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i love YOU

(SHE’S) JUST A PHASE INTRODUCTIONS

bandmates (derogatory)

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extras!

• they’re in a band what gave it away?

• the band is semi famous called trident and doing pretty good considering they only got together almost a year ago

• megumi plays electric, yuta is on bass, yuji plays drums and toge is on vocals (ironic right)

• megumi and toge are constantly fighting 24/7 and yuta has given up on telling them to stop so instead he just ignores them (ignorance is bliss)

• they all live together - yuji, megumi and toge were all fighting over who gets the ensuite and yuta was like “can i have it” and they all agreed

• everyone loves yuta

• megumi has like 3 different locks on his door to stop yuji from stealing his clothes (he always finds a way to get in somehow)

• satoru is their manager and books their gigs

• megumi was the first to get his own fan edit and toge was LIVID like he actually threatened to quit (but they all knew he wouldn’t) but to stop his tantrum yuji and yuta both had to collectively learn to edit to make toge an edit of himself

• it worked

• toge def is the one that interacts with his fans the most

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(SHE’S) JUST A PHASE INTRODUCTIONS

365 party GIRLS💚

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extras!

• yn, maki, nobara & panda all live together in an apartment together (for like a year now)

• all characters are in their early 20’s

• yn and nobara met on the first day of college when they sat next to eachother in econ together, they proceeded to shit talk the whole lesson and did NOT get any work done. (yn is on the verge of academic probation)

• yn also works part time at a radio station on the weekdays

• they met panda at a club (whose surprised) in the girls bathroom bc he was scared he was gonna get tetanus from the guys bathroom and they didn’t question it

• they actually bonded for a good hour in the bathroom

• he introduced them to maki who was also the bartender and they got fucking shitfaced

• best night they all had in a while (besides maki as she had to look after all of them)

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(she’s) just a phase - m. fushiguro

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pairing: megumi x f!reader

status: ongoing

tags/warnings: reader is a party girl, megumi is in a band, modern au, characters are aged up, enemies to lovers, opposites attract, smau, alcohol/drinking, language, slightly suggestive, smoking, arguments, very slight angst buried under humor, probably will be out of character, please note warnings may change as story progresses, and to check each chapter for individual warnings

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INTRODUCTIONS: 365 party GIRLS💚 | bandmates (derogatory)

CHAPTER ONE: tbc

CHAPTER TWO: tbc

THERE SHE GOES .ᐟ | akaashi.k

SYNOPSIS: after a messy breakup with her highschool sweetheart, y/n is sworn off love until she meets a journalist who's covering the wedding she's in.

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pairing: akaashi x fem!reader

tropes: grumpy x sunshine, one night stand, drinking buddies, one-side enemies to lovers, 2000's rom-com vibes, opposites attract, angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: drinking, one sided relationships

a/n: 2000's rom-com have been on my mind for so long.. so this is HEAVILY inspired by 27 dresses (this is story is set in nyc btw..)

there she goes playlist | y/n aesthetic | akaashi aesthetic

TABLE OF CONTENTS .ᐟ

INTRODUCTIONS - gossip girls | ctrl freaks

chapters coming soon.

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where you don't see me : miya osamu

status: coming soon

tags/warnings: tennisplayer!reader x musician!osamu, friends (🤨) to lovers, pre summer olympics in japan (please just pretend the timeline works i literally cannot think about the times and dates, it is in fact too much work), two stupid yearners, two idiots, probably inaccurate depictions of tennis, warnings will be at the top of each part :).

cantaloupe island

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chapter 4- tea for two

atsumu leans against the front entrance to the diner. it’s dark out, and the neon lights illuminate against his face. the blue glow casts a light over his blonde hair. he checks the time on his phone, 7:59. he can see through the window of the diner that it’s packed full. with one minute to spare, you show up. as you step closer to him the blue light envelopes you along with him. ”hey.” you say as he pushes away from the wall.

“hi. so, i assume you dragged me here for jazz?” he asks. you laugh.

“you assumed right. i’m surprised you even showed up if you knew, since you hate jazz so much.”

he doesn’t answer, but blushes slightly. the light masks it though. atsumu pulls open the door, stepping aside as you walk in front of him.

“i’ve got us a table saved. my friend works here.” you say, pushing through the crowd. as you walk, you grab hold of atsumus arm, dragging him to a small table right in front of a small makeshift stage. a small jazz group is onstage. atsumu recognizes akaashi, he stands in the back, tuning a double bass. he looks up from his instrument as you wave at him, smiling.

the two of you sit down at your seats, they are pushed closer together than a usual restaurant set up, making sure that all seats can see the group. everyone shoved into the restaurant seems to know each other, and atsumu can’t help but feel a bit left out. the feeling doesn’t last for long, because you are quickly wrapping up the conversation with whoever you were talking to and turning to him.

