that cat!kuroo reminds me that when he's angry, he would actually look at you, then casually swipe off your precious 2K dollar worth precious vase off the glass table- like those cats who swipe at everything hh
STOP STOP I KNOW HE WOULD....
knock over the antique from my great grandmother with a smile,,,,he sleeping outside tonight,,,
but somehow he always finds his way in,, n u wake up w him spooning u clingy bitch
πππππ: as a celebration for 10k followers, iβm hosting a collab !! this collab centers around stepcest, about the things that go on behind closed doorsβ¦when nobody else is home. be it step brother, sister, father, or mother, as long as it focuses on pseudocest, youβre good !!
πππππ: send me an ask to join !! i do ask that you reblog once youβve joined to spread the collab for more ppl to see. you must be 18+ with an age visible on your blog, and you must tag your work with all applicable warnings when posting. there will be no hard incest allowedβonly pseudocest. all characters must be aged up as adults, and repeated characters are allowed. due date is july 31st, but this is not a hard deadline, life happens and i understand, so donβt feel stressed !! when youβve finished writing your piece, please tag me so i can reblog and add to the masterlist. please also link this post to yours and tag it with #βwhen nobodyβs home collab
π ππππππ: fandoms i write mostly for are jujutsu kaisen, tokyo revengers, haikyuu, and boku no hero academiaβbut any fandom (such as kny, aot, knb, naruto, etc.) is encouraged !!
@diaphanoso @rindousberry @yesamu @rynfushiguro14 @ittosprettygirl @phthart1c @puptarou @ambieux @asmo-tonin @hellavile @koutaroulogy @hllokttyairhead @p-antomime @laudthingcat @zorosbozo @bassslut @burntbuttermm @novaresque @nkogneatho @mitsuxii @mitsuxii @gabzlovesu β pls, for the love of god check this out rn and make your favs, fr had me giggling the whole time. i can't rn. (no pressure ofc!)
- ateez, txt, jujutsu kaisen, haikyuu, my hero academia, tokyo revengers, attack on titan and demon slayer.
prompt
- the main theme for this collab is horror. the criteria is to write a piece with horror/fantasy/slasher themes incorporated into it. an example would be, vampire ! seonghwa or demon ! toji. anything is welcome except the noβs listed in my byf/dni here.
- do not pick a theme that has already been chosen !! for example, if serial killer ! toji has been given twice, the first to send the ask receives the theme.
- dark content is welcomed.
- all works must be properly tagged
- all characters must be 18+
how to enter ?
- like & reblog this post, send an ask stating your character/idol, the trope or theme and I will get back to you on it asap !
send an ask if you are interested. iβll add you to the masterlist that will be updated right under this cut. reblogs are heavily appreciated !!
And everyone else who supports me, interacts with me and spends time out of their day to come here and show me just how loved, appreciated and talented I am, and I owe yβall my life because of it.
warnings: baby fever, crying tsumu because i'm an absolute sucker for breaking his heart with love and healing it afterwards with love too lmao
details: even through a blindfold, your son still knows his father in and out. based off of this video of the same social experiment
note: thank you for 100 followers- your love and support is the true reason why i am standing up strong β‘
word count: 200 or so- i don't like word counts
mayday masterlist
your husband hasn't seen his baby boy ever since he left for the olympic games for a few months. and so, you decided to reunite them while he stayed in japan during the annual msby reunion games... with a little social experiment in mind.
"go and tell me which one's daddy, sweetheart," e/c eyes dripping with honey are aimed at your tiny tot poking at the cloth around his eyes. he looked up to the sound of your voice and murmured.
"i pick which one, 'ma?"
