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Earl Grey

Levi Ackerman x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS!! a few curse words

this took a lot of time im so sorry. tbh the idea for this fic seemed pretty cute in my head. but it didnt turn out like i had expected. i need to do some character analysis of levi. he's hard to write. anyways! hope you like it ;D

Levi looked up from his newspaper at the sound of a bell ringing. Two young girls entered his tea shop, giggling. One of them had curly red hair that fell over her shoulders. The other was a blonde with hair that reached just past her jaw. He glared at them, trying to silence them.

The girls winced and made their way towards an empty table.

"My, my," you said, wiping your hands with the front of your apron. "What would you pretty girls like to drink?"

Levi noted that your tone was cheerful as ever. The smell of pastries wafted from the kitchen and into the tiny cafe. His stomach let out a tiny inaudible growl. He tch-d silently and waited for you to take the girls' order before he could ask you to make him some tea.

After taking their order, which took forever, you walked towards him. A small smile dancing on your lips you said, "What's the matter Captain?"

"I'm no longer a captain and you know that very well, Y/N." He said. He was getting really hungry now and was debating whether to ask you for the pastries or not.

You waved your hand in front of your face. "Oh, I was just joking. But, seriously, what's the matter? You look constipated."

"Tch, brat. I'm hungry. Make me some tea and bring me a pastry while you're at it." He said, annoyed that his toilet humor was being used against him.

"Now, Levi. You didn't say 'please'. You should be a bit more nice." You smirked.

"Will you make me tea or not?" Levi was getting impatient and you were totally not helping.

"Say the magic word," you said in a sing-song voice.

"Tch, fine. Please make me some tea. Now, scram." Levi said, making you pout.

"Yeah, yeah alright Captain." You went into the kitchen, pouting.

Levi skimmed through the newspaper. It had been a pain learning the Marleyan language. But, the two kids, Gabi and Falco had helped him.

"Uncle Levi!"

Levi heard Falco yelling from outside the cafe. Behind him Gabi was munching on some baked potatoes.

Levi sighed. Speak of the devil, he thought.

Falco was quick to approach Levi and ask him about his day.

"I sit on my ass all day and drink some shitty tea. There is nothing special," Levi said. It was true, though. He was wheelchair bound and could not move unless someone pushed him around. Shitty tea was a lie. He was adamant in tasting every type of tea to exist and so far he had liked all of them. Besides, anything you made would never be shitty.

"O-Oh." Falco rubbed the back of his neck, slightly flushed. "Gabi and I went round the city and had some tasty street food."

"A date, then?" Levi asked.

Falco turned a shade redder than ripe tomatoes and stuttered out something Levi couldn't quite understand. He smirked slightly. The two kids were obviously in love. Young love, Levi had seen many of his cadets being lovey-dovey around each other. He couldn't complain, for he himself was in love with you. You knew it and Levi was spared from confessing.

"Levi~" Your playful voice shook him out of his thoughts. You held a tray in one hand while the other was on your hip. "Here have some special tea I made and some pastries, too! I know you're hungry."

You placed the tea and pastry in front of him. Levi looked at the black liquid in the teacup. He knew he hadn't tried it from it's scent. He put the newspaper down and gently held the cup by its rim. He took a careful sip. Not bad. It was bold, like any other black tea but with a slight citrusy taste. Levi liked it.

"Gabi! Falco! Back from your little date? Wanna try this new tea? Onyankopon sent it a while ago," you chirped.

"No, thank you. I'm full-"

"Yes!" Gabi shoved the remaining of the potatoes into her mouth and looked at you eagerly. "Gabi," Falco sighed.

You chuckled and Levi felt his heart race. "There's some in the kitchen. You can have it."

Gabi marched into the kitchen followed by Falco.

"So, Mr. Ackerman"– you winked at Levi–"do you like the tea?"

"Do not wink at me." Levi swore his heart would burst then and there.

"Oh you poor thing," you said in faux sympathy. "You're jealous you can't wink because when you do, it's just a blink."