“i’ve made it my goal to convince you to like jazz.” you say, staring intensely into his eyes. he feels like he’s being looked through.

“jeez, are you obsessed with me or something?” the joke delivery comes out a bit awkward. you don’t laugh, but he appreciates the slight smile that cracks through your serious appearance.

“i’m obsessed with making you appreciate the greatest form of music. you just need to agree to be open to it.” ”it sounds like i’m agreeing to sell the rights to my life.”

you don’t react, you simply look at him more pointedly.

“alright, i’ll trust you.”

at his words you smile wide, laugh, and turn to the stage. as the music starts, you whisper quietly to atsumu. ”this is one of akaashis other groups, they don’t play together often, but when they do it’s basically angelic.” as you watch the band play, atsumu watches you.

he appreciates the way you barely blink, eyes flittering around to each different musician in the group. the smile on your face and the light in your eyes. the way you love jazz makes him want to love it even more, but then he hears the music. he could appreciate the music at onigiri miya, when you were on piano.

“you are a lot better than this piano player.” he whispers in your ear.

you laugh quietly and swat his leg under the table.

“so rude.” you whisper back. ”you’re the one laughing. you know it’s true.”

you roll your eyes at him, and turn your focus back to the music.

as the band finishes up, you stand and cheer, clapping your hands together quickly. atsumu follows suit, clapping along with you, your hips bumping into each other.

as you leave the diner, you turn to him. ”so….? have you changed your mind?”

he has been convinced. the music was good. it was great the first time you played it too. jazz is beautiful, and so are you. is it really that wrong if he continues to pretend to hate it to spend more time with you? no. just a few more times spent together, and then he can admit he likes it.

“nah, still not my favorite.” he says, not looking directly at you.

you groan.

“ugh. fine. come by my apartment tomorrow, you can sit in on some of my lessons.” you say, typing the address into your messages.

“i’m totally determined to change your mind. see ya tomorrow miya.” you say with a smile, as you part ways.

a/n: hi friends, i'm back!!! sorry school been kicking my BUTT!!! but i'm back!

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⌕ you want us to solve what?!

⌕ a k.bakugou, s.todoroki, i.imidoriya (seperately) x reader interactive smau series

⌕ she needed a new start, and japan's hero commision needed the world's best of the best private investigator. now that y/n l/n was asked to be stationed in japan, she'll be working side by side with the country's top three heroes to uncover a stalker's disguise. will they be able to find a solution for the case? and along the way, maybe a solution for her broken heart too.

⌕ pro hero!au, big three x reader, strangers (?) to co workers to lovers (?), swearing/language, fem!reader (reader is referred to with she/her pronouns), stalker activity, maybe ooc izuku I'm sorry</3

⌕ status: coming soon!

(☏) for chapters with written portions

⌕ frans' 1k special! readers will be able to decide the fate of characters involved in the series! who'll work with who, who'll make moves on the reader first, who'll go on dates with who? you get to decide!

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⌕ the series and whole concept of this is inspired by Panorama!!!, an Interactive Haikyuu SMAU series by the loveliest herself, @zumicho !! it's an amazing series. make sure to check it out along with ree's other works!!

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wild youth

prologue | friday

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beginning track . . . dreams

cw/notes : allusion to dissociation, self deprecation, stress, anxiety, repetitive statements done on purpose

words to know/educational jargon :

She groaned as her eyes scanned over the room, assessing the damage done by the day that wreaked havoc on her nerves. The last student left for the day just moments before, their bus being, unfortunately, twenty minutes late; and she waved them off with a bright smile before it dropped - a false sense of joy washed away within seconds.

An entire week of stress, meetings, parent conferences - some better than others, lesson planning, and putting out fires that constantly seemed to pop up no matter how hard she tried. She was tired, riddled with exhaustion, as her eyes glanced over the mess that was made of her classroom.

Broken pencils littered the floor, a forgotten lunch box on a desk, colored pencil shavings on a table she had told a child to clean up that was obviously neglected, and crayons and markers strewn about a handful of desks. Her desk was a mess as well: papers, worksheets, sticky notes, dry erase markers, and ink pens scattered carelessly on the old wood tabletop - not an inch of it could be seen from how much stuff was on top of it. But worst of all, the unsavory muddled smells of crayons, sweat, and cheap perfume still lingered within the classroom. It didn't matter how many plug-ins she had, the smell was there to stay; sometimes she thought it was engraved within the walls.