"yes love. mommy will help you," you took his hand and guided him along as he stumbled blindly to the first person in front of him.
his tiny hands drifted along the person's face. he could feel the ridges of the nose, the black hair curling and a subtle scowl that made him stop and say, "nuh-uh."
you laughed quietly into your palm as you watched sakusa rub at his face with a towelette before walking towards one of the benches, seemingly disinterested but curious enough to stay put in his place.
the young boy poked at a pair of slightly calloused cheeks, eyed narrowed under his blindfold at the muffled laughs from the person in front of him that gave away that this was not his beloved papa.
the next person he touched had a wide smile and hooted; a dead giveaway that this was actually his uncle bokuto. excited to see where this small game was headed to, the toddler hobbled along towards the next one.
this time- this person had a familliar facial form; a familliar pair of lips, hair and shape of eyes that made everyone hold their breath in anticipation.
the tot's face morphed into confusion until he felt the small smile under his cupped palms shift. he tapped along the ears and poked the cheeks and hair until the child finally came to a conclusion.
"is that daddy, baby?" you called albeit teasingly, his real father fidgeting in his place as he was torn between rushing to hold him in his arms and letting the plan run its course.
"nuh-uh. 'tis not papa."
the small child pouted, still a bit confused over the whole thing.
'tis uncle samu!"
laughing quietly, the brunette kissed the equally brunette kid on the forehead and set him down.
"how did you know that it wasn't daddy, baby?"
the toddler puts a finger up to his lips in mock thought and replied through the lisp in his growing teeth,
"uncle samu smiles a lot, but daddy has a very big smile when i see him on the tv!"
"you watch me? a lot?" atsumu whispered, too struck with emotion to even notice his teammates and brother in the background gazing at the scene with mixed expressions.
"how could we not?" you answered with a rhetorical question of your own, eyes watery as you held up your son towards him at arms length whilst his hands full of baby fat pulled at the blindfold.
atsumu almost burst into tears right then and there as his baby, the child you had bore and the exact copy of him raises his lips and opens his caramel eyes- in a way that replicates his own- made both of your hearts warm.
"found you, daddy!"
"yep- daddy's got you, baby."
he doesn't let himself hold the small teardrops in as he cups the tiny palms of his son; you holding him up and giving him so much love through your eyes that atsumu could feel it in the pounding of his heart and in the warmth of his tears.
wherever you are and whatever you may have become, i'll always know you like the back of my hand. i loved you, and still i do.
my brain spent a whole day cumming out these chaotic insta smaus of tsumu and tetsu's random boyfriend texts because i just know they'd say something like this.
details: in his heart, you're his home; for home is where the heart beats. a happy birthday to our favorite scrawny flatass tooru oikawa!
notes: short drabble reposted from wattpad! requested by @eunoique . love u gia!
word count: 450+, edited
a freshly-showered tooru heaved as he tried to lift his suitcase up the flight of steps.
"y/n?!" he called for said person from below the steps, "i'm home!"
yet no one answered.
home again after a week-long volleyball tourney, tooru wanted nothing more than to embrace his wife and burrow into the bedsheets that smelled of her scent, making him feel all the more homesick.
he looked from shoulder to shoulder to check if his wife was there, but no one else showed up.
he shrugged before he left his suitcase lying on the floor as it is and jumped onto the bed.
the brunette wanted to wait for his wife and greet her with his signature smile and bear hug, but the fatigue and jet lag seems to be going well against his body.
no longer than that, he had already fallen asleep while dreaming of alien spaceships; sweet, honest smiles and falling in love all over again.
"did I wake you?"
he grumbled, looking up with sleep-induced eyes to see his wife beside him. once his brain registered her features, tooru snaked his arm aound her waist and went back to snoozing. she smiled and continued running her hands through his hair as one would weave strands across a loom.
"comfy, aren't you?" she snickered and retracted her digits. he whines, setter hands putting her fingers back where they belonged. the both of them sat still and enjoyed the peace, her fingers weaving through his locks while his eyes stayed awake to stare at the buttons littering her white sweater.
"is it morning already?" he asks a little while after, his wife pausing her petting to look at the alarm clock situated on their bedside table.
"mhm," y/n hummed, "It's still four in the morning, tooru."
"good," he went silent, pondering over something before he opened his mouth to continue that hanging word,
"if this is a dream, i don't want to wake up."
"why do you think so, amor?" she mused, rubbing his temple and tooru felt himself more into her side as he relished in the feeling.
