Have You Heard, Have You Heard? Someone In The Crowd Whispers, The Circus Is Coming To Town.

“Have you heard, have you heard?” Someone in the crowd whispers, “The circus is coming to town.”

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The distorted music coming from the giant tent is ringing in your ears. The night has fallen, but the lights the circus provides gives the impression that it’s still daytime.

Floods of people are entering the tent, they seem never-ending, but the tent always has a place for more people. People who exit the tent have souvenirs, colorful hats, and unusually big candies. Some are with family, some are with friends, but they all have a smile on their lips, eyes sparkling with the miracles they just witnessed.

You witnessed it, too.

You’re fresh out of the show that had ended. The torch-lit room still makes you shiver when you think of it, excitement prickling on your skin despite the show already being over.

You saw a man carry an elephant in his arms without breaking a sweat, the hypnotizer who can command people at will, a man creating ice and fire out of thin air, there was even someone who could make explosions with his hands. A pink-skinned girl, invisible girl, a man with 111 piercings, a redhead with skin as hard as a rock- they all had something weird, special about them.

You are standing in front of the entrance, not going in, neither going out. Your eyes wander over the flyer that’s pinned on the board. It’s the flyer you’ve seen the past week everywhere, the streets are littered with it, but you never picked it and read what was on it. You find yourself looking at it, hoping to feel the remnants of the magic of the show on it.

The paper is adorned with reds, purples, and greens, and you bring your hand up to touch the smooth surface of it as you read the golden, big lettered headline.

“The greatest circus in the world!” It says, listing the shows right under it, you find something similar to envy bubbling inside you as you read about the shows, the quirky people who would be an outcast if they were anywhere but here. You envy them, the life they have, how free they are, going around the world and just being themselves, being as weird as they want, it still gains them money.

A circus is just what you need; you find yourself thinking. Leave your life behind and join them.

“Do you want to see a man lift a whole house with his pinky? Someone who can create explosions out of thin air? There’s more, more to the freaks. Come then, come closer.” You read, unconsciously stepping forward and nearing the paper.

You bite down on your lip, an audible gasp makes your eyes widen when you read the small box that’s in the corner of the flyer.

“Want to be a part of the show?” It says, so small you would’ve missed it any other day. “Show us what you have, and you might become one of us.”

“You have to prove yourself first, though.”

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Summary: Sakusa Kiyoomi loses his wedding ring. 

Pairing: Sakusa / f! reader

Genre: Unadulterated fluff

Wordcount: 600

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Previously: Sakusa Kiyoomi. Bokuto Koutaro. Kuroo Tetsuro. Akaashi Keiji

You open the door to find your home in a complete mess. 

The sofa is slanted (Omi loves his right angles so he’s going to scream), the coffee table is upended (how did it even do that), hell, even your frying pans are scattered all over the kitchen floor. Your first thought is that you’ve been burgled. In hindsight, that’s a pretty laughable assumption – come on, no burgler would be take the trouble of excavating the contents of your fridge.  

But at this juncture, rational thought escapes you as you barge into the house with shoes askew, because Omi should be home by now and if anyone dares to harm even one precious, curly strand of hair on his head you will stab them with your sharpest stilettos– 

“Omi, what’s going on?” 

Sakusa Kiyoomi, all of six foot four, stares up at you from under your bedframe with the air of a mournful cat, one that’s lost its favourite toy and desperately needs its owner’s help to hunt it down.  

You stifle the demented laugh that’s threatening to tear its way through your chest, choosing instead to take a seat on the floor next to your husband, who only huffs instead of verbalizing his complaints. 

“You wanna tell me what happened, darling?” 

He wriggles out from beneath the bed, deliberately avoiding your gaze. “Hey, none of that”, you coo, cupping his cheeks to gently turn his face towards you. “You know you can tell me anything right? What’s bothering you, Omi?” 

You can feel the heat diffusing from his cheeks to the skin of your fingertips when he mumbles almost shamefacedly – “I lost my wedding ring”. 

