Types Of Girls

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

girls go to college to get a degree in a program that they were once excited for but have since had all the enjoyment sucked out of it and is no longer a baseline requirement in an increasingly competitive and demanding workforce

I love being a woman in stem, I say as my phone is at 1% and I speak these last dying words to you while my research proposal sits in front of me, unfinished

sending so much love to everyone who feels like they’re never chosen as the best friend, as the partner, as the favorite. sending love to all of you who have been treated and felt like second best. sending love to all of you who have felt rejected and unwanted. to all of you who have had to try really hard to fit in because you felt like you never will. 

you are so loved. you will be seen and heard by the right people. you can trust that you are valuable and not defined by other people’s perceptions of you. if someone doesn’t see your worth, it doesn’t mean it isn’t there.

I wonder if you know how they live in Tokyo

“red or blue?” kuroo holds out two ties in front of you, his dress shirt sleeves rolled out to his elbows and you avert your gaze to ignore the lazy smile he has on.

“blue dulls out your eyes,” you say, voice flat as you turn your back away from him.

you grin, “if you wear the red you might seduce Hinata enough to recruit him.”

“oya,” he hums, taking a step closer towards you, ignoring the fact that you’re still trying to shuffle away. “you’re not mad at me anymore?”

you roll your eyes. it’s been a few weeks since he left your anniversary dinner early to pick bokuto up from the airport, and honestly, your anger’s flamed out a bit dull now, but of course, that doesn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy him striving for your affection for just a little bit more.

you turn to face him, ignoring how his grin widens and you push his hand away.

you take the red tie in your hands, glaring as you stare at his face and he relaxes in your touch as you bring the fabric around his neck.

you’ve never seen him actually fix his tie perfectly before— no, it’s always been you behind the beauty of those knots, and by the way you see partial relief in his eyes, you know he knows this too.

“i’m mad at my husband,” you tell him, focusing more on looping the red fabric in your hands than the way he's trudging to bring his face closer to yours.

you sigh, “but if the head of JVA asks me which tie makes his eyes pop then i’m obviously going to help him in that.”

“the head of JVA is lame,” kuroo pouts, his hand pushing yours away for a second and brings your face to look up to his.

he tells you, softness in his voice, “your husband misses you.”

you push him off, “whatever.”

ignoring his groans, you leave the room. the soft placing of your steps indulging in the annoyed muttering of your name.

you call out with a concealed grin, “i’m going to shower.”

it doesn’t take long for kuroo to come to where you stood, his grin lazy and inviting — like the ones he’d give you every time he insisted on paying for dinner.

there’s a towel thrown over his shoulder. disregarding the fact that he’s already dressed and ready for work, he stands over you.

his eyes sly as he says, “what a coincidence, i’m going to shower too.”

“nope.” you snort, pushing past him. “nice try though.”

he groans, throwing his head back and he looks to you, pleading, “it’s been three weeks.”

you smile. the first one all day. “too bad, but i am still mad at my husband.”

“screw him,” kuroo’s quick with his words, his words entangled with a string of laughter, and he inches closer to you, “sleep with the head of JVA instead, he’s wearing a stunning red tie— i heard it makes his eyes pop.”

you laugh. the one that you only had reserved for his annoying jokes, and you don’t notice it but there’s only fondness in his eyes as he stares at you.

he missed you so much.

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hiii omg if there is a spot left, i’d love to do the kissing booth!! my ideal kiss would be slow, passionate, teasing, and fun! and my fandom is hq and id pair you with konoha!!

💋 whose pair of lips had the chance to capture yours...

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MIYA OSAMU

🎠 dream carnival : anniversary and milestone event

gojo gets so lost in your deep, slow kisses that he doesn’t even realise he’s stopped thrusting into you until you’re knocking at his chest and grumbling about how you were so close a second ago until he stopped

net benefits | itadori yuuji x f!reader

warnings: 18+, f!reader, dubcon voyeurism, mutual masturbation, unprotected sex, drinking

w/c: 8.1k (actually on crack)

a/n: this is officially my longest work (wack) as well as my piece for @undersero‘s trope trove collab! the trope i started with was fake dating, but (inevitably) i also weaved in mutual pining and idiots in love and of course the trusty there’s-only-one-bed. i loved writing this and i hope you love reading it!

fake dating has its perks. 

nobara no longer nags you to go to her wild girls nights that end up with her making out with some hot stranger and you awkwardly trying to pry her off of them. men on the street stop hitting on you when they see the hand wrapped in yours. your parents phase out of signing you up for online dating accounts, forcing you to sift through an endless stream of emails from people that swear that they’re ‘the one’. on your end, there’s only net benefits. 

the same goes for itadori. he doesn’t have to pester fushiguro to try out new restaurants—he can just drag you along instead. gojou-sensei doesn’t try and set him up with the girls that give him their numbers. and he’s really looking forward to that valentine’s day discount that his favorite bakery has for couples. 

so yeah. net benefits for everyone.

but, by far, the best part of fake dating is getting first dibs on room choice during your friend group’s annual summer vacation. 

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