"in a little while, we will have to go to work again. and i won't see you until volleyball practice is over. this moment," he gestured with a sluggish movement, "is like a dream. i'll miss you, 'm missing you a lot"
y/n giggled, the sound permeating through the still air like a body had been submerged into cold water.
"tooru, you idiot. saying cheesy stuff at four in the morning."
"but i'm your idiot!"
"tooru- i'm warning you-"
"fine, i'll shut up now querida."
and because they both knew that the moment the sunlight hits the windows of their apartment, this little moment will shatter- and they'll be back to wherever they were in reality before.
in their small haven, they embraced each other in comfortable silence, with their body language saying,
details: growing old with osamu has never been so blissful.
notes: dedicated to my nine month old cousin baby marigold, who lived and died with the brightest galaxy in her dull eyes. i will love you and miss you always. burn bright out there starshine β‘
word count: πππ
mayday masterlist
osamu miya did not remember the first time when he knew that he loved you. he only knew the fact that he spiralled into it at a three-sixty no-scope, at a pace of five hundred miles per hour. although he plummeted into the caress of love at a bullet train's speed, he settled slowly- refusing to give his straining feelings the time of the day until he was sure you reciprocated his feelings.
you returning his feelings must've been a one in a million chance granted for him because you did. you loved him just as he loved you.
seconds. minutes. hours. days. months. years. your wedding passed. so did your honeymoon. yet time slowed as you bore the sad news of your newborn daughter.
"my baby... is blind?"
you began to cry. osamu couldn't help himself either as he hugged the both of you into his chest.
"we'll get through it baby," osamu whispers in reassurance though it wasn't only for you. "we'll do this together like always."
on your twentieth anniversary- he told you he fell for the stars in your eyes, and you laughed.
"what stars?" you grinned bitterly, feeling for his hand and cupping it to your cheek, "i can't even see them at all."
his heart cracked a little, and he gazed on sadly as you opened your eyes to reveal dull irises, darker than the sky they were underneath in, darker than the day the doctor asked you what you could see.
"blurry," you told him, "eveything is all blurry."
oftentimes, your baby girl ask him a lot of questions and he answers them patiently, slowly and clearly as he was teaching a child how to read the abc's for the first time.
you watched your baby feel through her palms and laugher a little as she squealed when she touched the plush onigiri her father gave her. osamu watched for a split second as your eyes brightened a bit and faded back to dark.
but you pulled through memorizing the braille, the bullying neighbors who didn't mind their own business, breaking down sessions and the panic attacks- standing up strong with his help and the both of you making it to where you were now.
"i used to remember the color of the sky," your fingers traced magic circles and stars onto his withered palms, "but i forgot about it now."
he laughs and grasped your hand tightly in his, wise old eyes looking through the children who resembled a bit of them and a bit of their own children.
"you'll remember it someday."
his tone was reassuring even though you weren't at all worried, and your smiling face buried itself into his neck.
yet he'll always accept you for what you are and what you wanted to be.
always, always.
even as osamu stood at the grave, his daughter crying silently by his side- he had learned to accept it.
"dad?"
"yes?"
"was..." the woman in her thirties hesitated. she had been too scared to ask you that question as if it would hurt your feelings when you were alive.
"was mom born blind?"
"she hasn't told you yet? even when you're thirty four and your daddy's become an old man?"
"i- i've wanted to..."
he stares at the sky for a moment, the letters of condolences all neatly picked and shuffled like a deck of cards in pale withered hands.
"your mom wasn't born blind," he continues as he stared, graymetal eyes looking into the same e/c eyes he had fallen in love with- almost every day, every minute, and every second of this lifetime.
"you were born blind, and so mom-" osamu crinkled the letters and smoothed them over as if his palms didn't just dig into the crisp paper.
"y/n wanted you to see the world as she had. so- your mom gave you her eyes."
always, always.
till death do us part.
the assumption that what blind people who can open their eyes and see black is not all correct. it depends on the situation their eyes have experienced. some people see black, some people cannot see color, and others can only see total blurriness and fleeting lights.