SCARABOOBS WAG K N COLD SAKIN PLS

take your pick (cabbage edition)

title » bf texts (pt. 2) — first part can be found here !

pairing » ritsu sakuma x gn!reader

requested? » no

genre » fluff, crack

warnings » swearing, kys jokes, once again i am unfunny

a/n » idk i felt the urge to do more of these randomly, so.. here they are <3

Summer Lovin'

Author's Notes: Got this idea as an epiphany in the middle of the night, your welcome Karasu stans

Word Count: 2K

Pairing: Karasu x Gender Neutral Reader

Content Warning: Football, highschool, fluffy stuff

On AO3

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The summer heat slides in through every nook and creek making its way to your body, not even the summer uniform can help with this kind of day. You fan your shirt as the bell rings to signal for lunch break to commence. You and your friends sit together in the classroom, not bothering to find a seat outside. You all take turns to speak about various subjects like boys, girls, classes and home life.

“Can you believe it? We are already seniors” One of your friends says, making you nearly choke at the thought of it. Realization finally hits that next year you will start college and will have to get your life straight.

“(L/N) you okay?” They each ask as they see you stand up from your seat, lunch unfinished.

“Yeah, I just need a breather” you laugh nervously “keep on without me, I will be back.” You check the change in your pocket and decide to head for the vending machines for a nice refreshing drink. As soon as you pass the door to the outside you immediately regret your decision, pondering if a small cola could help with this blazing heat. As you decide on what to choose you remember that the football field is just right next to you. Your anxiety has been better taking into account that you didn't break into a fit of uneven breathing nearly needing to get taken to the hospital. You shake your head as you leave those thoughts of old days behind you and focus on getting your much deserved drink

“Bam!” A piercing sound jolts you awake as you look for the source of the sound. Someone was out on the football field, you don’t even need to guess who it might be. Tabito Karasu, the ace of your highschool, a football fanatic, is the kind of guy who will practice in the middle of his lunch break on the hottest day of summer. You have never spoken to him, too afraid to come across his fan club that he obviously has even though Karasu himself isn't really keen on it.

But you have been to his football games, they are always a fun meet up space for your friends and you to look at the boys and do some light hearted talking. None in your group, including you, know a thing about the sport, like rules and other things but it’s always fun to just cheer for your school and see the other school lose sometimes even five to zero. You come back to the present to see Karasu practicing his shots. A gush of cold wind bursts through your warm face as the player does a beautiful kick and you widen your eyes.

“Amazing…” You whisper barely audible to even yourself but it seems you accidentally said it quite loud, Karasu clearly notices it as he turns to you and winks, wiping the sweat off his forehead. You frown as heat takes over your cheeks, you hide on the side of the vending machine, hoping he didn't see, hear or winked at you. You hear him laugh and say something you can’t really comprehend as you grab your drink and start to crawl back to your class, too shy to show your face to him.

“(L/N)?” Two legs come to your view and you look up to see your friend looking a little distressed at you.

“Hey…” you show her a nervous smile.

“Seriously!” Your friend smacks her leg while laughing hysterically after hearing what just happened to you. She actually came down to the machines also wanting a drink and came across you crawling on the first floor and scaring the first years.

“It’s not that funny! I’m such an idiot!” you bury your hands in your face, now fully aware of your ridiculous reaction.

“God, I wish I was there to see it! Someone should've caught it on camera!” She continues laughing, grabbing her stomach this time since it started to hurt. To that you only whine wanting to crawl underneath a rock.

“Do you like him?” She finally calms down as she wipes a tear from her eye.

“No, I was just caught off guard” you say, not even needing to think about it, you know clearly that you do not have romantic feelings for Karasu. Your friend looks at you as she raises a brow and you smack her shoulder as you return to class when the bell rings.

When the final bell of the day rings you tell your friends to go on without you, giving the excuse that you forgot your pencil case. You carefully walk to the football field, making sure the team has already left and there is no one in sight. You look around as you start thinking this was a really stupid idea, you don’t even like football. However, just as you were thinking that, you spot a ball in the field and feel magnetized to it. You leave your bag on the benches as you slowly walk towards the object in a curiosity you never knew you had. You turn the ball a bit with your feet before taking it to the air.

“One, two, three, fo…”you whisper as you manage to hit the ball in the air three times but by the fourth it escapes your feet. You sigh, you could never get past three touches.

