo visibly deflates, shoulders slouching as the tips of his hair droop slightly.

“not even for me?” he tries again.

“tetsu,” you fix him with a pointed look, then pause before saying, “no.”

“here i was, thinking we were friends—”

“we are,” you sling your bag over your shoulder as you move to stand, “but bokuto and i are not.”

you’re rivals, actually; a fact that kuroo seems to have forgotten—even though it’s been painfully obvious since you were kids.

“bo said he’s willing, though!”

“he always says that, then throws a tantrum like a baby when things don't go his way.”

the situation is this: kuroo seems to have made some stupid, twisted bet with kenma on who can get you and bokuto in the jail booth (or marriage booth, depending on how you look at it) during this weekend's festival. it's easy for kenma to agree—he can easily outpay anyone to catch you and bokuto, but kuroo only has a few bills to spare.

which is why he's here, practically begging on his knees for you to agree.

"what did you agree to give him in return anyway?" you pause in your step.

kuroo freezes before laughing nervously, "about that..."

you furrow your brows.

"you see..." kuroo starts, "remember your notebook when we were nine..."

and you think you know where this is going—when the three of you were nine, you had a small diary with a lock and key. contrary to your relationship with bokuto now, you actually used to start off as good friends—the best even. but it's because of that darned notebook that things began to turn south.

you'd purposely kept it away from bokuto with the sole reason of hiding your embarrassingly juvenile crush on him, but if there's anything anyone should know about the guy, it's that he holds grudges—ones that span years, just like the one he has for you now.

it doesn't help that you both seem to rival each other at just about anything, too.

so when kuroo starts to brings your diary back to memory, you know where this is going.

your mouth drops open, a look of disbelief on your face, "tetsu!"

"hey, i bargained!" he tries to appease you, "i said that you'd show him what's inside only if he listens to whatever you want him to do."

you consider it for a moment, brows furrowing in thought before you shake your head and scoff, half-serious, "he'll have to drop drown on his knees and beg if he wants it that bad,"

"okay, done," kuroo notes quickly, typing away on his phone.

"wait!" you stop kuroo from pressing send, contemplating on whether to agree. you suppose bokuto gets the shorter end of the stick if you're able to make him do anything you want him to when he's only asking for a peek at your nine-year-old ramblings.

"i can decide on the day itself, right?" you clarify with kuroo, and he nods.

you give yourself a few more seconds to let the thought simmer before eventually agreeing.

[seiwas]

hihi sel!! for your blurb game... hawks + nose + slow burn

thanks for sending this prompt bitti!! 💗

hawks + nose + slow burn

contains: non-canon au, commercial model!hawks, childhood best friends to lovers, pining, hawks gets drunk, reader dates a guy at some point, kinda cliche but i am a sucker for that

keigo's nose twitches when he lies.

it's a tell you've known well all your life.

when he was 5, he used to climb up a tree to practice how to "fly". it was really just him trying to parachute down using his bedsheets, but you watched every attempt―cheered him on whether it was a success or failure.

and when his mother's voice echoed down the park, you watched as he answered, "no," when she asked if he was trying to launch himself up to the sky.

you first noticed it then, the delayed reaction a few seconds after he had just covered up the truth: his nose twitched twice, a quick crinkling of his nose bridge. you didn't think much of it until it happened the second, third, and fourth time.

at first, you'd felt betrayed, being pulled by your ankles down into the swimming pool when he promised you he wouldn't. at 10 years old, you held these things like an oath―

"i promise! won't even go near you. see?" he swims away from the ledge you remain hesitant of approaching, hands raised up in surrender as he laughs.

―compelling; believable. trustworthy. water weighs down his otherwise bird's nest hair, taming it slack against his forehead. with his eyes forming into crescents when he smiles, he looks like the very image of a good kid down the block.

you get better at spotting it as you grow up together, and soon enough, you realize, it suits keigo to be a liar. he's charming above all, drips down sweet words like honey to anyone gullible enough to believe it. they're empty promises most of the time, but a lot of people fall for it, you notice. you included.