“Oh”, you tilt your head, mildly confused. “Okay. Shall we get another one then?” 

Kiyoomi glances at you in surprise, mouth falling open. 

“You’re not mad?” 

Your brows pinch together. “No, not at all…Why would I be?” 

“My wedding ring is supposed to be a symbol of my commitment to you, to our marriage”, each syllable trembling with the stress he places on it. “And – and I lost it”. 

“Oh, Kiyoomi”. You drop an affectionate kiss to each dark mole on his face, your way of comforting your husband when he loses himself in his head, when worries plague his mind. 

“It’s just a piece of metal, sweetheart. Who cares if you lose it? Our vows to each other haven’t changed. In good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer –“

“I’ll love and honour you all the days of my life”, he murmurs, a soft smile on his face. 

You find yourself blinking away tears.

“Until death do us part, Omi. Nothing is going to change that. Not you losing your ring, nothing.” 

“Yeah?” 

You gather him into your arms, let him tuck his head under your chin. You count your lucky stars that this beautiful, sweet man has deemed you fit to be the caretaker of his heart for life. 

“Yeah.” 

You both stay that way for a while, Omi curled up in your arms, pliant and completely content until your stomach growls in protest. 

“We’re gonna need to clean the kitchen up so I can feed myself, as much as I love snuggling on the floor.”

Omi makes a sound of protest. 

“Come on, up! Hey, maybe the vacuum cleaner got hungry too and ate your ring – “

You regret your words as Omi strides off, snapping on a pair of gloves, glaring malevolently at the innocent robot vacuum. 

“OI DON’T TAKE THAT APART!”

Love is dead

word count: 290 warnings: none really, just a little angst ahead notes: repost from my old account!

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pspsps happy birthday katsuki <333

“I shouldn’t love you anymore, we just keep colliding.” 

Those were the last words you heard from your ex-boyfriend and the love of your life, Katsuki Bakugou. It’s been months since that fall out happened. That day, you ran to your best friend’s dorm and knocked on the door. Eijirou Kirishima, your best friend since you were both babies. Before he could even say a word, you ran into his arms and just started sobbing. Your painful screams and cries made his heart sink and he already knew the reason why you were this upset.

Kirishima laid you on his bed and told you that he was gonna be right back. He has been through hell with you and as you both were growing up he became very protective of you. You always went to kirishima for everything, and comfort playing the biggest role. Kirishima marches down the hallway to bakugou’s dorm to ask why, just why you but the only answer he got from the blonde was “love is dead.”

Ever since that day it’s just been you and kirishima, kirishima does still talk to bakugou since you three are in the same class together but you do keep your distance. You do talk to your other classmates but you’re afraid to make new relationships. All because of what he said.

You would try to forget the words that he said. You’d try to forget the feeling of being in love, hoping and wishing for someone else to take your breath away like he did. But no one ever has, and no one ever will. 

Love is dead is the last words you heard from him and he is indeed right about that one thing.

Love is really dead.

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Kiss me so you won’t forget

35 An awkward kiss given after a first date. / Kuroo Tetsurou

Request: can I please request Kuroo with 35 from your prompt list? Also childhood friedns maybe? Congratulations on 400 btw!

A/N: wow, this was too much fun to write, it might be because I love Kuroo an unhealthy amount or something else but I kinda liked how this turned out shsjsjeb thank you so much for your request anon!

Warnings: cursing and nothing else, kuroo being too cute maybe oh and its 2,6k its not a warning but still

Pairing: Kuroo x Reader

Synopsis: 6 year old you sealed your promise with Kuroo with a kiss (on the cheek, but its still a kiss… right?) A promise that you would remember and wait each other until Kuroo could buy you a ring. You still remember, but does he?

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Even though you weren’t exactly best friends, you knew who Kuroo Tetsurou was, and really, who didn’t? He was the captain of the volleyball team, one of the most handsome guy around, so smart and so cool, and also your first kiss.

