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why the FUCK are weekends only 2 days long do you really think that's enough to recover from the horrors of the work week. really.

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:DDD

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HOLY HECK WAIT

...Hear me out—

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hi! might start posting my art here, i dunno. heres some new art i did of my old ut oc and never cleaned up

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Sunny with a best friend! Reader who's been basically his 'therapist friend' the entire time and one day just finds the reader crying because they've been insecure lately-

- (can I be 🌙 anon?)

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Sunny having a Insecure Therapist friend!

Thank you for requesting and of course! I appreciate you wanting to be a regular on here 🌙! I may have gone a bit overboard and strayed away maybe from the original prompt, but I think it still suits it!

SERIOUS TOPICS ARE IN THIS POST! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION

Warnings!: Implied Depression, Anxiety, and Spoilers for Omori.

Pronouns: They/Them

Omori: Platonic Sunny x Reader

Word Count: 1602 Words

Character headers are not by me! They are by a friend that wants to stay anonymous! Niko headers are by Future Cat.

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You two had grown up together, meeting him right after he did Kel and Hero. There was something about you that drew him in, platonically speaking. You just had this presence that made him feel right at home.

Along with Basil, you 3 became fast best friends.

You had always been a listener. You didn't like to talk about yourself that much. You liked listening for the most part.

You were also a problem solver. Sunny always trusted you with his issues and you always found a way to solve them. If that was listening, ranting with him or finding out a solution, you always managed to make his day better.

You thought it was all fine. It was for the most part. You had everything you could ever want in life as a 12-year-old! You had the perfect friend group and the bestest best friend in the world!

Yea... Had...

That all was stripped from you in a matter of days. Mari had passed... You didn't even like to think about how it happened. You felt so guilty. You had always listened to Sunny's problems, you could have listened to hers... You could have found a solution. You wished you could do so many things, but that's not how it works.

This sudden change affected all of you in different ways. Sunny was the one affected the most in your eyes, becoming a complete shut-in. He wouldn't even let you or Basil in.

After around a year or so. A year of knocking, a year of his mother saying "He's not in the right headspace to talk to anyone right now." A year without your best friend. He finally opened the door.

You get why it took him so long to even get out of bed, you really did. But it kind of made you unintentionally question if he cared for you as much as you cared for him.

But silly 13-year-old Y/n still had so many emotions bottled up and didn't understand as much as they thought they did.

He saw you and let you in. He immediately started to cry. He cried like it was his first time crying after Mari passed. He grabbed your shirt, accidentally knocking you down in the process and cried into it. You knew he needed you. But you also needed him.

After a lot of rubs on the back, shushing and comforting words. He stopped crying but still clung to your shirt. He looked up at you and you finally got to get a good look at him and notice things you didn't before. Eyebags, messy hair, loss of weight in his face and extremely pale. You hated insults, especially insulting your own best friend, but he looked like he was. Dead.

After that night, you came to check up almost daily. Him venting out all of his problems, struggles and worries to you, sometimes just him needing someone to cry into. He needed you. That's what he needs right now. You refused to think about yourself. He was hurting more than you. That day still terrifies you, scared that you were going to lose him too.

Once word got out to Kel, Aubrey and Basil that you had contact with him, they all begged you to let them talk to Sunny.

One of the things he mentioned one night after a heavy venting session was, "Don't let the others find out, If they do, don't let them in." And you agreed.

You refused to let them see Sunny. You didn't want to break his trust. Then what would happen? He wouldn't open the door ever again and stop talking to you. Then what? Would he be gone.? No... You didn't want to think about it.

Aubrey took this harshly. You had tried to be with everyone during this time. "You have the power to get the group back together. Maybe not permanently but at least for a day or 2 and you're saying no?" she argued with you.

Along with Basil, she would pick on you too. Basil would blame himself for getting Aubrey to pick on you too, Kel would defend you, Hero was nowhere to be seen and Sunny. Sunny needed you. There was no taking into consideration yourself when Sunny was hurting. You were his best friend.

You started to feel, insecure.? No. No, you didn't. You can't.

Aubrey started pointing out stuff she knew you disliked about yourself. The stuff you told her. That somehow made it hurt way more. She told all of her new friends and they never seemed to leave you alone.