"Shut up brat." Levi had to suppress the smile that tried to form on his lips.

"Jealous baby."

"What's the name of the tea?" Levi tried to change the topic. And he was curious, too.

"Uhm I think it is 'Earl Grey'. Or that's what Onyankopon said."

"Earl Grey? Fancy," he commented.

"Fancy tea for my fancy man," you giggled.

My fancy man. The words repeated in his head. This time, however, he didn't hold back his smile. He smiled and sipped his fancy Earl Grey tea.

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Too Late

Sakusa Kiyoomi x GN! Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Mentions of thorns, i said 'shit' like once

im not dead heh. i lowkey like how it turned out. have some angst after the two fluff fics. sorry not sorry.

Kiyoomi is 15 and lying on his bed, glaring at the ceiling and trying to burn all his feelings for you. He doesn't want to feel this way. It's pathetic. He tries to find something in you to hate. Were you unhygienic? No. Annoying? Sometimes yes. But he found it cute. Did you hate volleyball? Also no. You weren't really interested in it but that was okay. Not everyone had to like volleyball.

He tries and tries to hate you, to find a reason to stay away from you but fails. He stays up all night trying to push down the feelings. He goes to school the next day with bags under his eyes and feelings for you that were ten times stronger than the day before.

Kiyoomi is 16 and sees you cheering for him in the stands. He had scored the game point by spiking the ball into the opposite court with a deadly spin. You're hugging one of your friends and celebrating. Seeing you so happy made the corners of his lips twitch up. Komori gave a hard slap on his back and went on about how good the spike was. Kiyoomi thanked him and complimented some of his saves that prevented his team from losing points.

Komori took him and you to a cafe nearby to celebrate their win the next day. You congratulated the two volleyball players and talked and talked about Kiyoomi's apparently 'killer' spikes and Komori's 'life saving' digs. You awed at Kiyoomi's abnormally flexible wrists. "Cool," you said with wide eyes and an open mouth. Kiyoomi's chest felt warm and he's thankful for the mask that hid his small smile. He decided not push down his feelings anymore.

Kiyoomi is 18 and has finished packing his bags. He leaves for his university in two days. He will still be in Tokyo, which was good because going to a place foreign to him was slightly scary. The thought of being away from his family, Komori and you made his throat tighten up. He shook his head and heads out of his house. The three of you were going to have a farewell party of sorts for Kiyoomi. It turned out to be just a movie night with a shit ton of snacks at Komori's house.

Komori was fast asleep on the beanbag with his mouth open. The movie was still playing on the TV, though no one was watching it. Kiyoomi noticed that you had moved closer to him. He didn't mind it. He closed his eyes and tries to fall asleep. Though he ended up snapping them open at your voice. Your voice was soft and low and even with the noise of the TV he could make out what you said. His heart beats fast at the confession that left your lips. He doesn't say anything for what felt like hours. Finally, he gathered the courage to look at you. Maybe you were joking. Maybe you said that in a platonic way. But your eyes said otherwise.

The rarely used, emotional part of him begged Kiyoomi to tell you that he felt the same way, to hold your beautiful face in his hands and kiss you. Kiyoomi almost listened. Almost. He swallowed down the truth and lied to you. He told you he didn't feel the same way. That he saw you as nothing more than a friend. Your eyes glowed with unshed tears when you told him that it was okay. You apologized in case you made him uncomfortable and left.

Kiyoomi's throat burned with unsaid words. The lies he said wrapped around his neck like vines, it's thorns pricking his neck. I'm not ready, he reassured himself. He's not ready for you. He would be leaving for uni and he also had to focus on volleyball. He hoped you would wait for him.

Kiyoomi is 22 and plays for MSBY Black Jackals. Komori plays for the EJP Raijin. You work as a sports journalist for Japan's popular sports magazine. Kiyoomi has read a few articles and was extremely impressed. He smiled at the tiny picture of you next to the article. You looked even more beautiful now. The smile he loved so much back in high school was still the same.