“So you're the cutie who was watching me during lunch” you hear a voice behind you causing you to nearly jump from fright. Karasu is right behind you, the question in your mind is how did you not notice his presence? “You have to move your other leg, you know that right?” You look down at your legs when you hear him say that, partly to hide the embarrassment from earlier in the day and that someone saw you try to do some football kicks.

“Let me” he takes the football from your feet and starts kicking it from one foot to the other and finishes with a ‘around the world’. You clap your hands amazed at his skills.

“That was really cool” you confess to him and he quirks a brow to you with a puzzled look.

“That was impressive to you?” You nod enthusiastically and he closes his eyes as if thinking for a while on what to say “go to the goal zone, stand where you want to” you do as he says, curious as to what he has up his sleeve.

“Here?” You ask him as you station yourself closer to the pole on the left than the one on the right.

“Yeah, however you want to, now where do you want me to score?” He asks as he takes the ball and dribbles a little to gain more distance from the goal.

“Here” you stretch one arm to touch the left pole and point to the area between your left arm and the floor, curious to see if he will actually fulfill your request. Karasu puts the ball on his desired spot before backing away a little. You were pretty calm but only when you saw Karasu run up to the ball do you immediately regret listening to him, you could end up really hurt if the sounds you heard before were anything to go by.

"Wait-!" You try stopping him but before your plea can reach Karasu's ears, the ball was shot to where you exactly pointed at. It actually takes you a full minute before moving your body. You blink slowly as you see the ball against the net behind you and turn to face Karasu who is approaching you with a cocky smile. You begin to clap yet again being left speechless entirely. This man's talent is something else and you can only watch from far away in awe.

"How was that?" He cranes his neck into a proud stand but you cannot reply, you are too blown away so you merely smile with a hint of happiness. Karasu seems to be a little confused, perhaps expecting a shower of compliments and praises. Which you do after gaining courage and the ability to do so.

"I have no words...that was..." you gesture with your hands vaguely as you start walking back to the benches to grab your bag and Karasu follows after you shortly.

"Amazing? Impressive? Jaw dropping?" He asks as he raises his head and you only nod extremely fast to all of the words he's saying as he releases a chuckle.

"Are you heading for the train station?" You ask shyly when you pass the school gates.

"Yeah, I need to go to the store before if you don't mind" to which you have no problem with, no offense to your friends, but sometimes hanging out with different people is good for you and you have missed out on getting to know someone. Laughing at Karasu's classmates' shenanigans and hearing him laugh as he calls you boring for your interests makes you feel some sort of way, even if it's unbridled rage, it's something you didn't know you needed. With the sun completely set, comes the night time as the street lamps light up and the stores turn on their luminous decoration to attract customers.

"Right here, wait for a bit" he stops you as he jumps on top of the elevated ground the store is on and you lean on a lamp pole with your bag in your hands as you wait for your new acquired friend. When you hear the buzzing of the door opening you look back and see Karasu with two popsicles in his hands.

"Which one, I didn't know what flavor you wanted" he gives you a cheeky grin as he shows you the options.

"Then, the strawberry one, please" you reach out for the ice cream and he hands it to you.

"Great, I like lemon better", he smiles as you both open the packages and hum in delight of the refreshing flavor to your warm bodies. The night air cooling you after a long day of school is exactly what you needed. Passing by the street vendors, you comment if you should buy something for him to pay him back for the ice cream.

“Next time, let’s go on a date and you will pay me back~” he grins showing you his teeth and you have to look away so as to not let your mind get clogged by such a sweet image.

“Then, how about an arcade?” you ask shyly, too afraid of rejection but not wanting to get this chance to go by.

“Sweet, I wanted to try a new game that came out” he agrees and you sigh in relief not sure if you could actually handle being rejected by one of the prettiest guys in school. You walk a little more before finally arriving at the station, popsicle sticks long discarded as the train arrives exactly on time. You sit on the bench a little tired from the day as Karasu sits next to you closing his eyes. You have been talking the entire time here and now that you both are finally quiet instead of being awkward it actually feels nice and comforting.

"One final question" he finally speaks up and you hum to acknowledge him "will you cheer me on for my next game?"

"Of course I will" you hide your face from him but you know he's grinning like a fool and you just have to close your eyes, hoping that image of him will fade away from your mind.

"Then," he gets up as the train starts to slow down, this must be his stop, even though you are a tad disappointed, you just knew he wouldn't be with you until forever "I'll see you then, cutie~."