"i’m not interested anyway," he tells you at 18, right after graduation. one of the girls in your class was brave enough to confess to him and you’re curious how he feels about it, if anything.

being keigo's longest and arguably even best friend means that you know him better than anyone else. you were there when he was ugly, puberty catching up to him slowly. you’ve witnessed him just woken up, groggy from a full night of studying, because despite the nonchalance he often displays, he does care about his grades more than he lets on.

you know when he’s happy, when he talks about his dreams; the excitement he felt when he was scouted as a commercial model for a prestigious agency. you know his heart, beneath all his playfulness, how he keeps the people he values close to his chest and cares about them more than anything.

(you remember every single time keigo has lied on your behalf, nose twitch after nose twitch—that time you spilled grape juice all over your carpet and keigo told your mother that it was all his fault; when you forgot a book for one of your classes and keigo gave you his, taking the consequence of detention in your stead.)

you know keigo well because you love all the parts of him.

so when his nose twitches after he tells you he doesn't care much for relationships, your heart breaks just a little bit. you begin to wonder if keigo has a type, and if that girl fits right into it.

.

getting over keigo while still being his best friend is a herculean, if not impossible, task.

his career skyrockets and you go to university; your schedules are always in conflict but he still happens to be everywhere you look―ads on your instagram feed, wallpapers on your classmates' phones. there are shorts of his interviews constantly recommended on your youtube homepage and the feeling is both weird and comforting watching someone you know so well be so accessible yet difficult to meet.

you could reach out, sure, but you know he's busy enough as is. you don't think it's his priority to―

"come over soon," he texts you one thursday night.

your heart hammers against your chest, fingers numbing as you nearly drop your phone. it's embarrassing how quickly you type out, "when?"

but keigo is a fast texter, somehow always beating you to your replies first.

"this sat?" he double messages.

and you're about to reply "down" when he chats again, his words leaving an ache in your chest that you can't help but feel guilty for.

"haven't seen u in ages i think i'm starting to hallucinate hearing ur voice or smth."

.

spending more weekends together makes it harder for you to get over him, sitting on his couch as you both eat takeout; earlier today, you'd stumbled upon some stupid tiktok gossiping about all the dating scandals he's been embroiled in this past year.

you stuff chow mein down your throat, swallow it in big gulps as you glance at your best friend across you; he remains lax and unbothered as his legs cross in front of him, eyes on the the movie you're currently watching. it's a slow and painful process trying to get yourself to be just as uncaring about the entire thing, but with how often keigo lies, you find it hard to distinguish whether his "playboy" image is real or just for marketing.

curiosity gets the better of you when the question slips out, awkward and clearly fabricated.

"one of my friends is asking if i can introduce you."

you avoid eye contact in fear that he'll be able to tell you're making it up. no one from university knows you're keigo's best friend; he's kept you a secret just as much as you've kept him one.

"tell them sorry, too busy to date," he shoves a handful of popcorn straight into his mouth, chewing exaggeratedly to conceal the fact that his nose is twitching. his arm is slung over the back of the couch as you nestle yourself on the other end of it.

the topic is sensitive for the both of you; keigo always shoots down any opportunity to talk about his love life and you're always conscious of the fact that you might seem too eager to want to know what the real score is between him and the girl at the bar, at the photoshoot, at the gala, at the―

"am sure uni doesn't give you much time either, right?"

he changes the subject.

.

keigo is linked to a lot of people in the industry; it's a consequence of the job, as they say. rumors are neither confirmed nor denied and you're just as clueless as the public is despite the fact that you've known him your whole life and spend your weekends eating greasy takeout on his expensive couch.

you should move on, you tell yourself.

it doesn't mean anything that the throw blanket on his bed is the one you crocheted for him when he turned 21. the picture that sits on his entryway isn't anything more than a memento of youth with his best friend. sure, he makes time for you despite his busy schedule, but that's what all good friends do.