During the first two years of college the three of you tried to meet up atleast once every two months. Slowly, once every two months became once every six months which turned into a year. You were all busy with college and side jobs which left no time to catch up with your friends. He was surprised when the feelings he had for you didn't fade away even after years of having little to no contact with you.

This time when Kiyoomi met you again he would confess. He was ready now.

Kiyoomi is 25 and lying on his bed, glaring at the ceiling. He's trying burn all his feelings for you. He doesn't want to feel like this anymore. It's pathetic. He's pathetic. His tears leave a burning trail across his cheek. He doesn't bother to wipe them. Kiyoomi's chest feels tight with unrequited love. His emotions have left the tiny cage he locked them in and reached his throat blocking his airway. Kiyoomi can't breathe and his throat hurts.

He's holding a piece of paper in his hand. He brings it up to his face and sobs harder than ever. He reads what's written on the paper again, just to make sure. It's a wedding invitation. You were going to marry someone who was not Kiyoomi. Kageyama Tobio. You were going to marry Kageyama Tobio, setter of Schweiden Adlers and not Kiyoomi. Kiyoomi looks at it and tries to imagine his name in the place of Kageyama's. It makes him cry even more—the thought of what could have been.

Maybe if he hadn't made you wait, it would have been him marrying you. He wouldn't be crying in his bed and probably would have been cuddling you. If he was ready back then it would have been him with you. But now even though he was ready, you had moved on.

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Dating Headcanons

Jujutsu Kaisen

Itadori's and Megumi's here

Gojo and Geto's here

Sukuna and Naoya's here

♡ Kugisaki Nobara ♡

She's an aggressive lover. Tackles you to the ground and accidentally breaks your neck, "Y/N I love you so much!" You better book a permanent spot for yourself in the ER.

Shows you off to people 'cause she just loves you so much *sobs* She thinks you're the best person besides Maki. Will NOT hesitate to tell you how proud she is of you. Nobara would never let you talk low about yourself. If you're insecure about your features then she'll kiss them and tell you how much more beautiful they make you.

One time she caught someone flirting with you and would have beaten the shit out of that person if you hadn't stopped her.

You have to stop Nobara and Itadori from doing dumb things, which is like all the time. "Hey Y/N will a person survive if they're thrown off a bridge with a vinyl chord?" "WHERE IS ITADORI?!" something like that yeah

Will take you out for shopping, duh. The two of you have probably visited EVERY clothing store to exist. Even the food stores, you have tried almost all of them.

She's into PDA. Can and will hug you in public in front of lots of people (might also kiss you hehehe)

Nobara will cuddle you when you feel down. She'll buy you some chocolate too and shower kisses on your face.

Overall she's an aggressive but sweet lover :,)

♡ Maki ♡

Unlike Nobara she isn't that aggressive. Sometimes when she can't control what she's feeling she will become more cuddly and more vocal about her feelings. Otherwise you both are just like best friends.

She doesn't say that she loves you much but you know by the way her eyes soften around you.

Hugs!!! She gives you lots of hugs, when she feels happy or sad or just because. She loves how warm you are against her. She likes the scent of your hair, your skin, your clothes.

Dates are usually library dates where the two of you buy your favorite drinks and just sit, reading books together.

Maki likes to have movie nights. The extra soft blanket, shared between the two of you, keeps you both warm. You make hot chocolate and Maki sneakily adds more marshmallows. The movies are mostly half watched as the two of you fall asleep in each other's arms.

Glares and scares away the people who even look at you the wrong way. She isn't that possessive but if she sees someone being extra friendly with you, she won't hesitate to pull you towards her and show the person who's boss.

Inumaki and you tried trolling her once which ended up in Inumaki getting his ass whooped and you getting carried by Maki to her dorm so she could 'teach you a lesson'. she made you clean her whole room with an old toothbrush

She is a queen who will treat you like her equal :)

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Late Night (Early Morning) Calls

Hinata Shouyou x Kageyama Tobio

Genre: pure fluff!