"Fuck," a whisper of a curse to herself as she rose from her chair and stretched. A series of pops and cracks from her joints sounded as tired muscles pulled to release tension. Her eyes flickered towards the clock placed on the back wall, her arms still stretched above her head, and dropped them to her sides with a defeated sign upon seeing the time.

It was time to leave, yet she still had so much to do.

She couldn't help the thoughts that began to swirl in her mind; she let her thoughts run wild after every school day because that was the only sliver of peace she had. Not clouded by a million and one questions that she always, willingly, provided an answer to. Not disillusioned by worry of where, when, what, who, why, and how. After school was peaceful and still.

After school was all too quiet.

It was a silence that made her ears ring and her leg bounce. Silence that was willingly accepted without a second thought, but came with a dreadful price. It was Friday, the start of the weekend, yet all she could think about was how much she had to grade, how she had to clean up before she left, how she would waste the entire weekend doing nothing but plan. It was a silence welcomed with open arms and she felt it grab her, felt it hug her, until it pulled away and yanked her to the deep chasms of her mind where all that was depraved settled. Becoming so used to the unsettling feeling, she let it.

She didn't realize she had zoned out, didn't realize she placed a hand over her mouth in thought - made a mental checklist of all the things she needed to do - and she surely didn't realize the man who now leaned in the doorway to her classroom with hands shoved in his pockets. Tall and slender, with stark gray hair that other coworkers poked and prodded at; the distasteful comment of "you're too young to be gray already" would follow him relentlessly. He had rolled up sleeves that stopped at the elbow, albeit a bit jostled from the terror of a day he had as well, and he dressed comfortably but professionally. And dark brown eyes, weary and strained, that looked over her before a smile pulled onto his lips. Maybe he remained there relatively too long in silence, or maybe just enough in his mind; either way, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

"You look like you just came back from war," he chuckled. His voice caused her to take a sharp inhale; the stress that had her by the arms surged her right back up with one single sentence. Her eyes snapped over to the sound and she went rigid, body tensing at the thought of having to answer yet another stupid, god forsaken, ridiculous question. He couldn’t help but snort at her reaction as he took a step inside, brown eyes flickering over the room with a twinge of curiosity. “Damn, it looks like a war happened here too.” But just as soon as his eyes glanced over the room they returned to her. She was less rigid than before, but tense as he watched her take a deep breath and sit back down.

“Thanks, Suga. As always, you’re incredibly insightful.” Sarcasm riddled within her tone that made him chuckle again. He moved to sit on one of the many desks within the space, choosing one that, at least, looked clean and was cleared off. He took his hands out of his pockets once he sat down; the little desk looked even smaller under him, his feet still touching the floor. And watched as she slumped down in the chair, noticeably tired, her eyes dark and expression matching one of complete and utter woe.

“How was your day?” A halfhearted question he knew she didn't truly want him to answer, a pleasantry that was almost laughable to him. “I hope it was as good as mine was.” Another sardonic statement followed by a wry smile.

There it is, he thought to himself with a small smile. Placing his hands behind him, pale fingers slipping onto the group of desks connected to the one he sat on, he leaned back ever so slightly with a sigh. He hummed, tilted his head to the side as he thought for a moment, and wracked his brain over the hellish events of his own day. “Well, my room looked about the same as yours,” She rolled her eyes, which only furthered him to continue. “But wait there's more! I had to call someone’s mom because they told their friend to fuck off and tried to push them down the stairs after.” Spoken through a chuckle as he recalled the day, adding humor to the situation was the only way, for both parties, to make it manageable and stay afloat.

She laughed.

God. He always swore he felt the world stop spinning when she laughed. To him, it was the best sounding thing in his life, and at a moment like this - seeing her as tired as she was - he reveled in it. “Fair enough,” she shrugged with a small smile. She glided past the comment easily, though he still reeled over her laugh alone, and she smirked once she locked eyes with him. Her eyes boring into his own that made him swallow hard. “But I think I still have you beat, Suga.”

“Do you now?” It was a running competition, of sorts, where both tried to one up each other by means of fiendish anecdotes from their day. Either, one was deemed a winner or it got too frustrating to continue. The latter was the usual, rather predictable, ending; and they both would sit collectively in silence through grief upon hearing wretched story after story.

“I got observed today.”

“So did I.’ He leered, thinking he, again, had her at a stalemate. But his expression fell almost immediately as she continued.

“I know you did, your’s was in the morning. Mine was after recess.”

There was a small pause before he lifted a hand to his mouth, desperately trying to contain the laughter that wished to leave him. But to no avail, as it bubbled from his lips anyway, leaving muffled and broken through his palm. Deep down, he felt rather bad for laughing about a situation that gave her grief. However, if he didn’t laugh, he would surely fall into the deep pits of sorrow and tension; because only he knew just how truly gut wrenching a half baked observation was.