.

so, you start seeing someone. and when you tell keigo, things change.

it only makes sense that you hang out with him less, but he changes more than the circumstances do and you don't think that's fair at all.

he's started replying to you late, which has never happened before. and he's begun cancelling plans with you at the last minute, only for you to find leaked pictures of him at some bar with a bunch of people hanging by his arms.

keigo hangs around alcohol, but he rarely ever indulges, so having him call you shit-faced drunk right after he cancelled hanging out on the same weekend is definitely something new.

you’re in rare form driving his car to pick him up, hoisting him onto the passenger seat as he passes out to sleep. it’s only when you get to his apartment that he groggily wakes.

the elevator ride has him clinging to the side railings, his groans filling the tiny space. an empty plastic bag is ready in your hand in case he needs to hurl—which he doesn’t, thankfully—but he crashes on the couch as soon as he walks in the door.

you ready a glass of water and painkillers on the coffee table in front of him before grabbing the throw blanket from his bedroom. when you return, he's tucked into himself like a baby, knees curled up and arms crossed around torso in an embrace.

it both endears you and aches; you'd hug him if you could. if only your feelings could handle being closer to him than you should be.

instead, you settle for tucking him in, draping the crochet blanket over him as he snuggles into it.

admittedly, you're still kind of pissed; he did flake on your plans after all. but when he mumbles your name in his sleep, you find all of that anger flushed down the drain immediately.

.

the first time keigo meets the guy you've been seeing, you don't expect the hostility.

your best friend is your best friend for a reason—he's the warmest, friendliest person you know. even the media portrays him that way: charming and a little too flirty for his own good.

"quit it," you tell him when your kind-of-not-yet boyfriend goes to the restroom. you're pretty sure keigo's the reason he needed to go in the first place.

keigo sips his tea, doing a complete switch-up when he smiles at you and asks, "quit what?"

you roll your eyes, "i'm pretty sure he pissed himself because of you."

he snorts, shrugging his shoulders, "not my fault."

it is completely his fault.

from the moment your not-yet-boyfriend shook keigo's hand, your best friend has done nothing but stare him down―a piercing glare like that of hawk’s hunting its prey. you'd liken his grip to talons digging into skin if you could.

"you're such an asshole," you shake your head resignedly, chuckling. the horrible thing about this is that you kind of liked seeing keigo make him squirm.

"it's my job," he lifts his cup up to cheers.

(you find out later on that this is when your kind-of-not-yet boyfriend realized it would never work out.)

.

you're not crying when you tell keigo about the kind-of-break-up. you don't even think you feel that sad about it.

"sorry things had to end that way..." keigo says beside you, legs crossed under half of the crocheted blanket on his couch.

you give him a side-eye and notice his nose twitch. you'd know that fake sad tone anywhere.

"i was starting to warm up to him, you know..."

another nose twitch. you kick his shin under the blanket, the half on top of you rustling on top of your lap, "yeah right, nose-twitcher."

"ouch, that burned," he pretends to be hurt for the theatrics and you roll your eyes, chuckling in return.

everything about this moment is everything it should not be―it's too comfortable, too familiar, too easy. your relationship with keigo is everything you want but can't have and times like this remind you especially of that fact.

he's your best friend―

"why'd he break up with you anyway?"

―and is the reason why you can't seem to make it work with anyone else.

"i don't want to get in the way," your kind-of-ex started. you looked at him, confused.

"you have feelings for him," he further explained, "and it looks like he feels the same."

your kind-of-not-yet boyfriend said he'd caught that moment at the coffee shop as soon as he got out of the restroom―you and keigo laughing as you clinked cups.

you blink away the memory, shrugging, "don't know, just said it wasn't working out or something."

keigo hums, a beat of silence passing between the two of you before he speaks up again.

"well, it's his loss."

you turn to look at him and find sincerity; you're sure he means it, just not in the way you want him to, an awkward "thanks" mumbled under your breath.