"Bye" you wave at him, holding your laughter in as to what he just said, the next time you were with him you should definitely correct him so as to not call you such an absurd nickname. But barely did you know that Karasu had actually been scouted for a new football project and that his next game would change the course of sports’ history forever.

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— ੈ✩ DISTRACTIONS !

# 03 - heathers

— MLIST ;; okay so, y/n & rin's POVs were suppose to be 2 diff chapters but i didn't want to post anything small so yeah + their povs have like a 4hr difference between them.

rin was pissed, to say the least—no, saying he was angry was merely an understatement—he was exasperated due to the fact that a newcomer would dare question his soccer skills.

no one, absolutely no one ever judged his play style—every one would always compliment him and say he's tremendously good at the sport. that's how things were. only his brother ever called his skill pathetic and ever since then, he's been trying to desperately prove him wrong.

he was used to seeing his opponents cry, weep and stare at him with hatred after he obliterated them in soccer—he enjoyed seeing their distressed faces as they shouted profanities at him. he was amused by it but he knew it wasn't enough.

it's never enough. not for him, anyways.

so why was he so upset over his coach's child? he didn't know. maybe it was just him letting his guard down. he didn't want to feel vulnerable due to her claims.

however, what made him feel worse was the realization that no matter how hard he tried, he'd always be a mere copy of his brother. anything his brother could do, he could too but never to his level.

he hated it. he hated how right she was. if he really wanted to crush his dear brother's dream then he shouldn't be doing it by following and mimicking him now, should he?

but then, a horrifying thought crossed his mind, was he doing it for his goal or was he doing it to prove her wrong?

he'd been playing in this old playground for hours on end, throwing the ball into the goal, over and over again. yet as his attempts increased, he began to realise that no matter how hard he tried, he'd always just be his brother's shadow, a measly number two.

this playground was the remembrance of it-of his innocence of when he trusted his brother to show him the amazing world of football only get his dreams and heart crushed.

but, that was his goal, wasn't it? back when he was young and naive, his goal was to replace his dear brother but that got destroyed, crushed and lost.

just thinking about that memory made him want to punch a wall and scream his heart out. he hated how much his brother's words controlled his life. he was bound to them like chains to a prisoner—he was a prisoner to his brother's words.

'you sure do mimic him a lot on the field.'

those words rang in his mind again.

albeit, was it true? he hadn't watched any of his brother's match since the incident so he wouldn't know. he does remember, however, small fragments of how his brother used to play with his dominant left foot instead of the usual right. he noticed it. he noticed how correct the newcomer was. instead of using his right leg to score a goal. for the entire evening, he'd been using his left, too.

the realisation made him want to break apart his left leg. he truly despised this, so much. but could he ever change it? no, he couldn't.

but, he could focus on his own way of destroying his brother so he would no longer get this frustrated over someone else's words nor would he be just "sae's brother".

he took the ball again, which was laying near inside the goal and put it back into it's place near his leg and kicked it again into the goal, using his right this time.

he didn't care about the fatigue or the build-up of lactic acid in his legs, he just wanted to prove everyone wrong and that's what he was going to do.

he'd changed his way of scoring with his dominant leg instead of his weak one. slowly but surely, he'd change every aspect of his play style to outdo sae itoshi and leave y/n l/n speechless.

but why? why y/n and not just his brother? his only motivation for playing soccer in the first place has been because of his dear brother so why was he thinking of that newcomer now?

it was foreign to him to play soccer for another reason other than to outdo his brother but since your harsh words penetrated his ears, he hadn't been feeling like himself.

was he feeling worse? or was he getting better? he didn't know. all he knew that since he left practice today, his mind had been plagued with your face and words.

why, why, why did she have such an effect on him? she had managed to change his motivations for ever playing soccer.

no, that can't be right. he couldn't. he couldn't play for soccer for another reason other than to prove his brother wrong.

yet even so, he knew it wasn't true. he had many other reasons to play soccer—one of them was you but as long as he could convince himself that his reasons were just about his brother then maybe, just maybe he'll accomplish his goals.

yes, he'd rather live a comfortable lie than face the foreign truth and that was exactly what he was doing right now.

if he could just convince himself then maybe he'll prevent himself from ever feeling like that again.

y/n was tossing and turning across her bed as she mindlessly watched the movie that was playing on her laptop. in actuality, she was just scrolling through her phone while the movie just played in the background-any attention she had for it was lost and given to her phone, instead.

until, she got a notification from her messages app, indicating that she had been added to a groupchat by eita.

she sighed but she expected it since she exchanged numbers with the entire team earlier. she was aware that sooner or later, she'd be troubled by their constant messages.

she turned to lay on her back with her phone held directly above her face as she opened the chat to see what the issue was (since her phone had been ringing non-stop since she got added.)