Okay, okay, maybe not your first kiss- it was a small peck on the cheek, but you still counted it. You remembered the day it happened, you and he were playing in the playground, and even though you had just met that day, you felt like you knew each other forever.

He had told you he was going to marry you at the end of the day, and you still remembered the proud smirk on his lips as he promised you, his warm -and dirty- hand holding yours, those odd, golden eyes sparkling. “Just wait,” he had told you, “wait till I can buy a ring.” You nodded, trying to hide your joy from him.

“Promise me you won’t forget me, ‘kay?” He told you with a serious face.

“Okay.” You had muttered, fidgeting your hands.

“And if I see any other boy here playing with you, I- I-” when he couldn’t think of any threats, he held your other hand too, now holding both your hands, looking deep into your eyes. “I’ll be really sad.”

At that, you had smiled sweetly, without thinking much about it, you leaned in, and your lips touched his chubby cheeks. “I won’t forget,” you giggled, a kiss worth a promise. “But you have to promise you won’t forget either.”

And here you were, still remembering the day as clear as day, knowing it was a childish game, but still waiting. You had never forgotten about him, even though you hadn’t seen him ever again, not until the first day of college, anyway.

A freshman, standing in the middle of the almost empty room, looking around like a fish out of water. You had no idea where your class was, and it didn’t help to know your first ever lesson was Chemistry, your arch-nemesis. You thought of asking help from the people around you, but they all looked too mean for you, like they all were watching and snickering at you. Well, it was an exaggeration, they didn’t really care about your presence there, and although some were laughing at the fish-out-of-water expression you had on your face, it was because you reminded them of their first day. 

Still, even though the paranoia you felt wasn’t rational, it was there. So asking just anyone was out of the question. Chewing on your inner lip, you walked out to the hallway, hoping you could at least find a teacher so you could ask where the fuck the chemistry lab was. But instead of going to the d-block as you should’ve, you found yourself out in the garden. 

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Gojo and chopin's music have the same vibe and I don't accept criticism on this.

Focus (on me)

Request (by anon): Congratulations on 400 followers! Can I get Oikawa with 34 from your prompt list? As fluffly as possibe and maybe lil suggestive please :)) THANK YOU!

A/N: Of course, and thank you sm for participating in the event! This was so much fun to write ngl since I’m in love with this dude, like I can’t even explain. I hope you like this!

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x fem!Reader

Warnings: one curse word, is it suggestive? jelaous Oikawa beware / first time I wrote something this short, it’s 1.3k

Synopsis: Your boyfriend isn’t very happy about you spending so much time on a school project with this guy, and he is determined to get your attention somehow

( [F/N] stands for friend/name! )

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You didn’t know why your teachers were suddenly obsessed with making break-out rooms or group projects, but it was getting frustrating at this point. 

You had at least two projects from almost every subject, and you never even found the idea amusing or rational. Group projects were time-consuming, annoying, and especially hard for socially anxious people. 

You were at least glad that you were paired with someone you knew this time, unlike your past two experiences of being paired with people you only knew by name and nothing else. So it might’ve been true that you were a little more enthusiastic about working with [F/N] since you always liked him a bit more than you did others.

You both got along perfectly, had much in common, and you often found yourself bursting into laughter at something he said, laughing till your stomach ached. 

Of course, none of this went missing from your boyfriend, Oikawa. 

At first, he was also glad you finally got to do a project with someone you liked. He laughed when you laughed, watching you with a warm gaze as he sat in the corner of the room till you finished the project or said it was enough for the day so you could go cuddle watch a movie with your boyfriend after.

But then he noticed your meetings started to get longer and longer, well aware of how you often swayed from work and had a conversation instead. And when you weren't on a zoom meeting with him, Oikawa found you texting each other. Of course, it was nothing serious, harmless, friendly texts and memes (he had to admit the guy had taste… the memes were hilarious), and it was mostly about school or how you were doing. And even though knowing all that couldn’t stop him from getting jealous, he couldn’t simply go and tell you he was jealous, could he? 

So he decided to solve this his way.

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