.

things with keigo go back to the way things were, but not exactly.

his schedule miraculously clears up on the weekdays too, and he begins visiting your apartment to take you out for brunch whenever he finds the time.

he also stops going to bars and a whole year passes for him without any dating scandal, except for when he attended your graduation.

you try not to feel too happy about it, but when he's asked about the nature of your relationship, he says that you're important to him. the answer is still vague, but it's infinitely better than the way he used to evade all the previous ones.

"i'm rebranding," he tells you when you mention something about how you haven't seen any gossip tiktoks about him lately.

you push down the hope that fizzes in your chest, even when the biggest change of all is the fact that you think he's gotten clingy.

"wanna stay over again?" he asks you on a tuesday night as you're having dinner, on the table this time. you've already been here for the past two days.

you eye him suspiciously, "are you scared of your apartment or something?"

"no."

"so why?" you take a sip of water.

"no reason," he copies you, bringing his cup up higher to hide his nose; it twitches before you can catch a look.

"well, i have an early day at work tomorrow," you check your phone, "so you have to give me a better reason."

you stare at each other for a while, the silence suddenly turning a touch heavy, like suspense building up to an important scene.

he blinks. you blink.

you watch him intently, see every thought that crosses behind golden irises. he juts his lips out slightly, as if contemplating what he should say next, if he even should. it's unlike any expression you've seen on his face before, and you'd say he almost looks nervous if you only had a reference of how that emotion translates on him.

then he takes a small breath, closing his eyes half a second longer than a blink before opening them again, directing his gaze at you.

"it's better when you're around."

oh.

you don't exactly know how to respond to that; you know you shouldn't read into it too much, but then he continues―

"and i miss you when you're gone."

your breath is on hold, a measly "oh," drawn from you. time feels suspended at this dinner table, your brain finding words to say.

keigo doesn't let go of his gaze and his nose has not twitched.

you try to push it further.

"i'm," you start, already stuttering, "i'm sure you'll survive a day without your best friend."

the chuckle that escapes you gives him an option to downplay this entire thing—to turn it into a joke and make it clear once and for all that you stand no chance feeling the way you do.

except, he doesn't return your laugh. his gaze softens as he holds his stare, the corners of his lips curling into a small smile.

"and if you're more to me than just my best friend?"

you search for any sign that this is some cruel trick keigo's playing on you, that he's lying to get some kind of reaction again. but there's nothing—his nose completely still as he awaits your answer.

a/n: mostly unedited, this is so long help. at some point i started envisioning gojo ngl 😭 anyway this is my first time writing hawks! i'm not so sure if i got his character right because he's complicated but!! i enjoyed writing this (clearly with how long it is 😭😭). he knows that his nose twitch is his tell (reader told him at some point), that's why he tries to hide it sometimes! also he never truly dated anyone haha man is unfortunately very non-committal 🥹 i think getting to this point with reader is a big step! he had feelings for reader early on too but i think he's very careful with it (which is also why it took him this long to do something about it!)

hope you like this bitti! 💗

[seiwas]

sel, happy iwa day!!!! 🫶 To celebrate, the word coincidence?

hello starry!! thank you for celebrating with me!!! 🫶

coincidence

“aw hell no,” you decidedly pivot as soon as your eyes land on a familiar figure across the room.

oikawa tuts behind you, wagging his finger as he effectively blocks your escape, “nu-uh, you promised!”

sure you did. stupid, dumb, two-hours ago you did promise; but that was before—

—before you knew what you were getting into.

—before you knew that coming to this party would bring you face-to-face with a part of the you that used to exist.

—before you knew that you’d have this oh-so-coincidental chance encounter with the good part of the past five years of your life.

“i hate your ass,” you mumble under your breath as oikawa urges you forward.

“ouch,” he pauses for a split second, “good thing it’s your ass heading there now then.”

you’ve known oikawa for most of your life; he’s nosy, annoying, and at his worst, a traitor when he feels the need for it. you’ve known oikawa for most of your life, and for all the years gone by, you know he’s a good friend—the meddling kind that makes coincidences happen like he holds fate in his hands.

tonight, it seems that he’s decided to hold yours.