TAGS !! @vvasant @hugs4shizu @catsrkool @beidousbubz

drew a horribly inaccurate ritsu on the whiteboard but wasn't able to finish it bc the teacher was coming😓

bullies to lovers with kaiser?? yes please

anyways i think i should stop writing about kaiser at this point 💀💀

bully kaiser! who would always snicker at you whenever you answer a question and turns out your answer was wrong.

bully kaiser! who pretends to bump into your shoulder everytime you past each other in the hallway, making you drop your notes to the floor.

bully kaiser! who would stick his leg out and making you trip in the cafeteria, laughing at your clumsy self along with his group of friends.

bully kaiser! who slowly becomes attached to you, disturbing your peace is a must for him and when you seem to ignore him, his heart will feel uneasy because deep down, he wants your attention.

bully kaiser! who came to rescue you when he saw that you were actually being picked on by girls who envy you because you caught his attention and not theirs.

bully kaiser! finds himself getting closer to you day by day by asking you to sit with him at lunch and accompanying you back home after school.

bully kaiser! has his head full of you and you only when his group of friends teased him for having a crush on you.

bully kaiser! finally admits and as he was walking you home, he stopped in front of your door and asked you to go to the soccer match this weekend to support him which you gladly accept his offer (your answer made him wide awake that night btw).

bully kaiser! who saw you in the crowd, smiling and cheering for him during the match as he scored the final goal for you.

bully kaiser! who hugs you after the match, whispering "thank you for coming" in your ear as you quizzically hug him back.

bully kaiser! who holds both of your hands in his and finally confesses to you about how much he likes you and explained how all the stuff he did to you back then was unintentional because all he wanted was your attention (you chuckled at his rambling on this one).

love struck kaiser! who felt sparks flying around him when you kissed him for the first time. you told him that you liked him back and accepted his apology with a smile. thus, that marks his very first relationship journey with you. he doesn't tell this to anyone but he hopes for you both to grow old and even start a family together. god thinking about that just makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

HOKKEPAPA X READER WRITERS WYA???? 😍😍 i've only read one seiya x reader fic and i believe it's the only one that exists . like LITERALLY the only one

Do u still remember that one Episode where Y/N simps for hokkepapa

I'VE WON IN LIFE

But like hokuto's dad is fr fr 😻😻😻

MIKO LIVIN THE Y/N LIFE FR

fo sho hes so fine istg

mao so bitter thsi is why y/n never looks your way /j 🥱

¡! ❝ REDAMANCY .. ❞

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natsume sakasaki x reader smau

warning(s) : cussing,

╰┈➤ synopsis  ❝after yumenosaki academy resident magician and eccentric sakasaki natsume asks you to “go out with him”, you immediately shut him down. so why is he dedicating a song to you at a switch concert? and why are people whispering about you being the cutest couple?❞

ੈ✩₊˚TAGLIST : @miihai @shionszz @ikasaeki @zephestia @1072v @drihihihi @homonatsume @lialibrary @hugs4shizu @mikctp @emikoisdead @ara-arashi @disa-ster @tjjjrsj @solemn-soliloquy @bxkugzo @buns-inhiding @calxrein @gxwesn // ask/comment to be added/removed! (if you’re in bold i can’t tag you)

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄

❤︎ — PAIRING: itoshi rin x reader

❤︎ — PROMPT: "wait, don't go, please." requested by ☕️ anon

❤︎ — CW: fluff, hurt/comfort, moody + touch-starved rin

itoshi rin has bad days.

beneath his calm, collected, rational exterior, is a human. someone who feels just as deeply as those around him. although, unlike many of those people, rin isn't so good at expressing said feelings. he bottles them up, fights his battles alone and in silence.

you've noticed that much as long as you've been with him.

which is why you aren't entirely surprised when the slam of a door sounds throughout your apartment—loud enough that you can hear it from your bedroom all the way down the hall. his footsteps are heavy with his approach and you set your phone aside to give him your full attention.

rin nudges the door open with his shoulder, the opposite hand running through his hair in irritation. he drops his duffel bag by the dresser and it hits the floor with a thud as he pulls open the drawers in search of some loungewear. you don't miss the way he fails to greet you as usual, with a kiss on your temple and inquiries about your day.