When you started high school, only Kel, yourself and Aubrey were there. It was difficult. You couldn't focus, wondering if Sunny was okay, was he holding up alright? What is he doing right now? It hurt how you couldn't focus on anything other than Sunny.

You struggled throughout high school, you struggled with the tiniest things. You should be doing better. "It was 2, 3, 4 years ago" you would tell yourself. "Sunny is okay. Basil is okay." That's all that mattered.

You would still check up on Basil occasionally, but not as much as you did so Sunny. As you know by now, Sunny needed you. He needed you more than Basil did. Because of this, you slowly started losing contact. It felt weird asking him if he wanted to hang out, you haven't talked in months.

All of this hurt. Mari passing, Aubrey bullying you and hitting where it hurt, losing contact with Basil, grades falling, appearance getting messier and messier by the day. Sunny needing you. It made you want to eat yourself alive.

You entered your grade 10 summer not very confident. You unintentionally sat in your room, against the same wall for who knows how long. You felt everything stare at you. From the plushies on your bed to the chips mascot on that bag sitting by the end of your bed, to the picture of you, Basil and Sunny sitting on your dresser.

"He needs you." you thought, over and over. You couldn't get yourself to move from that one spot. You feel tears stream down your face, you touch them, wiping them off your face. No, nononono you can't be crying. You can't be so selfish crying because you hurt when everyone else is hurting more.

It wouldn't stop. You finally shatter. That wall of emotions just building up that was doomed to fall from the start finally did. You subconsciously knew this day would come, but you didn't expect it until everything and everyone else was fine.

You cried. You finally cried. When was the last time this happened? You couldn't remember. Everything was missing, everything was wrong. You felt so alone.

You heard the door open. The last thing you would want in this situation. You pressed your knees closer to your chest and didn't dare peak at who it was, in hopes that they would just go away. You heard the door close and steps you didn't recognize come closer and closer.

You felt somebody sit beside you. Definitely not one of your parents. They would have said something by now. They pulled you into their chest and that sparked something to come loose, like a beavers dam finally falling apart. You cried into this person. Not caring enough right now to find out who it was. You screamed, sobbed ugly sobs and sometimes even clawed at their chest.

You felt them rub your back, shoulders and your head. You heard them comfortably shushing you and you heard them say things, not much, but you couldn't tell what they were saying or even recognize the voice.

When your sobs finally started to calm down, still occasionally sobbing into their chest while they still comforted you. You finally decide to look up, see who this person was. Your heart immediately sank into your chest. You recognized that face, those eyebags, that black hair that was usually messier, that face with that pale skin. It was Sunny.

You immediately pulled back and backed up away from him and started apologizing and asked if he needed anything or if there was anything he would like to talk about. He shook his head and just told you, "It's your turn.". You try to reassure him that you're fine and it was just a one-off thing but he denies that.

You finally agree and tell him everything you're insecure about. The harsh teasing's from Aubrey that made you question your personality, hygiene and appearance, your grades falling, your unintentional distancing from Basil, the part about you not feeling like your own person or that you and your problems weren't heard. You never thought that before, you couldn't describe it right, but when your best friend was here, you managed to tell him everything.

He wasn't very good at comforting, but he sure was a good listener. Nodding along to let you know he was listening. After he didn't say anything, he just hugged you. You finally felt like you were heard and seen for the first time in years.

You weren't fully healed, not in the slightest, but you felt like that was a step in the right direction, letting your feelings and emotions out. You finally felt like you had a best friend again. After all of these years, worrying about him and worrying because he needed you, you finally found the little piece of shattered confidence that had been left behind to say that you needed him.

You needed him as much as he needed you.

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Thank you so much for reading! I'm sorry if I went a little overboard on this but I really like how this turned out! I have 1 more request to go so keep an eye out for that! I think that request is going good! I don't know when it is going to go up. I am also probably going to start making masterlists soon to keep track of everything! I also tried a new form of writing? I don't think its really headcanons but it isn't a full oneshot? I'm trying some things and to experiment with my writing and to find out how I prefer to write! Let me know what you think! (You don't have to if you don't want tho! -w-).

