Karasuno x gn!reader
warnings: just fluff, friends with the karasuno vbc! minus the managers/coaches
It was love spoken in many different ways. It was different from the love shown by a significant other. No, it was so much more different but it felt just as good, maybe even better.
It was the way…
Daichi never failed to check up on you the days you were feeling out of place.
Sugawara never failed to put a smile on your face.
Asahi gave the best company walking you home at night.
Tanaka told you that you could call for him whenever you ran into trouble.
Nishinoya encouraged(or pushed) you to go through whatever obstacles you were facing.
Ennoshita taught you to give things a second chance, to not give up.
Kinoshita showed you that hard work does pay off.
Narita showed you that being on the sidelines never made you any less significant.
Yamaguchi helped you gain confidence, believe in yourself a little, he said.
Tsukishima helped to keep your grades in check, always good to have a little competition.
Kageyama explained to you all the rules of volleyball, so you could come to their games more often without sitting in confusion.
Hinata managed to always brighten your day with the ball of sunshine he was and whatever he was so avidly talking about.
And you sure as hell loved these boys in your own ways just as theirs.
the leaves are going orange….? babe put on when harry met sally right this minute
Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke
Upstream: Selected Essays by Mary Oliver
Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones
Bluets by Maggie Nelson
Bright Dead Things by Ada Limon
The History of Love by Nicole Krauss
The Eye by Vladimir Nabokov
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoevsky
The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera
The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy
Moonlight Shadow by Banana Yoshimoto
The Woman in the Purple Skirt by Natsuko Imamura
South of the Border, West of the Sun by Haruki Murakami
Convenience Store Woman by Sayaka Murata
Veronika Decides to Die by Paulo Coelho
Exciting Times by Naoise Dolan
The Housekeeper and the Professor by Yōko Ogawa
the eise eisinga planetarium in franeker, the netherlands, the oldest working planetarium in the world. located inside the former home of eise eisinga
Okay so I waited to talk about this until the one-shot was officially posted but now that it has, I want to talk about Asahi's growth after high school.
First of all, the official art. The CONFIDENCE, the STYLE, EVERYTHING. When I saw this art I was like.... yeah. This is perfect. It just...fits. He found his way in the world.
And then we got this beauty:
I am. So proud of him.
So, so, so proud of him.
Cannot describe the way my heart swooned when I saw this.
He came SUCH a long way from being the nervous little kid in high school.
Look how happy he looks.
And with the way he is rubbing the back of his neck, I am assuming they're complimenting his designs.
And honestly? He deserves it because LOOK HOW FUCKING COOL THESE ARE
The green and black one has my entire heart, I wish I had one myself.
Look at where you came from:
Look at you now:
Anyway, I just wanted to say Azumane Asahi (apparel designer for ZealDence) is really fucking amazing and I love him very, very much. He deserves the world.
Thanks for coming to my TED talk.
where does it go. all this love. where does it go
please don’t be mean to me i will literally be on my deathbed replaying it in my head asking myself why i’m such a unique annoyance to society
i am holding my loneliness and she is a teenage girl with puffy eyes, and i love her more than i have ever loved anyone
dabi who has no concept of having loving sex until he meets you
tw/cw: smut, afab!reader, soft dom!dabi, mentions of bdsm, one allusion to prostitution (not reader)
wc: 0.6k
a/n: thought i’d always be too embarrassed to write anything sexually explicit and i AM 🤧
dabi who’s always gotten off to watching sadistic, hardcore bdsm porn and is completely unfamiliar with the concept of sex that means something. i know there’s a whole debate on whether or not he’s a virgin but in my head he’s had his fair share of hook ups with random people he’s met in sketchy places, maybe even coughed up some money during times he was especially horny, pent up and desperate.
and then he meets you and suddenly his dick doesn’t twitch at the sight or even the thought of his hand wrapped around your throat or his belt keeping your hands tied up behind your back? it confuses him because he knows he’s attracted to you, so why isn’t his body reacting the way it’s supposed to? you notice his dilemma, and his definition of fucking hasn’t exactly been doing it for you either. it was alright the first few times, when the sexual tension was at an all time high and you were eager to have him in any way you could; but now you just feel empty, even when he’s balls deep inside you.
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