“tooru,” you sigh, turning back to face him, “i already told you.”

“sure,” he seems unfazed, “told me you both are being so stupid about this.”

you frown, flicking him on the forehead.

“iwa-chan isn’t a quitter,” he stands his ground, “and neither are you.”

you want to cry, if you’re being honest. standing here in the middle of your university’s farewell party, you blend in with a sea of faces you’ve become so familiar with over the past four years. it makes you think of the vastness ahead of you, of the unknown that lies ahead once you step outside of this room.

and it’s instinct, when you search for the familiar spiked hair and that damn green sweater. it’s instinct when iwaizumi stands out so clearly among everyone else—

it wasn’t going to work. you both have different directions, different paths. the past five years were great; they were fun—some of the best years of your life, but you and iwaizumi have decided to mutually end it for the chance of maybe even better years ahead, without either of you tying the other down.

it hurt to admit, and a part of you, small as it was, had hoped that he would be stubborn enough to tell you no, that he was willing to fight tooth and nail to make it work. but the fact of the matter is that he didn’t, and, well—it really only meant one thing.

“it was a mutual decision, tooru.”

“okay,” he proceeds to push you ahead, “tell me that after you talk to each other honestly.”

you wonder why he’s being so insistent when you come close enough to observe iwaizumi properly—his hair disheveled and a look of fatigue beyond belief; there are red spots around his eyes, almost as if he’s kept in tears waiting to be shed. iwaizumi often has a drink in his hand at parties like this—just a cup that he’s filled at a level high enough to refuse more but low enough that it looks like he’s taken a few sips. it’s meant to be a sign of social drinking, but tonight he only holds a bottle of water.

he looks lonely at the end of the room—smiling with sad eyes as people pat him on the back and congratulate him for his offer to move.

when you and iwaizumi agreed to break it off, he had listened to everything you said and made no rebuttals to argue. you’d rehearsed what you wanted to say enough times that you were confident you wouldn’t break down while saying it; you didn’t want to give him a reason to feel bad about anything at all.

but looking at him now—it makes you want to take back everything. you’ve built yourself up to be strong about many things, but not this.

“you know, for some of the smartest people i know, i didn’t think you’d both be so—“ oikawa starts, but is promptly drowned out when a pair of those familiar green eyes land on you.

you’re eyebrows shoot up, caught, but the look iwaizumi gives you makes tears flow down your cheeks like the trickling of water down the sides of a too-full cup.

his lips curl up softly, sending you a gentle smile; his eyes, although a little sad, hold the same love you’ve received over the past five years.

you don’t deserve it—you don’t deserve it when he moves to the side, leaving a space for you to occupy should you come closer. only if you want to.

[seiwas]

sel, happy iwa day!!!! 🫶 To celebrate, the word coincidence?

hello starry!! thank you for celebrating with me!!! 🫶

coincidence

“aw hell no,” you decidedly pivot as soon as your eyes land on a familiar figure across the room.

oikawa tuts behind you, wagging his finger as he effectively blocks your escape, “nu-uh, you promised!”

sure you did. stupid, dumb, two-hours ago you did promise; but that was before—

—before you knew what you were getting into.

—before you knew that coming to this party would bring you face-to-face with a part of the you that used to exist.

—before you knew that you’d have this oh-so-coincidental chance encounter with the good part of the past five years of your life.

“i hate your ass,” you mumble under your breath as oikawa urges you forward.

“ouch,” he pauses for a split second, “good thing it’s your ass heading there now then.”

you’ve known oikawa for most of your life; he’s nosy, annoying, and at his worst, a traitor when he feels the need for it. you’ve known oikawa for most of your life, and for all the years gone by, you know he’s a good friend—the meddling kind that makes coincidences happen like he holds fate in his hands.

tonight, it seems that he’s decided to hold yours.

“tooru,” you sigh, turning back to face him, “i already told you.”

“sure,” he seems unfazed, “told me you both are being so stupid about this.”

you frown, flicking him on the forehead.

