a montage of everything a soft pulse touches

i promise you will improve in your technique as time goes on, but using an ai to "clean up" your writing inherently makes whatever work you just put in null and void. i don't post on here, but i am a writer, so this isn't me bashing anyone, it is simply a gentle yet tempered suggestion. i can't stop people from using something that has become grossly accessible in less than two years, but i can implore people to not engage with it.

you pat him in the back. or just rest your hand there. give him a look, a half-smile and eyes wholly meeting his. i’m here. “look, it’s your favorite,” or “you sound like this song.” you eat lunch with him, he doesn’t know if you’ve purposely situated yourself by his side but he dares not ask. you include him in your book shoppings, and you’re not fazed when your friends cancel in the last minute. you say he should bring his friends—he could only scoff at you and shake his head no.

and even though you give so easily—even though tsukishima kei holds no such attachment to miniscule gestures, or trinkets, the ones you would slide or plant in his palm not as a gift but just a normal thing to do as friends— it still feels weird. feels…nice. there’s warmth in it, a genuineness he can’t find in the common.

your definition of friends is blurry to some. thus, people would think you’re flirting with them. and they fall for you in the process. everytime this happens, he’s already prepping for midnight snacks & creative witty jokes as your name shows up on his screen. calling him. he’ll listen to everything: how you hate it when people think they’re special just because you gave them your undivided attention, how they think you owe them when they’ve showered you enough affections, for you to reciprocate them, for you to feel something over such trivial things.

that’s not how you operate, he knows. you give and give and give. you only take what your hands can carry, but it’s ironic, how you can receive harsh truths over someone’s heart ready to take care of you. how you’ll choose to have this casualness than to think about a love for a lifetime’s worth.

you deserve it, though. a love for a lifetime’s worth. to meet your gentle hands and knowing gazes and easy laughs. a love that doesn’t feel like a chore, just a normal thing to do, a habit—like you and your trinkets that you save.

in the distant, kei thinks you’re afraid of a few harsh truths. if there’s a light in your kindness, there’s a dark and hollowness that comes with you, too. your big heart means a bigger pill to fucking swallow.

you’re his harsh truth. but one he doesn’t choke on. only aching in some vague, hidden way.

and kei knows he’s a fool for it.

for letting himself get tangled in the ache. for leaning into the quiet way you fill the room—not with noise, but with presence, with weight. the kind that sneaks up on him when he’s least prepared, the faint murmur of your voice pulling him out of his head, or your hand always resting somewhere on him; on his shoulder or his back or even atop his hand at random.

you don’t try to fix him, and maybe that’s what draws him closer, what keeps him tethered to you despite the sharp edges you unknowingly press against his ribs. you see through people too easily, yet never pry. you offer but never push, even when he knows you should.

that hollow kindness of yours, the dark undertone of it, really perplexes him. there’s a careful distance you keep, no matter how much you give. you’re too soft with the world and too harsh with yourself, like you’ve already decided there’s a limit to how much you’re allowed to take. somehow, kei becomes part of that equation—close enough to feel the warmth of your light but never bold enough to reach out and hold it.

he tells himself it’s better this way. that your strange intimacy is manageable only because it’s casual. that you’d pull back if he ever pushed.

but the truth—the harsh, undeniable truth—is that he doesn’t know how to navigate this thing you’ve become to him.

it’s not friendship, not really. friendship doesn’t taste like the bitter pang of jealousy when someone else claims your attention. it doesn’t feel like this quiet, bone-deep longing to hold onto every piece of you before it slips away.

and kei is perceptive enough to know that it will slip away. that one day, your hands will stop reaching for him, your laughter will echo somewhere he can’t follow, and all he’ll have left is the memory of trinkets he didn’t think to keep.

but not yet.

for now, he lets you be his harsh truth. the ache that he doesn’t choke on, the weight he doesn’t know how to carry but refuses to put down. because for all the hollowness you carry, you’ve filled something in him he didn’t even realize was empty.

and that’s enough.

for now, at least, to have you so casually is enough.

it’s better than losing you completely. to sit with you in the silence, in this limbo he doesn’t want to name.

he won’t pry if it means keeping you close.

what a strange, cruel truth to admit—that he loves you only for an inch, not ready to take the mile.

i dont have the spiritual writing energy to expand this all im feeling rn is yearning 😆 i’ll reblog this if i find the time to write the whole version. merry christmas! 🎁

the love letters you’ve written weren’t supposed to be sent out. the school’s star lacrosse player, ryland grace, suddenly proposes a deal you don’t know whether to call him crazy straight to his face or actually consider. and they said junior year would be memorable?

