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ON TRACK! [SMAU]

synopsis - In a world where soulmates can hear the songs their partner is singing or listening too at any time, Iwaizumi Hajime wants to know who his soulmate is so he can give them a piece of his mind and tell them to stop singing along to soft lofi songs while he’s in the middle of practice because it’s seriously ruining his cool, calm, and collected image.

pairing - iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader (ft. seijoh and fukurodani)

genre - crack + fluff :) soulmate au!

status - on hold until further notice

started - [10. 18. 20]

ended -

▶ PLAYLIST

a/n: iwaizumi hajime is so perfect and he has the audacity to not exist like fuck you.

[PLAYING: ON TRACK!]

ONE

1 - same dumb bitch

2 - make his pockets hurt

3 - sweaty milk

4 - godzilla soundtrack

5 - yn respect points

6 - get yo girl hajime

7 - not part of it

8 - rewrite the stars

9 - help I’m disintegrating

10 - code pink

11 - hey mamas how u doin

12 - akaashi power duo

13 - cartwheel out of my window

14 - so, I guess we’re soulmates?

15 - the rock wannabe

16 - pretty boy in my dms!

17 - we don’t got this

18 - i’m calling your mom

TWO

19 - she’s glowing

20 - just constipated

21 - good try but no

22 - square up

23 - pick a character flaw

24 - cat boy sus

25 - things change

26 - no secrets

27 - no link attached

28 - clearly lover boy

29 - the hows of iwa

30 - I got my bro back

31 - YN?

32 - the stars in your eyes

…

[tba]

taglist! [OPEN FOR PART TWO; ask or comment to be added!]

𝐬𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 || 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

synopsis: kenma is a well known for his youtube channel and twitch streams for playing games and getting indie games out there. you are a huge fan so it’s normal for you to talk to other fan accounts about how cute kenma is right? it’s not like he is ever undercover or anything

status: COMPLETED

warnings: swearing, suggestive, some angst and some fluff

pairings: !time skip youtuber! kenma kozume x fem! reader, bokuaka, kagehina

i would love to thank @yamagucciii for my great banner !!

taglist: closed

a/n: i honestly mixed up a bunch of stories i have read to one cohesive smau but i love it fjdksl

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kenma’s group

y/n’s group 

part one: farquad could never

part two: get a room

part three: i hate it here

part four: men are hounds

part five: time is a social construct

part six: don’t encourage him

part seven: first contact (written)

part eight: he’s baby

part nine: why would i hurt her?

part ten: you wouldn’t lie

part eleven: body bag

part twelve: i won’t hurt you

part thirteen: you make up a lot of things

part fourteen: never existed

part fifteen: i miss zume- kenma- whatever..

part sixteen: never regret meeting you

part seventeen: just did a bad thing

part eighteen: real smooth romeo

part nineteen: dibs on third wheel (the end)

metamorphosis  —  sm au masterlist.

║ pairing: tattoo artist!suna x f!reader.  ║ genre: angst, fluff.  ║ trope: S2L. mutual pining. tattoo au.  ║ warnings: profanity & some suggestive terms. small mentions of drug & alcohol usage. overbearing & slightly toxic family relationships. ║ synopsis: to change means to modify, to make, or to become different. either an essential difference amounting to a loss of original identity or a substitution of one thing for another, in order to grow, and transform into something or into someone bigger, better, and happier, we need change. no matter how scary and how unsure we are of the consequences that lay ahead of us as we go through these changes, change is inevitable. we just have to want it, embrace it, and be ready to accept it…

› note: originally posted on my old blog ( kithsuna )  › disclaimer: pics used in this au are not mine.

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iwaizumi’s hand hurts.

if he’s honest, he doesn’t remember exactly what happened, it’s not much more than a blur of you—the color of your hair, the sound of your voice, your shaky fingers raising around his arm. he got angry, he wanted to punch the guy, he did punch the guy, and then he was being pulled away from the party and into his own apartment, just a few doors down.

you’d stumbled for his keys, reaching a hand into his back pocket where you knew he kept them, and he’d watched—a little pathetically holding his hand while he waited—and let you unlock the door for him.

and then you’d tugged him inside, told him to sit on his kitchen counter, and went rooting around in his freezer.

and now, his mind is still a little blurry, but you’re standing in front of him and cradling his hand in a bag of frozen peas, and you’re shaking your head at him and mumbling something that sounds an awful lot like a scolding.

and he hates that you look so pretty right now, that, when you’re being drenched in the yellow light of his apartment, when the moonlight can’t even reach you from his blinds, when your brows are creased together and you’re biting at your lip like you’re holding back things that are much worse than what you’ve already been saying (and unfortunately for him, he hasn’t really been listening to those things, so he knows he isn't making it better for himself).

but you look pretty. despite everything, despite the way you sigh when you look at him, despite the fact that you’re his best friend.