“iwa-chan isn’t a quitter,” he stands his ground, “and neither are you.”

you want to cry, if you’re being honest. standing here in the middle of your university’s farewell party, you blend in with a sea of faces you’ve become so familiar with over the past four years. it makes you think of the vastness ahead of you, of the unknown that lies ahead once you step outside of this room.

and it’s instinct, when you search for the familiar spiked hair and that damn green sweater. it’s instinct when iwaizumi stands out so clearly among everyone else—

it wasn’t going to work. you both have different directions, different paths. the past five years were great; they were fun—some of the best years of your life, but you and iwaizumi have decided to mutually end it for the chance of maybe even better years ahead, without either of you tying the other down.

it hurt to admit, and a part of you, small as it was, had hoped that he would be stubborn enough to tell you no, that he was willing to fight tooth and nail to make it work. but the fact of the matter is that he didn’t, and, well—it really only meant one thing.

“it was a mutual decision, tooru.”

“okay,” he proceeds to push you ahead, “tell me that after you talk to each other honestly.”

you wonder why he’s being so insistent when you come close enough to observe iwaizumi properly—his hair disheveled and a look of fatigue beyond belief; there are red spots around his eyes, almost as if he’s kept in tears waiting to be shed. iwaizumi often has a drink in his hand at parties like this—just a cup that he’s filled at a level high enough to refuse more but low enough that it looks like he’s taken a few sips. it’s meant to be a sign of social drinking, but tonight he only holds a bottle of water.

he looks lonely at the end of the room—smiling with sad eyes as people pat him on the back and congratulate him for his offer to move.

when you and iwaizumi agreed to break it off, he had listened to everything you said and made no rebuttals to argue. you’d rehearsed what you wanted to say enough times that you were confident you wouldn’t break down while saying it; you didn’t want to give him a reason to feel bad about anything at all.

but looking at him now—it makes you want to take back everything. you’ve built yourself up to be strong about many things, but not this.

“you know, for some of the smartest people i know, i didn’t think you’d both be so—“ oikawa starts, but is promptly drowned out when a pair of those familiar green eyes land on you.

you’re eyebrows shoot up, caught, but the look iwaizumi gives you makes tears flow down your cheeks like the trickling of water down the sides of a too-full cup.

his lips curl up softly, sending you a gentle smile; his eyes, although a little sad, hold the same love you’ve received over the past five years.

you don’t deserve it—you don’t deserve it when he moves to the side, leaving a space for you to occupy should you come closer. only if you want to.

[seiwas]

If I ask nicely will people reblog this and tell me what their most common breakfast is? Not your favorite necessarily, just what you have for breakfast most frequently? 🙏🏽

[seiwas]

i love seeing people write something that has such an incredible connection to them 🥺

[seiwas]

masterlist

・・・・・ this is the masterlist for my one year anniversary collab event! minors dni. links to each fic/art will be updated as they come; if you're interested in joining, you can check out this post for the guidelines! this masterlist will stop updating on july 25, 2025.

fics

boku no hero academia

ꕤ bakugo katsuki

feelings left unspoken by @peachsukii # fluff fluff fluff. just how katsuki acts in love. sfw. summary: bakugo’s hidden love language is touch. any and every kind. hand holding, arm slung around your waist, hand at the small of your back, ankles hooked under a table, etc.

[title tba] by 🌱 # early relationship katsuki summary: tba

untitled by @gfguren # f!reader, pro-hero!bakugo, hurt/comfort, established quirk, strangers to friends(?) to lovers summary: bakugou likes to think he knows everything, can handle just about anything that's thrown his way with flying colors and then some. so why can't he figure out this tug in his chest, or the upset in his stomach whenever you come around lately? you with your stupid quirk and all your stinkin' audacity. who do you think you are to figure him out with one little touch, one measly brush of your fingers against his anyways?