His choked back giggles made her groan and she picked up a stray dry erase marker off her desk. Looked at him through narrowed eyes before she ultimately decided to throw it at him. “I hope your next one is after a field trip, dickhead!”

He was quick to dodge the stray marker, shifted down to duck when he did, but it only made him laugh harder. He completely neglected covering his mouth, dropping his hand to the desk as his laughter rang through her classroom. It was refreshing to hear, palpable, and happy - a sound that, despite the reason, she was all too accepting to hear. “You're evil to wish that upon me."

If there was an award for how many times the woman rolled her eyes, she certainly would've won by now. However, her standoffishness was always met with a cheeky reply and a smile from him. Not once did he ever take such actions, and sometimes slick words, to heart as he knew the origin of them to a tee - fatigue. Knew first hand that she ripped herself open throughout the day only to be left with a gaping wound in the aftermath when everyone went home. Overstimulated, burnt out, and tired were the trifecta of moods he knew down to a science.

“How do you think it went?” Asking once his laughter had dwindled and he turned the conversation to that of sincerity. But the look she gave him in response to the question was telling; he felt his heart strings pull taut at the amount of despair in her eyes. Hidden unfathomably well, if anyone else were to look at her they wouldn't have realized - but he did. Swirled behind a front, buried deep within her mind, but as soon as he saw it he frowned. “Not well, huh?”

He watched as she closed her eyes with yet another sigh, this one deeper than the last, and rested her head against the back of the chair. “Not at all.” The former sarcastic, almost mischievous, voice scorned. “Sometimes I wonder if they think I'm a good teacher at all and not just some warm body as a placeholder.” Said quieter than her latter statement, as if she were too afraid to admit such self depreciation aloud.

“Don't say that.” The man decided to sit up straighter, realizing that the conversation wasn't comfortable anymore, wasn't playful banter as reality set in. He put his hands in his lap instead of on the desks behind him, and looked at her like she was a woman of significance - because, to him, she was. “Don’t beat yourself up about something you have no control over.”

“That’s the problem, Suga,” the once snappy defensiveness he knew, and loved, changed to that of vexation. “It didn’t look like I had control of a class full of fucking ten year olds.”

“Do you remember last year when a kid almost made me cry?” A rhetorical question, and she opened her eyes to look at him in annoyance. Lips parted to tell him that his question had no significance to the issue, that it didn't pertain, but he cut her off. “What about when I was ten minutes late picking up my class from art because I fell asleep? I have never heard the end of it from her by the way, she still tells me every art day that she’s surprised I'm on time. Or how about last week? When I accidentally said orgasm instead of organism, and had to tell every fucking parent in my class I did?”

There was a ghost of a smile on her lips as she remembered last week's events; how the man had to call and grovel over a silly slip of the tongue. But it fell almost as soon as it came, dropping once her thoughts continued to shatter her self confidence. “Well at least you have a hold of your class.” She often measured her own abilities according to his own and to her, she always fell short. Better classroom management, better content, better everything - she felt her heart sink once the words left her lips.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, brown eyes looking at the woman in near frustration. “Do I need to remind you about Valentine’s Day last year?” He watched as she grimaced shook her head. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. So before you keep on telling yourself things that aren’t true, remember that if you’re a bad teacher that makes me an even shittier one.”

She looked at him a moment, letting a silence pass them before she cast her eyes downward to her desk. A wave of foolishness struck her in the chest and made her breathing stagger. Not once did he ever allow her to undervalue herself or her abilities, she didn’t know why she thought he would do so now. Even still, whilst feeling dull, she locked eyes with him and fixated. A benevolence within him that made her take a deep breath, a seriousness in his eyes that ruffled the edges of her soul. “Alright,” she nodded, “you’re right.”

With a small breath, and once again breaking his eye contact, she began to arrange the scattered papers on her desk, hoping to start cleaning up the clutter of her space. But her thoughts continued on, swirled amongst the chasms and gullies in her mind. Twisted and turned until she felt dizzy, nauseous -  stupid. She didn’t notice her expression was so readable, anxious as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. Felt the ripple of unease and daftness begin to sink its claws into her, creating indentations next to others from the past; she knew full well that she couldn’t pry it off, as it only resulted in tearing herself apart when she did.