“iwa,” you say, tone a little sharp. he snaps back then, gaze finding yours, and he realizes that the way you were biting your lip before wasn’t to stop yourself from saying something worse, but to hold back a smile.

and oh, you’re awful at that.

“are you even listening to me?” you ask, and you sound upset, but then you’re smiling up at him and he isn’t ignorant to the way your fingers twine around his. if he asked, he’s sure you’d say you’re just testing to make sure they don’t hurt. he’s not sure he’d believe you now.

“no,” he replies, “no, i wasn’t.”

you roll your eyes and sigh at him, but you also bow your head towards him until your hair just barely brushes his hand, and he realizes something awful as his fingers curl towards you, as they bend to your will and as he bends to your beck and call—as he wishes to curl his fingers around the curve of your jaw and rise of your cheeks.

he likes you, in the worst, most inconvenient way, he likes you.

and at the time, he hadn’t known why he punched the guy, had only known that the way he was looking at you and the way he kept pushing you to come with him had made iwaizumi angry.

and maybe he should’ve known when you looked so pretty, should’ve known when you smiled at him and he felt the way his own lips tugged upwards in an automatic reply, should’ve known when he texted you first thing when he was out of his classes and should’ve known when he couldn’t be with someone else without thinking of you.

he’s stupid, irredeemably so, but he likes you.

“i don’t know why i try with you,” you say with another little sigh as you bring your head back up, hands still never leaving his.

(he knows it’s for the damn frozen peas, he chooses to think otherwise).

“you know,” you begin, turning his hand in your palm, watching the way bruises bloom over his knuckles. “i could’ve handled it.”

he doesn’t speak, but he raises a brow at you, a little amused smirk pressing creases into his cheeks. you meet his gaze with a little roll of your eyes.

“okay, okay, no. i wouldn’t have handled it. stop looking at me like that.” he laughs at that one, and he doesn’t miss the way you smile at him. “but you didn’t have to do it.”

“and i did it anyway.”

“but you didn’t have to.”

and iwaizumi, irredeemably stupid, irredeemably head over heels for you, knows he didn’t have to punch the guy. he knows well enough that he could’ve just told him to back off, that he’s done it before, that he could’ve dragged you away and thrown some choice words back at him.

so he shrugs, a terrible blush collecting at the tips of his ears that makes him want to press the frozen peas there instead of his throbbing hand, and just looks at you.

“i didn’t like the way he was talking to you. that’s all.”

there’s a little silence that follows his breath, and, for a moment, he’s sure that there’s something you want to say, something on the tip of your tongue that you can’t quite let escape your lips. instead of saying anything though, you look down towards his hand, trace your finger over the knuckles and drag with it the cold water that’s melted onto his hand. you press one of your fingers into the bruises and he winces, hissing a little at the pressure.

“stupid,” you mumble.

“the other guy’s worse than me,” he says, and you laugh again, a weak little thing—hardly more than a rush of breath past your lips.

“i don’t think the other guy is holding peas to his hand right now.”

“good thing i’m not either. that’s what i have you for.” you narrow your eyes at him, leaning forward to swat his arm with the back your hand, but he catches it with his left hand before you ever make contact. “and i’m pretty sure i broke his nose.”

“you definitely did,” you say, a little lighter, a little laughter mixing with the syllables.

and then there’s another bit of silence that chases after your laughter, another moment of your fingers tracing patterns against his skin, of your eyes flitting over his face like you’re looking for something that even he couldn’t find.

he likes you—too much, so much that right now, he can only think about kissing you, can only think about bringing his hand to your jaw and guiding your lips to his. he wants to kiss you as badly as he wants to breathe, wants to kiss you as badly as he wants the throbbing in his hand to stop, wants to kiss you as badly as he wants to listen to your laugh and watch the curve of your smile.

“hey-”

he doesn’t finish the sentence, because next thing he knows you’re leaning up to him, abandoning the frozen peas to instead cradle his face in your hands. they’re cold against his skin, but they’re you and you’re sweet and gentle and suddenly your lips are on his and you’re kissing him for the first time.

and he’s being surrounded by everything that’s you, the smell of your citrus shampoo and your honey perfume, the taste of your mint chapstick on his lips, the feeling of your fingertips across his cheekbones and his along his jaw.

you go to pull away and he raises his left hand to your cheek, pulling you back into him because hell if he’s going to let this end early. he feels the way you laugh into him, feels the pull of your smile against his lips and god he’s going to fall for you.

when you do pull away, when he moves so his forehead is leaned against yours, so he can feel the fanning of your breath against his skin, he hears you whisper.

“you didn’t have to punch him,” you say, and when he goes to protest, you kiss him again, just for a moment to shut him up, “but thank you anyway.”

and then you kiss him for a third time, and iwaizumi decides he’d punch as many guys as needed just to feel this again.

(he doesn’t have to, you’ll kiss him as many times as he allows).

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