pairing: ryland grace x reader 𑣲⋆｡˚

genre: highschool! au, to all the boys i’ve loved before ! au, hopeless romantic! reader, lacrosse player! ryland grace, best friend! colt seavers, older sister! jody moreno, best friend! olesya ilyukhina, other mentions of rgcu characters for the sake of plot, coming of age, the horrors of highschool, lacrosse is not delved into deeply (i'm a fake i know), self-esteem issues, strangers to friends, friends to lovers, fake dating to real dating, they’re both idiots i fear, cliches cause i said so, ryland isn’t just a jock but a nerdy jock, colt lowkey dislikes ryland, reader isn’t a doormat and fights back kinda, betrayal, misunderstandings, incredibly fluffy when needed, angst but not too painful i swear! i think, highschooler humor cause tatbilb duh

taglist: OPEN! please do send an ask or comment to be added!

playlist: i like me better by lauv, out of my league by fitz and the tantrums, bags by clairo (electric lady studios vers.), lovers by anna of the north, ribs by lorde, you're not good enough by blood orange

[bunny's note] ᯓ➤ oh my god hello phm community! >< i've been an avid reader here on tumblr and well wanted to contribute some of my love for ryland grace! i've had this idea pop up in my head while talking with @rockylandphm (ily sue thank u sm for encouraging me!) and decided to go and write it :3 i haven't rlly wrote anything for a very long time so this is something new for me again so please be gentle!

chapter i : i like me better

⤷ ゛editing! ˎˊ˗

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chapter ii : boom clap

⤷ ゛wip ˎˊ˗

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chapter iii : lovers

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chapter iv : everything is embarrassing

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chapter v : cool out

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

I am relieved that I'd left my room tidy

with you, there’s no pretending ᥫ᭡。you know me ( solvia )

☀︎ she/they. xvii. the lover of the moon. hq-centric and sfw writer. no reqs. suggestions ok! avoid spam liking at all cost.

table of contents ⋆˚࿔ ( 01 ) rules ( 02 ) masterlist ( 03 ) her

this is a journal written by the setting sun. if it ever reaches you, let it find her quiet moon. every entry is a whisper of the love she’s always yearned for. and if you found this by chance, may it guide you gently to the love you’ve always deserved. from, yours truly.

in descending order: short fics/drabbles > headcanons > multicharacter > AUs. categories may overlap. everything is sfw.

❀ = personal fave

short fics/drabbles

plum (things borrowed and things given) by @passiontruit ❀

ding! by @noomon

you told me to do it scared by @ktsumu

midnight in the sky by @lou-struck

in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman by @irisintheafterglow ❀

you put hajime onto reading by @selarina

moving out of california with him by @kairakeiji

ride or die type by @wonderoustime

he’s your pretty boy by @heich0e ❀

home is where the heart is (and his heart belongs to you) by @kitashousewife — uni meet cute

greatest gift by @softeninglooks ❀

hold me, never let go (listen to this song by rocco) by @shoulmate

i don’t even mind by @nejibaby

worth being second best by @bokutosmochi ❀ — general headcanons — bf iwa headcanons + filo!iwa extra at the end

THE university hajime fic of all time. by @arhvste ❀

endearing things hajime does by @angelatsumu

with two hands to hold aka the hajime fic ever by @seiwas ❀  — third sunday of june (i think of this one every father’s day…)

change is bittersweet by @monstrsball

soft domesticity with iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer by @xoxojisu

neighbour!iwaizumi by @eightonenine

iwaizumi hajime fluff by @doggywoofwoof

iwaizumi cries when you walk down the aisle by @evamame — taking care of you while you’re exhausted — look of love — iwaizumi attacking you with wet kisses all over

spotlight by @dearru 

destined to meet by @twiishaa 

hear you out by @stellar-haikyuu 

a very worried man by @ottocre 

headcanons

fluffy headcanons by @bumpkinnnnn

uni hajime brain dump by @mysterystarz

boyfriend headcanons by @miya-rin

boyfriend iwaizumi headcanons by @tetsunova

multicharacter

bad day comfort by @rishiguro

mutual crush by @quirrrky

mornings with the hq boys by @caernys

intimidating looking boys by @omitea

“cute” boyfriends by @lumiinix

cooking headcanons by @ayyyez

love languages by @sapphicshav

kdrama cliches by @atsumulogy

mafia au by @lausterdomyamong

how the haikyuu boys fall in love by @ahtsumu

which haikyuu boys are good with kids (user deactivated) ❀

asking him “can you hold me?” by @kageyuji

what does home feel like? by @yamagucji ❀

filipino!iwaizumi

pamamanhikan with timeskip!half-filipino!iwaizumi hajime by @mahalsuya

filipino iwa headcanons by @akakeiji

filipino iwa headcanons by @sunatunaroll

paraluman! (half filo!iwa headcanons) by @blockedbykei

he’s a baby whisperer by aeonmnei (oh that's me..) — filo!iwa hcs pt1 & part 2

a wholesome and fresh take on the delinquent trope

a gender-non-conforming character who is not treated as a joke, punchline, and holds a position of significant authority/power

what appears to be a mute or nonverbal character also in a position of power and respect

actual canon toxic yaoi (maybe one-sided) < not in the anime yet

a narrative that does not equate femininity to weakness and chooses to challenge that idea (a character actually verbally pushes back against this. also gnc character plays into this a lot)

strong and endearing character relationships

INTRIGGUEE

hot characters hello ok