Warnings: Contains manga spoilers

i was smiling like an idiot the entire time i was writing this. i loves these two volleyball dorks SO MUCH. they are my otp :') this fic just makes so happy i can't-

Shouyou tapped his finger lightly on the keyboard, growing impatient with each passing second. His laptop screen was the only light source in his dark room. He squinted and decided to turn on the blue light filter. He didn't want to ruin his eyesight.

"Idiot-yama pick up the call," he murmured.

After seconds that felt like an eternity, the blue-haired, blue-eyed setter, best friend (lover?) appeared on the screen. The messy state of his hair and his groggy eyes said that he had just woken up. Not spotting the collar or sleeves of a shirt, Shouyou realized Kageyama was shirtless. He leaned and looked down as if he could see Kageyama in his shirtless glory. Shouyou mentally kicked himself.

"Sleepy-yama finally woke up!"

"Shut up, dumbass." He yawned and scratched his head. "Shouldn't you be asleep? What's the time there?"

Shouyou turned and picked up his watch from the bedside table. Light from the laptop screen helped him read the time. "It's around 2:45."

Kageyama frowned. "Go to sleep. We can talk some other time."

"Is that worry Kageyama? You worry about me?" The red head wiped a fake tear. Teasing him was the best, after volleyball of course.

Kageyama only tch-d to Shouyou's dismay. The camera moved and now Kageyama seemed to be walking. His room was well organized and clean, unlike Shouyou's, which looked like it had been hit by a storm. The screen went black for a second after which Kageyama's kitchen came into view. It was small but pretty nonetheless. Sunlight seeped in through a window which was out of view. Shouyou's ears perked up when he heard a small meow.

"What was that? Is that a cat? Do you have a cat?" Kageyama having a cat was unbelievable. Kageyama and cat were two words that could never be put together. Shouyou started to think he was hallucinating due to lack of sleep.

However, his thoughts came to a stop when Kageyama entered the camera's view cradling a cat between his forearm and his side. The cat's ginger fur was a stark contrast to Kageyama's pale skin. Pale skin? Wait. Shouyou's eyes widened and his face started to heat up when he realized that the setter was still shirtless.

"God, yes. I have a cat," Kageyama sighed. He brought the cat near the camera. The red head's face was now as bright as his hair. A closeup of the setter's half naked body was not helping. And Shouyou did not burn the image to the back of his mind. Nope.

He gulped and hoped his voice wasn't weird when he spoke. "What's his name? You gave it a name right?"

"Of course!" Kageyama quipped. He looked away, hesitant. His face was light shade of red. (Was he blushing?) Shouyou thought it was because of the sunlight.

He grinned a teasing grin. "You named it something weird didn't you?" Knowing Kageyama, he probably named the cat Orange Milk.

"No, dumbass. I named him Haru. Haru as in sunshine."

Shouyou might be an idiot. He might also be a dumbass. But, he knew when people got really flustered. He knew how to make them blush really hard. (His time in Brazil had taught him a few things other than volleyball). Kageyama was blushing. He was rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding eye contact, a gesture Shouyou was all too familiar with.

Kageyama picked up Haru and brought him in front of the camera. Haru pawed at the screen and meowed. "He's saying hello... ? I don't know, I don't speak cat."

Haru was a cute cat. Shouyou liked him already. "Kageyama finally got a cat to like him? Unbelievable! The sky might as well have turned green."

Kageyama pouted. Hinata smirked when he noticed that Kageyama's face was as bright as Haru's fur. "It was getting lonely here," he said. "I wanted to get a pet but none of the animals would like me. Except this one. He started rubbing against my leg and wouldn't let go. So, I adopted him."

"Aw that's so sweet. I might cry."

They went silent after that. A comfortable one where they just sat and pretended to be near each other. Haru continued pawing at the screen, as if trying to touch Shouyou, who was sadly on the other side of the planet. Kageyama was the one to break the silence.