"hey," you start, watching the man stack a folded pair of joggers on the surface, "welcome home." a beat of silence passes, and then more, enough to tell that you won't be getting any response from him.

"rough day?" you probe, hoping the question will elicit a reply.

and it does, just not the one you're looking for. "i'm getting in the shower," rin tells you, never turning to face you. instead, he steps into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

you sigh at his blatant resistance to talk things through with you, but you're not angry—far from it, actually. you know this routine. he shuts down in an attempt not to take his frustrations out on you and disappears until the stress he's under begins to seep away.

there's no telling how long he'll spend beneath the stream of steaming water but you want to be ready for him when he gets back.

on the other side of the door, in the room where the mirror begins to fog up and the water pelts the tiles, rin stands unmoving under the shower head. an overwhelming number of thoughts are crowding his skull—thoughts of his less-than-ideal performance during today’s practice, thoughts of his stagnant progress, thoughts of inferiority. but most of all, thoughts about how the aftermath of his shitty day was taken out on you are ruthlessly nagging at him.

he shouldn't have done that. you've always told him that you're on his team, by his side, here to help the best you can. and he knows it's true but on days like these, it's hard for him to believe that he can rely on anyone but himself.

until he can convince himself that he deserves any consolation, relief, sympathy from you, rin scrubs away at his skin, soapy blobs running down his body and into the drain.

when he opens the door, rin’s heart feels lighter in his chest upon seeing that you haven’t left. you must have gotten up for a moment though because sitting on the mattress with you is the hair dryer. there's a bowl of fruit on your bedside table, too. the motion at the en suite catches your attention, leading you to drag your gaze up from your phone in favor of looking at rin. you offer him a small smile as you set the device on the surface to the left of you.

“want me to dry your hair?” you reach forward to grab the dryer, waving the appliance to emphasize your question. there's no sign of resentment or bitterness in your voice—it's just as easygoing as it had been when you greeted him.

rin swallows and nods. "sure."

"sit," you instruct him with a finger pointing to the ottoman at the foot of your bed. he wordlessly follows your command, turning around to take a seat on the furniture while your knees dig into the mattress to meet him there.

the hair dryer whooshes to life in your hand, a rush of warm air hitting the back of rin's head and sending damp strands of dark green hair forward. that and the feel of your fingers gently shaking out and separating the strands calms rin to his core. it's nearly enough to make him forget about the unfavorable happenings of his day.

all too soon the sensation is gone and you're sitting back on your calves.

"all done," you tell rin. "get comfortable. i'll put this away."

you sneak off to return the blow dryer to its rightful place in the bathroom and quickly wash your hands before joining rin back in your bedroom. spotting rin resting against the pillows, you round the bed and perch yourself beside him, patting your lap in a silent gesture for him to lay his head there.

the side of rin's face presses against your thighs in the new, relaxing position. the weight of his head is comforting and enough to tell you that the shower helped clear the fog of frustration from his mind. still, you don't want to pressure him into talking about something he doesn't want to share so, instead, you grab the porcelain bowl from your table and pluck an apple slice from the dish. you hold it to rin's lips, coaxing him to take a bite.

he does, a small nibble at first before his incisors break off bigger chunks. you feed him, stealing pieces of the sliced fruit here and there while your other hand runs through the silky strands of hair splayed out on your lap. it keeps up this way until the bowl is empty.

you make a move to get up and rinse the dish out but you don't make it far.

"wait, don't go." rin speaks, his hand shooting out to stop yours from pulling away. his fingers loosen around your wrist but he doesn't let you go entirely, as if he's afraid that you slink away if he does. the next thing he says is much quieter, just above a whisper. "please."

any plan you have to leave the bed dissipates with his words. you fall back into the softness of the pillows behind you, fingernails grazing the nape of rin's neck. teal eyes framed by thick lashes stare up at you. behind them, you're almost sure there's a glint of desperation. you nod. "i won't."

rin takes a moment to collect his thoughts, to formulate the right words.

"i'm sorry," he starts. it comes out slowly, not because he's reluctant to say so but because he wants to be sure you hear him. "for being short with you. i wasn't my best at practice and i made it your problem. i shouldn't have and i'm sorry."

he doesn't look away from you once during his admission, blue-green irises boring into you.

you smile and squish rin's cheeks together, causing his lips to poke out in a pout. your gesture may be silly, but you really do appreciate him saying sorry. "apology accepted. just remember, i'm always on your side. always."

he pulls your hand away and kisses your palm. "i know. and... thank you."

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