Within her apprehensive mind, she heard him sigh and the legs of a desk screech from him getting up. She chose not to look up at him, as he would quickly become aware of how she felt - but he knew regardless. Knew that walls seemed to come crashing down on her, and the water was rising with every second that passed. The longer he watched her wade in it, the harder it became for her to make the decision of sink or swim. So he turned upon standing, and began picking up the loose papers, pencils, and miscellaneous items on desks and the floor. Not having been asked, but wished to help regardless, a silent agreement as their eyes met for a fraction of a second before she turned away again.

“Do you want to get a drink with me tonight?” Asked through a breath, a nervousness riddled within his words that was subtle. A subtly that she barely caught but made her stomach tie into knots when she did.

“A drink?”

“Yeah.” He smiled, one that she couldn’t find herself to look at. A restlessness swirled in her stomach once the question was asked, the sickly sensation lurching her from the waves of anxiety to the vice-like grip of timorousness. No longer being crushed by a weight of responsibilities but cracking under the pressure of minute advances - she would be lying if she said she didn’t like it. Couldn’t trick herself into believing she didn’t enjoy the coyish flirting, saccharine smiles given, or brown eyes that looked at her in sheer infatuation. “C’mon-” he coaxed. “You’re stressed out, and you deserve to not think about teaching for once in your life. Besides, we can disappoint parents by having lives outside of here.”

A breath of air passed through her nose at his latter statement, a small smile pulling at her lips at the thought. “I hope they see us there,” she mused, letting a gentle chuckle follow despite her disposition. “Let them call the principal and everything.” She saw him pause, holding a broken pencil in his hand as he turned to look over to her, and watched as his smile grew at her words.

“So you’re coming with me?”

Biting at her bottom lip to hide the smile that wanted to stretch at her lips, she locked eyes with him once more. “Are you paying?”

“If it gets you to say yes, then sure I’m paying.”

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a song for every moon ✶

a mollyrolls x bruno major collab

fics inspired by this album. updated when i can.

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✶ wouldn't mean a thing; iwaizumi

✶ there's little left; bokuto

✶ the first thing you see; kita

the night shift — frolickers and fiddlers

kageyama tobio ᡣ𐭩 convenience store employee and casual volleyball player (much to shoyo’s demise). listening > sharing. can’t finish a cup of coffee without feeling violently ill. recently discovered faye webster and is still recovering.

hitoka yachi ᡣ𐭩 barista at new grounds. in a very coquette brat phase. will get down to adrienne lenker. the sweetest of sweethearts, but a little bit judgmental (in private).

tadashi yamaguchi ᡣ𐭩 barista at new grounds. serious matcha enthusiast — has a list of go-to brands and probably steals some from work. kpop gg lover. can’t eat meals without a video essay.

hinata shoyo ᡣ𐭩 pro volleyball player and aespa enthusiast. current favorite song is armageddon, which has been blasting around the house for weeks. half sweetheart half hater.

the night shift — workaholics

y/n l/n ᡣ𐭩 convenience store employee who takes up almost every shift. chronic sleeper. copes in unconventional ways. avid enjoyer of the big three — coffee, tea, and matcha.

kenma kozume ᡣ𐭩 twitch streamer with a plethora of other careers. owns a cat that no one except yn is allowed to touch. rich homebody. drinks an unhealthy amount of monster daily.

kuroo tetsurou ᡣ𐭩 JVA employee with a twitter addiction. depop warrior. probably doesn’t read half of the books he owns. loves debriefing over coffee, no sugar, no cream.

ᡣ𐭩 kageyama tobio x reader

ᡣ𐭩 hybrid smau, fem reader, convenience store au, coworkers to lovers, meet-ugly, miscommunication, guilt, self-deprecation, unnamed ex, unhealthy relationship (past), unhealthy coping mechanisms, mentions of drinking and smoking, kys/kms/die jokes

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workaholics | frolickers and fiddlers

prologue

day 1: an accident ✦

day 2: warmth ✦

- interlude 0.1

day 3: girl failure

- interlude 0.2

day 4: waiting in vain

day 5: forget about it ✦

day 6: slow down ✦

day 7: an old promise

day 8: intentional

day 9: in silence

day 10: to be better

day 11: an exchange

day 12: understand ✦

day 13: same routine ✦

day 14: i like her ✦

wild youth

pairing : sugawara koushi x f!reader

content : smau/written hybrid, smau is only texts between them, self indulgence at it's finest, both suga and reader are teachers, timeskipped characters, friends/coworkers to lovers

series content warning : language, drinking, stress, humor as a coping mechanism, very human emotions (including, but not limited to: anger, stress, sadness, anxiety), me hammering home that teachers are human too, some educational jargon (definitions given as needed), probably ooc, typos probably [more warnings may be added , check each chapter for warnings]

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part 0.5. MITOSIS

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