ꕤ todoroki shouto

the way you fall asleep by @withclawandvine # sfw, fluff, with maybe a sprinkle of hurt/comfort, established relationship summary: The gentle scratching of your nails sends a pleasurable shiver zipping down Shouto’s spine. He tightens his arms, curling into you indulgently. But you still feel so distant — lost to the hidden world in your other hand. He cranes his neck to peer up at you. “Love? Can you read to me?”

haikyuu

ꕤ iwaizumi hajime

[title tba] by @merumis # tba summary: you’re not unfamiliar with a regretful hookup, but last night’s might just make the top of your list. still, you and iwa planned this roadtrip to see your friends months ago—surely things won’t be different. so why does he keep looking at you like that? and why is his cold water bottle always against the back of your neck?

ꕤ kuroo tetsurou

[title tba] by @tetzoro # sfw ; tooth rotting fluff ᡣ𐭩 summary: kuroo tetsuro has spent his whole life looking after others. it’s something that came naturally to him, as simple as breathing. it never fails to catch him off guard when he finds you doing the same for him and yet, he can’t help but melt under your tender care.

ꕤ ojiro aran

he's not subtle! by @noosayog # gn!reader, sfw, fluff summary: maybe he’s not one for over-the-top declarations, but it’s all the same when he makes it this obvious.

ꕤ sakusa kiyoomi

love me from your point of view by @irisintheafterglow # pro player!sakusa x rockstar!reader, strangers to lovers, secret relationship, character study, angst/fluff, sfw summary: you teach sakusa kiyoomi how to love, in spite of the cameras and the gossip.

jujutsu kaisen

ꕤ fushiguro megumi

[title tba] by @raven-cincaide # sfw summary: tba

ꕤ fushiguro toji

untitled by @cuntcure # nsfw, fluff, morning sex, very domestic and soft! summary: most mornings, you are only partially roused to a place just beyond being fully awake and coherent.

[title tba] by @pmpmyread # f!reader, mostly fluff, with suggestive themes and implied/non-graphic smut summary: tba

ꕤ gojo satoru

i won’t come back to you broken (i’ve been away too long) by @kissxcore # sfw, blind!gojo, angst probably, jjk spoilers summary: in which you prove to gojo that every part of him is loveable, even without his eyes.

and five more by @mieiri # gn!reader, fluff fluff fluff! summary: boyfie! satoru sleeps on your shoulder. you think about him in the meantime.

ꕤ nanami kento

[title tba] by @selarina # sfw, anniversaries summary: tba

the ghost of u by @em1e # a little bit of angst, sfw. summary: the intimacy of sharing music.

ꕤ sukuna

[title tba] by @miss-cincaide # nsfw summary: tba

wind breaker

ꕤ hiragi toma

bloom by @melon-fodder # sfw, 'shedding' as little signs of your partner being in your space summary: over time you fill hiragi’s heart and home with little pieces of yourself.

ꕤ togame jo

[title tba] by @shinuko # tba summary: tba

art

jujutsu kaisen

ꕤ gojo satoru

romantic encounter by @mididoodles # gn!reader, sfw description: cat!gojo and bunny!reader cuddling/sleeping.

ꕤ nanami kento

[title tba] by @mididoodles # selfship, fluff description: tba

thank you for participating, and enjoy!

[seiwas]

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[seiwas]

do nawt put me in the room with hajime dressed in a dark polo, rich watch on his wrist, in his caramel glory. I will be feral. I hope u see the vision..

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHSHDBBSHDBDBD then he gets home and changes into this :’)?????