"When will you be back?"

Shouyou didn't answer right away. When exactly did he plan to come back? Was he ready? Was he better? Most important of all: had he caught up to Kageyama? He wasn't sure. Brazil was a nice place, filled with nice people and nice food and nice volleyball players. Playing beach volleyball everyday was like heaven to him.

But, Brazil wasn't home. It wasn't Miyagi, where he grew up with his sister, Natsu. He didn't have his family here. His friends weren't here, too. There were no meat buns, none of his teammates from Karasuno. There was no Kageyama.

No matter how the situation was, he had come to Brazil to get better. And, he wasn't leaving until he was.

"I'll be back when I have caught up to you. Then, I'll beat you for sure and you'll buy me ten meat buns."

Kageyama smiled. "Keep dreaming. I'll be the one to win."

Shouyou opened his mouth to retort but was cut off by the setter. "Get some sleep, dumbass. How can I play against you when you come back sleep-deprived and looking like a zombie."

"Bakageyama," Shouyou faked annoyance. He laughed and Kageyama did, too. After exchanging good nights and good mornings the two smiled at each other before cutting the call. Shouyou kept his laptop aside and flopped onto his bed. He rubbed his eyes and made a mental note to buy blue light filter glasses.

A huge smile danced on his lips when he remembered Kageyama's bright red face. Next time, Shouyou would definitely mess with Kageyama and make him blush till he looked like tomato. It was finally time to use the flirting skills Heitor had taught him. He let out a soft chuckle and rolled over onto his side.

He would train really hard, become better than everyone and then go back home. He would meet his family, friends and meet Kageyama and his cat Haru. Shouyou fell asleep with a smile on his face and dreamed of living with a certain setter and a certain cat that looked suspiciously like him.

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Love Letter

Iwaizumi Hajime x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst if you squint

Warnings: a few curse words

this one came out longer than expected and i honestly didn't know how to cut it short XP anyways enjoy this fluffy fluff with our iwa chan. i finished it early so i posted it. not beta-read (again) constructive criticism is accepted.

Hajime had a crush. Not that he would ever accept it. But, still the fact that he did have a crush would not change. And he hated it.

He hated how his throat closed up whenever he tried to talk to you. Hated the way his hands sweat profusely when he was near you. He hated everything about this.

He thought ignoring you and pretending you didn't exist would make his crush go away. But, how could he ignore you when you were in the same class as him and sat right across from him.

Hajime always caught himself looking at you in between lectures. And now, he had to force himself to look away from you and concentrate in class.

The teacher was talking about a project and said that she would assign everyone in groups of two. Hajime groaned inwardly at the mention of group projects. He had always preferred to work alone.

The teacher was now calling out students' names and their partners. "Iwaizumi and L/N," she announced.

He did a double take and stared at his teacher, wide eyed. Surely he had heard that wrong, right? There was no way you were his partner, right?

His thoughts came to a stop when you turned to look at him. You smiled politely at him. Though it was nothing special, Hajime felt his heart beating faster. His face felt hot when he smiled back at you. You were gonna be the end of him.

"Shut up Shittykawa!" Hajime barked at his best-friend, Oikawa. He was rambling on and on about how popular he was and how many girls were head over heels for him. Hajime had heard this enough times for it to be etched in his mind.

His hand clutched the small piece of paper in his hand which had your phone number scribbled in it. The two of you had exchanged numbers and had agreed to meet up at your house to work on the project. He felt his face heat up again and cursed silently.

"Iwa-chan! I need to use the restroom. Don't leave without me," Oikawa said, already on his way.

Hajime sighed and stood outside their gym. If Oikawa didn't come back within two minutes, he thought, I'm leave his things here and go back home.

"Um, excuse me."