Lots of Love

-Niko 🥞

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i added lime x zizel to the wh ships tierlist! (and remade my own one)

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Come at my place tonight. You’ll reign over the skies. Part II. Part I here. | “If this place was given to you, what would you use it for?”, by @iambrandon747 on IG.

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the truth

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⚓ wadanohara icons ⚓

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confession. [iwaoi - soccer au]

confession. [iwaoi - soccer au]

started 7/20/21

word count: 2000+

warning(s): none

summary: for iwaizumi’s birthday, oikawa confesses to him in a certain way, thanks to matsukawa’s and hanamaki’s help.

A/N: this was inspired by an iwaoi instagram post!: https://www.instagram.com/p/CP8hQF4ABCz/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

also! happy birthday to the beautiful precious setter oikawa!!<3

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“matsunnn! makkiii!” oikawa toru whined, slamming his head on the lunch table where he, matsukawa, and hanamaki sat. “i need your help, not your teasing!” at his words, the two third years cackled. 

oikawa didn’t know if he regretted asking matsukawa and hanamaki for advice. for one: neither of them have been in a relationship, and two: they don’t know anything about confessing to someone - let alone a certain spiky-haired attacker in the soccer team (at least he thinks they don’t know). but then again, he couldn’t really think of anyone else except yahaba, the ultimate simp, but he had something to do with his family.

such great timing, is it not?

after matsukawa and hanamaki calmed themselves, they both sat in thought for a minute. “well,” matsukawa started. “i have an idea but it’s pretty stupid in my opinion.” hanamaki and oikawa turned to the dark-haired male. 

“i’ll take any ideas,” oikawa eagerly said as he set both of his hands on the table in anticipation. he then took the milk bread that sat on the table and chomped on it. hanamaki also took a sip from his strawberry-flavored bubble tea. “yeah, spit it out dude.”

matsukawa sat up straight. “so, you’re confessing to iwaizumi, right?” in response, oikawa nodded. The third year raised up one finger. “you might want to confess to him in a not-so-cheesy way. since you both have played soccer together as kids, i would involve that in the confession.” he paused. hanamaki continued for him. “well, don’t make it too much, either. you just wanna make it extra special or something.”

oikawa pouted. “get to the point please,” he grumbled. matsukawa made an offended noise. 

“whatever,” he replied. “but anyways, i was thinking about this...” 

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to other people, they might think that oikawa doesn’t get nervous about anything. they think that he just gets right into the situation without any problem - especially when it comes to romantic things.

but actually, oikawa was nervous when he genuinely liked someone, especially his childhood friend. he didn’t even know if the plan matsukawa told him would work out or not.

ever since they were kids, they were very close. they did basically everything together: walk to school, eat lunch, practice soccer, and even climb trees. they always did that when they built their own treehouse. but whenever they went to the aquarium in third grade, oikawa’s crush for iwaizumi started. he didn’t know how it started; he didn’t know if he should deny it or not. it started out as a little crush, and he thought it would go away, but it lasted through middle school, and went on into highschool, where they're in their last year now. good thing he asked matsukawa and hanamaki to meet up because their advice was definitely helpful, and it’s thanks to them that he has enough courage to do it..

speaking of them, matsukawa and hanamaki told everyone except iwaizumi about the event that was going to happen. everyone (excluding kyotani) became hyped, to say the least. so, just for this event, they asked (forced ahaha) their coach to cancel practice. oikawa was very thankful for that.

on the day of iwaizumi’s birthday, oikawa texted iwaizumi to come to the soccer field, and after a string of begging, he agreed. oikawa was putting on his goalie gloves when iwaizumi showed up. he inhaled deeply, his heart beating as fast as a race car. he looked at the person in front of him, who was carrying a soccer ball, walking towards where he was.

oikawa gathered up all of his confidence and smirked. the chocolate-haired third year quickly shot out his arm and pointed a finger at him, making iwaizumi halt in place. “iwa-chan! it’s your birthday, and i decided my birthday present for you!”

iwaizumi raised an eyebrow. “?” 

the brunette put his hands on his hips. “in other words, my confession to you!!!” at his words, iwaizumi blinked, but oikawa didn’t wait for him to respond. 