[seiwas]

hi hi sel you might not know or remember me, but i used to be active in haikyuu fandom in here and a die-hard fan of yours..but i left around 2023..and now that I'm back, seeing you feels like coming home😭😭

also rue (neoheroes) is active again!! 🥹🥹

omg 🥺 this is such a sweet message!! hello umi!! for you to be active during the hq era on here omg... damn! i was just a reader back then fr 😭 i only really started writing in 2023 🥺 so for you to have been around for that long---aaaah!! welcome back 🥺 it is so sweet of you to say that seeing me feels like coming home 😭

and yes!!! omg i was just talking abt that weeks ago!! i FLIPPED sdhfbvgsdhvfn i can't believe it!!! i'm so happy 🥺

[seiwas]

once again having raspberries and thinking of sel bel….. i hope you’re doing well these days 💛💛💛

MIRALUUUUV OMG if i tell u i am cryin rn... 😭 raspberries have been on crazy special in the grocery lately!! so i've been hoarding a bunch of them and freezing em shjdbfsdj i've actually been thinking of making these raspberry oat bar things!! i'll let you know if it's good 🥹 i hope life has been treating my miraluv the absolute bestest too!!!

[seiwas]

sorry for being so terrible at replying to messages 😭

[seiwas]

HI SEL IVE MISSED YOU SOOOOO MUCH 🩷🩷🩷 HOW ARE YOUUUUUUU

KATIEEEE!! I’VE MISSED YOU SOOOO 🥺 i’ve been good!!! i’m currently on break from school but i’ve also just been working so it’s still ~~kind of busy but!! i’m trying to get back into the groove of things here 🥺 looking forward to reading a bunch of fics honestly!! what about you!!!

[seiwas]

selly! dropping by to ask my question of the day (or week. jury's still out for brunch deciding). if aliens offered to save you and only one person during an invasion, who would you bring and why? 🤔

AAAAH EEYA!!! i hope brunch went well 💗 thank u for this v interesting question!! it’s funny you asked me this now too bc i just caught up to s4 of love, death, and robots!! it had a lot of themes about aliens HAHAH but!! i digress

if this were ppl from real life, i’d bring mr. sel 100% 😭 what would i do without that man fr 😭 he’s also a lot friendlier than i am so maybe he’d know how to coexist better or smth 😭 AND HE’S GOOD AT MATHS! smth smth abt everything can be communicated/explained through maths

if this were a character i would 100% be bringing izuku or smth i feel like he’d charm them somehow 😭 if i bring iwa i feel like he’d be too hostile (same for bkg) and if i bring gojo we r going to die eventually for sure (they’d hate his ass)

what about you???

[seiwas]

meoewowow from me & shoto (?? don't know why i picked him. something in my soul)—CONGRATS ON FINISHING YOUR ASSESSMENTS SEL!! :3

NIAAAA sorry this is so late omg but aaaaaah thank you so much 🥺 this is so cuuuuuute you didnt have to!!! seeing him all smiley and everythang 🥺 AAAAAH so precious!!! i hope your days have been good 💗💗

[seiwas]

hi sellll!!! since ur at the gym -- do you have a favorite workout/circut/gym thing? (can u tell that i am not familiar with the gym sldkfjsd but im tryign to start!)

rain!!! omg 🥹 that’s perfectly fine!! this is so exciting aaaaah i’m so happy you’re dabbling into going to the gym!! i will gladly share my workout splits!! 🥹

your splits can vary depending on your goal—i mostly focus on weight training, so when i was starting i used to do a lower / upper body split just to keep it easier to understand. now i do this split (1 for each day, with rest days after every two days):

lower (glutes/butt mostly) a & b (basically just different sets of glute workouts to switch it up sometimes)

push (triceps, shoulders)

pull (back, biceps)

my focus is still very much glute heavy bc i want that ass 🙂‍↕️ HAHAHAH but they are also the most deadly days ☠️ HAHAHAH so i’d say i enjoy doing push days more! these days are also where i try to include cardio just bc my legs aren’t really fatigued during that time (tho it rlly is just me running on the treadmill). i tend to walk a lot throughout the day so cardio isn’t super high on my priority, but i try to run around the city every few weeks or so!

specific workouts under the cut!

if you’re asking what my *favourite combination of workouts are, it’s these:

lower - barbell hip thrust, cable kickbacks, romanian deadlifts (sometimes)

push - lateral raises, tricep pushdown

pull - machine row (narrow grip), bicep curls

*favourite = a good sweet spot between effective and manageable (bc some workouts work but they huuuuurt 😭)