He heard a shy voice from behind him. He turned and saw a red-faced girl clutching what suspiciously looked like a love letter. Oh, how much Hajime hated love letters. He thought they were sappy and ugly, what with the hearts drawn everywhere. He had threatened to burn all the letters Oikawa had kept stashed in his room if he had to deliver one more sappy letter to him. Say goodbye to your letters, Assikawa, Hajime thought.

"It's for Oikawa, right?" He asked. This was nothing out of the ordinary for him.

"Y-Yes! Please give it to him!" She shoved the letter into his hands and ran away to her friend who was smirking wildly.

Everyone liked Oikawa, no doubt. He was handsome and charming but with a shitty personality that only Hajime and their close friends knew. But, that was not what he was worried about. He was worried that you would choose Oikawa instead of him. Everyone always did that.

Your room was the perfect definition of 'organized mess'. There were books and papers scattered on your desk and floor, a pile of clothes on your bed, and your laptop on the floor with numerous tabs open. It was a mess, but a nice mess. Hajime liked it.

Hajime was glad to have you as a partner. You were easy to work with, efficient and broad-minded.

He tried his best not to ogle you all the time, which was practically impossible since you looked so beautiful while you were focused on your work.

Your mom came in, saw all the papers strewn across the expanse of your room, gave the two of you a look, and never came back. You had laughed your head off at this and Hajime couldn't help but laugh with you too. He promised to help you clean later to which you had reluctantly agreed.

The project had turned out great. Hajime smiled proudly at his grade-an A-and decided make Oikawa jealous. You had asked him to have lunch together to which he had agreed right away.

You and Hajime had grown close during the small amount of time you had worked together. Even after finishing it, you would still call him or text him talking about anything and everything. You would even wait for his practice to end and walk home with him.

You had always been talkative around Hajime but today you were eerily silent. Your face was red, too.

"Hey," he said. "Are you sick? Do you want me to take you to the nurse's office?"

"N-No!" You stuttered, waving your hands wildly. "It's just that-that..." you trailed off.

"That what?"

You said something under your breath that Hajime couldn't make out.

Then, there was something covering his face. A piece of paper. "What the-?"

He peeled the paper away from his face and took a good look at it. Hajime's heart sank down to the pit of his stomach. It was not just a piece of paper. It was a love letter. And he knew damn well who it was for. Of course you liked Oikawa. Why had he even thought his feelings would be reciprocated. Dumb, he cursed at himself. Dumbass.

"It's for Oikawa right?" His voice came out more sad and dejected than he had expected. "I can't guarantee a reply-"

"I-It's for you!"

"-but I will give it to him," he continued.

"Don't give it to Oikawa! It's for you Iwaizumi!" You were almost yelling now.

"W-What? This"-he held up the letter-"is for me?"

Hajime was sure his brain had stopped working. You were giving him a love letter?

"Does this mean you like me?" He wanted to make sure it was true. That you were not pranking him.

"Yes!" You sounded so desperate and annoyed. He swore he could see steam rising from your head.

"Thank you!" He almost screamed. "Go out with me, please."

"Y-Yes," you agreed, trying your best to hide your red face.

Hajime's heart melted and he felt like the happiest man on earth. You liked him. Him and not Oikawa. A giddy, love-sick smile formed on his face. He felt weightless like he were floating in space. His chest felt warm.

"Iwa-chan~" Oikawa's voice brought him back. He turned to face Oikawa only to be faced with a teasing smirk. Mattsun and Makki wore similar expressions. Makki whispered something to Mattsun about Hajime getting laid, which Hajime prayed you didn't hear.

"L/N-chan, let me tell you something embarrassing about Iwa-chan," Oikawa giggled and made his way towards you.

"Crappykawa, say one word to L/N about me and I'll make sure you get a concussion during practice," Hajime barked.

You let out a fit of giggles which was soon joined by Mattsun, Makki and Oikawa himself. Hajime smiled a fond smile. He neatly placed the letter in his bag and decided to read it later, in the safety of his room. His chest still felt warm when he sat down and had lunch with the four of you. Maybe love letters aren't all that bad, Hajime thought.

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