“that is if…” he continued lowly, setting his hands on his knees in preparation. “you can get a goal past me.” he knew iwaizumi liked a challenge. 

iwaizumi closed his eyes and exhaled. he set the ball down and took a few steps back. “...deal.” he smirked back, making a run for the ball. “i’ll gladly accept your confession!!” and with that, his foot came in contact with the ball, sending it curved to one of the corners of the goal that oikawa stood in front of. 

oikawa dove to the left, attempting to block the ball with one hand. didn’t succeed.

the ball flew past his fingertips, getting caught in the net. iwaizumi stood up straight and laughed at the sight. “hahaha.”

the brown-haired goalie smiled as he got up and brushed off bits of grass. he then rushed up to iwaizumi, bringing him in an embrace. “happy birthday, iwa-chan.” he tightened his grip on iwaizumi’s shirt. “i really, really like you.”

the spikey-haired grinned and wrapped his arms around oikawa. “yeah, i really like you too.”

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another short a/n: iM SORRY IF THIS DOESNT MAKE SENSE AKJBFSAKJF I WANTED TO MAKE IT IN TIME FOR OIKAWA’S BDAY

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eye contact. [miya osamu x fem!reader]

word count: 667

warning(s): none other than cringe lol

summary: you and osamu run into each other at a cafe.

a/n: hi guys ! i wanna let you know that this is my first oneshot, so feel free to give me any tips if needed ! thank you for reading<3

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“hey, [y/n]!” your friend and co-worker, suki, called out to you while rushing next to you. hearing her voice, you turned to her, but you’re faced with a paper instead. you backed away, your fingertips brushing over your nose which was where she slapped the paper. “what is it, suki? is there another order?” 

the said girl nodded and waved the paper with her hand. “yea, here it is! the order came from a call, so you better be careful of who you give the order to.” she earned a small ‘gotcha’ in response, and that was a sign for her to go back to her duties. you turned back to walk back to the kitchen with the paper in your hand. 

you and suki have been friends since the first year of high school (you’re around 23 now), and you honestly don’t know how you’re friends with her. after all, she’s the complete opposite of you: talkative, extroverted, and friendly - not saying that you’re unfriendly, though. you just don’t talk as much as she does. perhaps the words ‘introverted, quiet, and peaceful’ fit you.

it was a coincidence that you both started working at the same cafe called aroma mocha, as well. you expected her to be a model or something since she’s insanely pretty. but apparently not. you’re fortunate enough to even have her as a friend.

you sighed, bringing yourself out of your train of thought. here we go again: the same stuff that happens on a daily basis.

oh, how wrong you were.

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with a blank expression, you walked to the counter and set the tray of two onigiris along with a drink on top. you leaned on the cash register and paused your actions for a moment.

you closed your eyes, looking at the cream-white ceiling. i didn’t get enough sleep last night again, you thought as you grimaced at the thought of your obvious eye bags.

not getting enough sleep was typical for you due to the amount of work your boss had put you through. your mother had told you before that losing sleep is bad for you health, mental stability, and all that good stuff. at this point, you don’t really mind anything.

suki actually commented about it as well, but you waved it off like a fly. even when i keep doing that, she doesn’t pry on anything either, so you’re glad about that. 

you talk to yourself on and on in your head. as you are in your own world thinking, you don’t notice a gray-haired boy with natural brown hair named miya osamu making his way up to you. 

he paused, his hazy eyes fixed on you. he’s been wanting to eat his favorite food already, but here you are: in a motherfreaking daze. at work, too. exhaling in anticipation, his hand went up to slowly nudge you on the arm. you didn’t budge. 

why isn’t this girl responding? he thought. is she asleep? 

he tried nudging you again. didn’t work, either. 

…

the boy sighed. if this girl is sleeping, then she really needs to work on her sleep schedule. this time, he full-on pushed you - but not to the extent that you would fall.

your eyes snapped open. “ow,” you muttered, getting up.

he deadpanned. ow? 

brushing the non-existent dust off your uniform with your hands, you accidentally make eye contact with the gray-haired teenager in front of you. you flinched, meeting his curious gray eyes.

you strongly dislike eye contact, so meeting eyes with him - more like his eyes - and staying like that for legit over a minute scares you.

osamu, on the other hand, thought otherwise with your cloudy [e/c] eyes.